Ning Wujiu didn't have time to search for whom the powerful spiritual thought came from. The monk from Peiyuan level had raised his hands, and a purple flame was rising in his palm.

At this moment, Gu Qinghan was shocked by the man who came and went without a shadow and walked like a ghost. Moreover, he had already discovered that the wood spirit cultivation around this person was far superior to his. Even the carpenter with the most advanced cultivation in the wooden gate in the world could not cultivate such a rich and thick wood spirit!

Gu Qinghan's body trembled and he immediately hurriedly blocked the giant axe in front of him. It was obvious that he had already felt that it would be easy for this person to kill him!

At this moment, the people in the hall suddenly found that one of them seemed to fall from the sky, like a divine weapon falling from the sky, and he was stunned and breathless.

"Brother, I will burn you a few more pairs of paper money." The monk looked at Gu Qinghan with a look of expressionless face. "Just be a ghost and understand. It's not me who wants to kill you, but someone else wants to kill you." When he said this, he saw the purple flame in his palm "booming" and in an instant, it turned into a purple flame cover the size of a sieve. When the people in the palace saw this, they exclaimed, "Oh!"

"This is also a magic trick!"

"It's a spell!"

Gu Qinghan felt a little nervous. He wanted to survive, and he immediately waved his huge axe to use the "Axe Spiritual Achievement" on a road in Huashan.

At this moment, Ning Wujiu, who was on the beam of the room, did not hesitate. With a sudden spiritual thought, his body sped like lightning. Naturally, he was wearing a shiny gauze, and no one could see him, but the monk had already felt the whistling wind behind him and a wooden spiritual power far beyond his cultivation level were coming! He no longer hesitated, and the purple flame cover had already slashed towards Gu Qinghan-

"Wow!"

In the flash of lightning, Gu Qinghan flew two feet away like an arrow!

The sudden change made the people in the hall start to be filled with surprise.

Gu Qinghan got up from the ground and was stunned. The monk Zhang Er couldn't touch his mind, but as soon as he woke up, he knew that someone had brought him over. He also realized that this invisible person who was holding him away from danger hostage, was helping him escape from danger.

However, Ning Wujiu took Gu Qinghan two feet away and threw it aside, and did not speak to him. Anyway, everyone could not see him, so there was no need to point out his identity, so there was no need to cause trouble. But seeing the monk standing there, with a look of surprise, he had another sensation and came to the center of the hall again, only three or five steps away from the monk.

"May I ask your surname?" Ning Wujiu used the "spiritual sound technique" to send voice to the monk, so he naturally did not want others to hear it. "Why do you have to attack a mortal?"

The monks at the two levels of Peiran immediately piled up a respectful look. Even if they couldn't see Ning Wujiu, he clasped his fists solemnly and used spiritual sound techniques to transmit voice to Ning Wujiu. After all, spiritual sound techniques are just a practical small spell, and many monks at the first level of Peiran can also learn it. "My younger generation is named Lan Ritian, I have been worshipped by seniors! As for why I have to attack that young man, I have no choice. I don't want to kill mortals casually, just..."

"Ri Tian, ​​this name is wonderful, and it seems that the ambition is really big. People always ask about the sky, Ding Tian, ​​look at the sky, you kid want Ri Tian!" Ning Wujiu laughed in his heart. When he heard his surname was "Lan", Ning Wujiu thought of the "Senior Brother Lan" in Luo Zhiling's mouth. He was a little surprised and asked again: "Brother Ri Tian, ​​are you a subordinate of the old monster Xuanyin?"

"Oh? I can't talk about it. After all, Xuanyin Zhenren is neither my mentor nor my elder. They are just like-minded and like-minded." Lan Ritian shook his head, "However, although I don't know what the relationship between senior and that kid is, senior, if you save that kid, it's hard for me to be a human being..."

Ning Wujiu sneered and said, "I thought you must have been sent by the old monster Xuanyin to kill people. However, if Xuanyin monster asked you to kill people, you can kill them. Then, I asked you to stop, are you willing to stop? The person you want to kill is an old friend of mine. He has kindness to me. How can I let you kill him?"

"This..." Lan Ritian scratched his ears and his forehead, "But if I disobey the instructions of Xuanyin Zhenren, I am afraid..."

"I'm afraid I won't get those pill recipes?" Ning Wujiu sneered again, "Since you are so embarrassed, then that's it. If I kill you, I will be done with one. How about it?"

"No, no, no!" Lan Ritian waved his hand, "Although Lan is a low-level Taoist practice and shallow cultivation, he still has his own knowledge. If his life is gone, what else should he do? Let's just go away and travel around the world. Senior, let's say goodbye!" Lan Ritian clasped his fists, bowed and retreated, and was about to leave.

"Slow down!" Ning Wujiu shouted, frightening Lan Ritian, for fear that the senior would turn against him, "I'll ask you another question, why did that old monster Xuanyin ask you to kill my old friend?"

"This..." Lan Ritian glanced back and lowered his voice, "I don't know if my spiritual transmission will be heard by him, but I really don't dare to say more to you. After all, Master Xuanyin once warned me not to say it..." After that, he looked back and glanced back.

Ning Wujiu had already seen it, thinking that Lan Ritian had no grudges with him after all, and there was no need to make things difficult for him too much. After all, it was not easy for him to live in a hundred or twenty years old. He nodded and said lightly: "Then you can tell me a little bit."

Lan Ritian looked around and said, "Because Xuanyin Zhenren has a request for the Ye family, he will definitely help Ye Lingzhai at this Wood Alliance Conference. Your old friend offended Ye Lingzhai's sect leader and wanted to take away other people's daughter-in-law. Do you think Xuanyin Zhenren will let him live?"

"Oh? The Ye family is just an ordinary mortal, and Xuanyin Zhenren is an immortal cultivator. Why should I ask for it?" Ning Wujiu became more and more curious.

"This..." Lan Ritian's face became even more embarrassed, "Okay, then I'll reveal to you, senior, Xuanyin Zhenren is determined to capture the 'golden doll' in half a month, and the Ye family happened to have something that tempted the golden doll... OK! Mr. Lan can't say more, but if you continue, you're afraid that there will be ears across the wall. Mr. Lan is afraid that his life will be lost. Senior, forgive Mr. Lan for being rude, say goodbye!" After that, he bowed to Ning Wujiu and was about to turn around and leave.

Ning Wuji also bowed to him, but shouted again: "Brother Lan, that old monster Xuanyin, can you be here today?"

"Of course, he-" Before Lan Ritian finished speaking, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing around him, as if thousands of ghosts and monsters were pouring in. Ning Wujiu shouted "No," and immediately reached out and touched his hand in his arms. In an instant, a semi-circular toon bark like wrist guard was held in his hand, "Rise!" Ning Wujiu shouted loudly, and with the touch of spiritual power, he saw the "cold toon armor" handed over by Luo Zhiling suddenly flashed and ascended to the sky, "Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, a wrinkled bark that was a little bigger than a jade bracelet turned into two people, bursting with a large arch with a black iron and cold light, covering Ning Wujiu tightly. The cold light shone everywhere. The people in the palace had already stood in love and were amazed!

"Bang bang bang!"

In just a moment, a strong impact sounded constantly. Ning Wujiu was panicked in the black iron cover. After calming down, he saw clearly that countless icicles were flying in. As soon as they hit the black iron cover, the stars burst into smoke!

Lan Ritian, who had already retreated ten steps away, looked at the shield on Ning Wujiu's body and was dumbfounded: "Han Chun Armor?! This, isn't this Junior Sister Luo's magic weapon?"

On the jade platform in the center of the hall, the old man in green clothes was Yan Kaiyun, holding a wooden fan in his hand, fanning hard towards Ning Wujiu. Each time he swept, he saw a sky-blue cloud accumulated under the fan. In an instant, the cloud turned into several icicles and roared!

"It's Senior Brother Ning!" A sound suddenly came from the crowd!

"Little Qizi?" Ning Wujiu trembled and quickly looked around. The storm of Cuixia on the original body had already disappeared. When he looked behind him, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It turned out that the Cuiwei yarn that was draped on his body had been blown away by the strong cold wind before, and was now on the black iron cover transformed into the Han Chuncao armor!

Ning Wujiu shook his head. Since someone had seen his own face, that was the only way. What's the use of putting on the green shiny yarn!

But, is that Yan Jiayun the old monster Xuanyin?

Otherwise, how could a mortal have such powerful talismans and magic weapons?

But it was just that, if Yan Jiayun was the old monster Xuanyin, why did his body have no spiritual power to show his spiritual thoughts?

Ning Wujiu had been looking at the old man before, and intuition told him that this person must be of a big background, not a common man, but he could not see his spiritual power cultivation no matter what, so he only thought he was a mortal. But at this moment, this person seemed to be a cultivator!

Ning Wujiu didn't think too much, thinking about how to deal with the urgent situation. Luo Zhiling's "Hanchun Armor" is indeed extraordinary. According to her, she is the self-defense intermediate wooden treasure of a Pangen-stage monk. It seems to be true. Otherwise, how could she withstand the attack of the wooden fan icicle so fierce and domineering in Yan Jiayun? And it seems that this Hanchun Armor is really the nemesis of the icicle. When the icicle touches the black iron cover, it turns into smoke and disappears without a trace.

"Is it really Junior Brother Ning?" Not far away, Gu Qinghan and other disciples of Tang Pin Pavilion were amazed, "Junior Brother Ning didn't have four years ago..."

"Yes! It's indeed Senior Brother Ning. I talked to him in the morning. Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Ning is here!" Xiao Qizi was surprised.

"So, is it Junior Brother Ning who just brought me here?" Gu Qinghan even more strange.

Ning Wujiu had no time to pay attention to those brothers. Seeing Yan Jiayun dancing wildly on the wooden fan, countless icicles attacking through the air, the black iron cover was "bang bang" for a moment, but he couldn't do anything to it. He saw Yan Jiayun suddenly retracting the wooden fan, as if he wanted to take out a new magic weapon. Ning Wujiu immediately made up his mind and said, "You are the true person of Xuanyin, and the old monster Xuanyin is just you?"

Yan Jiayun's face changed and he sneered, "This 'Hanchun Armor' is my follower Luo Zhiling. It seems that she has died at your hands? Humph! The little baby doesn't know the sky and the earth are thick. Even if you are a fifth-level cultivator in Peiyuan, it has been fifty years since you came to my place to show off! Today, in front of the wooden doors of Qingzhou, I will tear you into pieces!"

"Haha!" Ning Wujiu also sneered. Now that everyone has seen his true face, he shouted loudly, "Zheng Yin, you are old, and your subordinates, one or two, have been destroyed by me - Wei Zixu and Luo Zhiling, have become my souls! You have seen the "cold toon armor" of Luo Zhiling on me, and then look at the Xuankong Wood of Wei Zixu in my hand!

"I think you have finally lived to be nearly 100 years old now. If you can't get better, you will probably have a life of 20 or 30 years. But it's unknown whether you can survive for ten years. I won't bother with you. You save this old bone and go to play more and have fun. How about it? You and I will fight today, and the chances of winning are six and four, I will win, I will win six and you will win, even three and seven, you will win three and seven, so do you still want to fight this fight?"

Of course, only Ning Wujiu himself knew that the probability of winning was just the opposite. When he really fought with this old Xuanyin monster, he was only 40% or even 30%, and he probably didn't even have 30% of it! According to Luo Zhiling, the magical methods practiced by this old Xuanyin monster were too vicious and vicious, better than the orthodox magic spells of cultivators in the same realm. The key is that this old monster still had one or two domineering talisman magic weapons in his hands, and he could only take advantage of this Hanchun armor, but he was still a self-defense wooden treasure!

But after all, the two of them have the same cultivation level, and the old monster doesn't know what magic weapon Ning Wujiu has! What's more, according to Ning Wujiu, he also killed the two monk helpers of the old monster, which naturally gave Xuanyin an invisible pressure. In this case, the more rational monks would choose to avoid it. After all, once a fight is true, both sides are inseparable. The key is that this old monster is already 98 years old, and his cherishment of life span is far more than Ning Wujiu.

Of course, Ning Wujiu had enough reason and confidence to use the Xuanyin monster to cherish his life span and to practice magic skills wholeheartedly, to reach a higher level of cultivation to capture the "golden doll" mentality, to beat the swollen face and pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. This shout is enough to make the Xuanyin monster retreat.

Let’s talk about the old monster Xuanyin, that is, Yan Jiayun, who saw that his "Ice Cloud Fan" could not capture the "Han Chuncao Armor", naturally no longer had the intention to fight. After all, if two monks of the same level fought hard, even if they won, they would have to be seriously injured. What’s more, Ning Wujiu had already figured out his mind: As long as there are ten days, I will rush to the sixth level of Peirong. I will kill this little baby again? I can endure the momentary energy and take a step back and the vast sky. In the next ten days, you will definitely be killed and the corpse will be gone!

Immediately, Yan Jiayun said coldly: "Come on, my Yanjiabao was forced and threatened by an invisible masked man last night. My good things in Xuanyin were interrupted by a sudden obstacle. It seems that you are doing it! In addition, my followers Luo Zhiling and Wei Zixu are all dead at your hands. You think I have a dispute with Xuanyin! Remember, in ten days, I will come to find you, and I will break the grudges together! Today, I can see your face clearly and learn that you were once a disciple of Tang Pin Pavilion, which is enough, hahahaha!" When he said the three words "Tang Pin Pavilion", his tone became heavier, but after he finished speaking, his body shook, and a gust of wind passed by. The black smoke suddenly disappeared, and the smoke disappeared without a trace.

Ning Wujiu looked at the spiritual thoughts and found that the old monster's spiritual power was about ten feet away and had already gone away.

The old monster Xuanyin said that did not use spiritual sounds to spread. As a result, all the people in the palace could understand that the Tang Pin Pavilion in the audience were already warm, with shouts, applause and cheers one after another, "Junior Brother Ning, you are so good!", "Senior Brother Ning is a mighty!", "Has Junior Brother Ning become a god?"

At this moment, the people from other Mumen families were all ashamed. They looked at each other and looked at the elders of the Mu League General Assembly on the jade platform, hoping that Elder Lu would speak out.

After all, even the respected and magical master Yan was forced away by the young man in front of him who looked like a god descending to earth and wearing a black iron god cover. Looking at the warm cheers and encouragement of the people from Tang Pin Pavilion, it turned out that this young man was from Tang Pin Pavilion!

So, with the approval of the elders of the Mu League General Hall, can the agreement signed by Ye Lingzhai led the Mumen family to force Tang Pin Pavilion to take effect?

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Chapter completed!