The narrow mountain road was filled with smoke and dust.

"This boy who doesn't know the secret is quite powerful..." Three Eastern cultivators looked at the scene in the mountain path, looked at each other and saw the look of fear in the other's eyes.

The silver bird's expression was not very turbulent.

He sat on the horse's back, hugging his arms, calming his eyes pierced through layers of smoke. At this moment, dust was splashing everywhere in the narrow valley, and the frightened horses beat the ground desperately. In the chaos, Ning Yi, who threw out the practitioner of the Giant Spirit Sect in the Southern Xinjiang, came to the last practitioner of the Southern Xinjiang who was still in a daze.

Still not using two sword weapons.

Ning Yi pressed his hand on the head of the huge red horse and pressed the head of the entire huge horse into the ground. The man leaned over and overturned the horse. Finally, the monks from the southern Xinjiang who finally recovered from their senses used all their means and slapped at Ning Yi like a storm.

Two figures pressed against each other, reaching their bones and flesh.

Ning Yi, who was tempered by the "Bone Plain", was not afraid at all. Every palm and every punch was pounding. In the narrow space, the fists and palms collided, making a violent roar, like thunder trembling. After only ten breaths, the seven orifices of the southern monk began to bleed, and Ning Yi's pupils were constantly rejuvenating, and the more he fought, he became more and more courageous.

The storm in the sky dispersed-

Ning Yi printed a palm on the chest opposite, and the space faintly burst out from the whistling wind and thunder. The thin figure spewed out a mouthful of blood. Before he could retreat, Ning Yi held his shoulders and hit his knee on his lower abdomen without any fancy, forcing him to bend down.

Ning Yi sneered, raised his elbow, aimed at the back of his heart, and smashed it hard. A dull sound of bone dislocation sounded extremely harsh.

The smoke and dust are slowly calm.

Ning Yi, who had dealt with five ghost cultivators in the southern border, stood in the narrow valley with smoke and dust. He sighed quietly, came to the trembling woman of Hehuan Sect, and asked softly: "If I had known today, why should I have been there?"

The woman from Hehuan Sect looked pale, and there was no trace of blood on her beautiful face. She said tremblingly: "Young Master, I know my mistake."

Ning Yi nodded, and the horse in front of him knelt down on his front knee obediently so that he could reach out to touch the woman's cheek. After kneading it a few times, Ning Yi suddenly spoke.

"Hey... the surname Yan."

Yan Zi, who stopped the horse, nodded and noisy, indicating that he had heard it.

Ning Yi smiled and said, "Can these people... be killed?"

Ning Yi suddenly said this, causing the woman of Hehuan Sect to shrink her pupils. Her voice was hoarse, and tears were rolling in her eyes, and she was about to burst out from her eyes, but Ning Yi covered her mouth with one hand and choked.

The three people in the East looked a little solemn.

Yinque raised his eyebrows and said concisely: "Don't kill."

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him with tears covering her face, crying so hard that the pear blossoms were covered with rain. He thought to himself and laughed softly: "I don't think these ghost cultivators need to do anything about the robbery. What can I not kill?"

Yinque Yanzhi, this time he was a little silent, and said mutely: "You cannot kill, you cannot kill... My mission is to bring all of you nine, one of you, not missing, to the Su Gaotai, and wait for the arrival of that batch of 'cargo'."

This sentence made the woman with tears breathe a sigh of relief. Ning Yi took a silent step back, let go of the hand covering her lips, frowned, and turned her back to Yinque, as if thinking about something.

The woman with a magnificent scenery on her chest, seeing Ning Yiwu's hesitant and entangled look, seemed ready to take action at any time, breaking the rules established by the Eastern Realm, wiped her tears hard, and said miserably: "Why should you kill me like this?"

Ning Yi ignored the woman and turned her back on her horse.

He glanced at another Hehuan Sect woman leaning on his horse's back, and looked blank. He picked up the back of his neck and threw it at the woman behind him, saying, "I am not from southern Xinjiang, and the background of the master is naturally a little bit... It's more orthodox than you, the side sect, but when you go out, the background of the master is useless. It depends on your own ability."

After saying this, Ning Yi looked at the three East Realm practitioners whose faces changed slightly.

"I thought... all your cultivation is quite good. When you see it today, it seems that it is not the case." Ning Yi said lightly: "There are all very good qualifications. It seems that the two women from Hehuan Sect are very good at training and sent to the Second Prince's Sect. It seems that it is not impossible for the stupidity of the Giant Spirit Sect to be thrown into the Great Sui Imperial City. Maybe they can be a sect god. The little tricks of Guiya Mountain are considered geniuses of all sizes, and they don't know what shameful secrets are hidden in their bodies. If I have guessed correctly, they should be wild cultivators in southern Xinjiang who are hard to train. The environment in southern Xinjiang is difficult, and being able to develop such a tough body is also considered a malleable talent."

This sentence is said. The tall and thin man who had just struggled from the ground, the big man of the Giant Spirit Sect, looked unanimously covered with a layer of frost. Ning Yi's words were full of derogatory meaning, and they were said to be "a trick" and the other "a stupid elephant". The qualifications of these two people are indeed very good. After being beaten by Ning Yi, it looks very miserable. At this moment, it has recovered. When it comes to ordinary practitioners, such as the "Spring Feng Mountain Mountain Lord" and "Fuliu Mountain Lord", they are already dead and have no chance of getting up.

Worldly martial arts, three or six or nine levels.

Even the ghost cultivator in southern Xinjiang is the same.

It sounds so powerful when you are the king on a wild mountain. With such a huge title, you may not be able to break the seventh realm with many secret techniques. It is always lacking in foundation when facing the enemy. The two unknown masters of the barren mountain, even if they come to the Heavenly God Plateau and join the Holy Mountain camp in the East Realm, it is difficult for them to stand out and be reborn.

However, Ning Yi's words seemed to have broken through some secrets and pointed out some of the points that these southern Xinjiang practitioners were proud of. Their cultivation was not very strong. The oppressive feeling that Ning Yi was when they first met was a vaguely vague "high-ranking". Most of the people with this momentum were the best people who came out of their respective sects in the southern Xinjiang. At least these five southern Xinjiang ghost cultivators did not encounter much setbacks before fighting against Ning Yi.

Their cultivation is not very strong.

But the qualifications are quite good.

After Ning Yi finished speaking, he looked at the three East-East practitioners and asked with a smile: "I wonder if you are interested, and want to know which mountain gate I am from?"

A silence.

Who dares to provoke this killer?

Ning Yi smiled and said, "Don't you want to understand?"

The three Eastern practitioners shook their heads at the same time.

Ning Yi sighed, "What a pity... You don't understand me, but I want to know you. Are the three from He Zong and He Sect? Are they the same as those five southern ghost cultivators, with outstanding qualifications but mediocre cultivation, and are the kind that is obsessed with looking and not fighting?"

Ning Yi waited for a while and found that these three practitioners who came out of the East Realm were much more steady than he thought. These remarks did not cause one or more of them to pour out murderous aura, and the scene once became extremely quiet.

He couldn't find a chance to do it.

One of the East Realm practitioners said hoarsely: "Nine, don't deceive people too much. It is important to know that there are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond heaven."

Ning Yi raised his voice and said, looking at the silver light gradually rising on the field, he said with interest: "It's not okay to not cause any life?"

He raised his arm and held a spear, his eyes turned to a direction in the distance.

"It's getting late." He whispered: "There are opportunities in the future, so that you can get along with each other slowly... But if this batch of goods is delayed, no one can take on this responsibility."

The three Eastern cultivators who were facing a great enemy only relaxed a little at this time.

Ning Yi sighed with emotion: "Just till you eight people, two groups of people in the eastern border of southern Xinjiang, what kind of goods are you going to rob? Be careful that you can swallow a bite of the slag."

Yinque glanced at Ning Yi, listening to the latter's words, expressionless.

......

......

After walking about three or four hours, almost half a day, except for Ning Yi and Yin Que Yanzhi, the bodies of the other practitioners could not withstand such a long time of running, and their faces looked tired, especially the five southern ghost cultivators who were beaten up by Ning Yi. They walked together and guessed that Ning Yi had some powerful sensing technique, and they didn't even dare to whisper.

The valleys on both sides gradually widen and the terrain is gradually rising.

"At the end of the Soul Valley is the extinction of Su Gaotai, and the depth of the 'Hongshan' ahead is the original forbidden area of ​​the Jiuling Yuansheng forbidden area."

The Yin Bird, who stopped moving forward, turned over and dismounted and sat on the platform.

Ning Yi also turned over and got off the horse, watching the grass leaves sway, and the night gradually descended. The "dome" on the platform, the starry light slowly flowed and fell. Here, close to the deepest part of the Jiuling Yuansheng Forbidden Zone, the spiritual energy became richer. In the distant land, Hongshan opened a narrow long sky, and the grass clippings on the grassland were frosty and white.

"The Second Prince is at the other end of the Hongshan Mountain. The two princes will open the original forbidden area... what we have to do now." Yinque sat on the platform and murmured: "Just wait."

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, spread out the sheepskin scroll in his hand, and said in confusion: "Hongshan has driven many long lines. Will Li Bailin's goods definitely leave here?"

Yinque Yanzi said indifferently: "Don't be curious about what you shouldn't be curious... Mr. Ganlu said yes, then he will definitely do it."

He sat cross-legged on the platform of Su Gao, and his energy was released from all directions, gently sweeping around him, grass chips flew, and the gray-haired young man placed his spear in front of his knees, and he ordered: "Just wait."

This robbery seems a bit strange.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and a strange thought arose in his heart.

At this moment, the white bone plain in his dantian was no longer dead silent, but was slowly jumping.

I sensed a familiar breath.

Ning Yi looked at the end of Hongshan, wanting to see clearly what happened at the primitive forbidden area at the end of Hongshan.
Chapter completed!