Ning Yi closed his eyes and didn't lie for long.

In his palm, the dark lotus flower order in the East Realm suddenly trembled slightly.

"Nine... hour is here."

At the end of the Long Lianhua Order, there is a strange man's voice, which neither belongs to the second prince nor the Han Dynasty.

Ning Yi's expression was as usual, and he sat up. He moved his muscles and bones, sorted out his items, confirmed that his talismans and magic circles were hidden in his sleeves, and could be stimulated and fired out as soon as possible. After repeated confirmation, Ning Yi carried the thick grid sword on his back and tied the black cloth again with a black cloth and tied it around his waist, and walked out of the "Sea Eclipse Holy Building".

According to the instructions of the Long Lianhua Order, Ning Yi drove his horse to an open area.

He saw a scene not far away. On the grassland, there was a huge ancient tree, with leaves boiling like flames. It was a strange ancient tree outside the northern border, called Huaisanghuo Tree.

Under the Huaisang Fire Tree, several tall black-robed practitioners either had long swords around their waists or held swords in their arms, and they all closed their eyes to rest.

These people all chose to hide their true identities, covering a mask to show their bodies, with different figures, and there were two women sitting on the trunk of the Huaisanghuo Tree, swaying their legs. Ning Yi glanced at it. There were nine people on the ancient tree. In addition to the two women, six of whom leaned against the trunk of the huge ancient tree, there was also a tall and thin man, sitting cross-legged on the grassland, with a silver spear across the knees, and he was the only man to reveal his face.

Ning Yi could sense that the most powerful of these people should be the silver spear man sitting cross-legged on the grassland, without any concealing his breath, which was unfathomable.

The other black-robed practitioners who stand or rely on them are also practitioners of the seventh realm. Unlike the two mountain masters he met at Tiandu Wild Inn, the aura they had brought Ning Yi a feeling of "danger".

It seems that these people are all the strong men that the second prince likes.

Ning Yi thought silently in his heart, wondering how many of these practitioners come from the holy mountain, and how many of them dare not uncover their masks?

The second prince does have some tricks, and these practitioners under the ancient tree of Huaisang may even have quasi-saints.

This time the task does not seem simple.

Turning over and getting off the horse, Ning Yi took out a mask that had been prepared before from his sleeve. It was a lion mask covering the upper half of his cheeks. When he was watching the fireworks with the girl to watch the lantern festival, Ning Yi took a look at the street stall. The mask was quite similar to the one of the Lionheart Emperor, so he bought it to cover it on his face and used it as a second layer of decoration on the face.

"Nine...you're late."

Although the man sitting on the ground was wearing a black robe, he slowly stretched out one hand and took off the hood covering his head, revealing his gray hair. The man was not old, but his face was weathered. Three slanted sword scars spread from the cheekbones on the left to a whole face until his temple on the right.

He stood up, held the silver spear, and said calmly: "You can call me number zero, or Yan Zi."

Yan Ji!

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes. He knew what the origin of this man who disdained to cover up his identity. Under the three disasters and four disasters in the East Realm, a large number of genius practitioners who followed the Korean agreement. Among them, the younger generation, the most famous and praised, was this genius practitioner named Yan Zi!

Yinque Yanzhi, the mountain and wild cultivator in southern Xinjiang, without a master's sect, Han Yue once guided him on a path of cultivation. He was on the most fancy killing path and fought in the gray world all year round... This time on the hunting day, geniuses from both the east and west realms, many holy sons of the holy mountain should not take action. Big people from all sides have predicted that among the most outstanding practitioners, there should be a place for "Yinque".

It can be understood that this gray-haired man named "Yan Zi" is a general in the East during this hunting day.

Behind Yan Zi, under the ancient Huaisang tree, those practitioners who closed their eyes and rested open their eyes one by one. The breath on their bodies was deeply restrained and they could not tell the story, but they were obviously not ordinary people.

Two women who were bored and swaying their legs in the tree smiled and said, "Yinque, it seems that this late-coming No. 9 is not very strong. Is there any problem with the selection of His Highness's eyes?"

Ning Yi ignored him and remained silent.

He held his long order of the East Realm Lotus, and vaguely recalled what Li Baijing said to him.

The East Realm will not accept incompetent people.

If you want to take away anything from the East, then what you need to pay first...

Ning Yi understood. I guess Li Baijing didn't just say this to him. Those wild cultivators in the mountains and lakes would probably be moved to tears. Some of the children in the sect would be shaken if they received such words from the Emperor Sui Dynasty.

Ning Yi's eyes swept through the ancient Huaisang tree one by one.

Li Baijing...what kind of goods were going to intercept, and so many geniuses were dispatched?

Yinque Yanzi ignored the two people behind him, but looked at Ning Yi, who was calm and calm, and said seriously: "Your Highness's gaze will never have any problems... Since Your Highness asked him to join, it means that he must have this qualification."

"That may not be." The two women sitting on the ancient tree spoke almost the same voice, and they smiled like silver bells swaying, but Ning Yi felt a little noisy. The two women joked in unison: "Nine looks thin and small, probably not yet adult... This guy is not as big as No. 3, right?"

Ning Yi frowned under the mask of the lion.

No. 3 leaned under the ancient tree and was the largest one, like a small hill.

Everyone here is very distinctive.

If the enemy does not move, I do not move. Language mockery is the most useless attack.

We will set off together after a while. Now we have to fight, it is not the time to do it.

Ning Yi has always been too lazy to pay attention to this meaningless provocation, so he simply kept silent.

Unexpectedly, his pretended to turn a blind eye made the two women in the tree even more excited, swept down, folded their bodies, circled around Ning Yi, and mocked again: "At a young age... is still a mute? Deaf? Could it be a blind man?"

Ning Yi had no expression on his face, and his hand was clenched in his sleeve, and he was ready to punch at any time to smash the starlight of the woman in front of him. Although her cultivation was not weak, this kind of practice method of conjoined action was mostly from the ghost cultivator in the southern Xinjiang. He punched the "Star Giant" and could not take her life, but it would definitely make her two deities broken and half-dead, and then be carried out by the East Realm people and horses out of the Heavenly God Plateau.

Ning Yi clenched his fists, and this subtle scene fell into Yan Zi's eyes.

The silver bird kept silent, held the spear and gently shook the ground with the body of the gun.

"Enough!" he frowned and said, "Now everyone is here... Quiet!"

Yinque is a genius practitioner who is well-known in the gray world. He has been famous in the East Realm Lotus Camp for a long time. After a word came out, the two women who jumped up and down like "conjoined babies" stopped at this moment, sat cross-legged and listened to Yan Zi's words.

"All ten people are here."

Yan Zi looked around and he didn't speak loudly, but everyone could hear it: "I will only say the next thing... I will never say it again."

Ning Yi hugged his arms, interested.

"I believe you are very confident in your own strength... But this is not the Great Sui Dynasty. No matter how powerful your master's background is, facing the primitive demon clan who does not understand human language, even if you use that set of intimidation and threatening means, it will be useless." Yinque said calmly: "Next, we will cross the Heavenly God Plateau and go to the forbidden zone of creatures living in the primitive demon clan. As for the final destination of this line, everyone should also know."

"The game between the East and West realms has already begun on the Heavenly God Plateau. But the two high men, long before the hunting day started, went to the deepest part of the Jiuling Yuansheng forbidden zone. The real contest has just begun... What we have to do is to intercept the group of Western realms who were heading forward in the "Fallen Spirit Valley" and take down the carriage carriage carriage that was branded with white lotus." Yan Zi said calmly: "Mr. Ganlu's information mentioned that there are several powerful practitioners in that carriage. What we have to do is to kill them."

When he said the word "kill", his tone did not become heavy, but became a little relaxed.

"After leaving the Heavenly God Plateau, Sansi's hands and eyes are connected to the sky, and he has no time to care about it. It depends on his own abilities between life and death." Yan Zi said calmly: "You are more neat and neat, hide your identity well, and don't worry about being discovered."

Ning Yi finally understood why Li Baijing said that he could hide his identity.

Hiding an identity is a good thing for both parties.

Life and death have destiny, and each one depends on means.

Yinque paused and chuckled softly: "Although I can complete this task alone... but if you can join and accompany me, things will probably become much easier."

Several Eastern practitioners sitting under the ancient Huaisang tree had a slightly ups and downs expression after hearing this.

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, and this sentence contained a lot of information.

The Western Region has always been suppressed by the Eastern Region, but in the gray Region, there are definitely some life-and-death fighting geniuses who can compete with the Silver Bird... This kind of genius who has tempered life and death will never underestimate the enemy and say such words...

It is very likely that he had just broken through a major state of cultivation, otherwise he would not have shown such strong self-confidence.

It is difficult to determine what kind of scene will these long-famous wild cultivators or the practical gray world war factions with amazing combat power, truly compete with the top geniuses of the Holy Mountain.

Perhaps the geniuses in the Holy Mountain will suffer some minor losses at the beginning, but as long as they experience more hardships, Ning Yi is more optimistic about the Holy Mountain side of the future prospects.

The three Shinto Swordsmen all came from the Holy Mountain Sect. Zhou You even disdained to participate in the dynasty meeting, let alone attending such hunting days that only wild cultivators would come. They did not have to worry about resources, and naturally they had more thoughts on enlightenment.
Chapter completed!