Chapter 2120: Sharpened opportunity

"Why? Doesn't my priest speak? Doesn't it work? The master seized the island. Where can I come back in a little while, now he immediately sent me to Ninghai City. At the speed of a flying boat, it took no more than half an hour to go back and forth. Things can never delay business. "
Ye Yan's face sank, and he was extremely displeased with a cold voice: "Even if the master knows, he won't blame you. All his own servants will bear it. If the servant is starved to death, you must consider how to bear it. The owner's anger. "
The two slaves thought about it too, but the master servant now has nothing to do with the derelict. If they are hungry, they can't explain to the Lord God.
What's more, if they really annoyed the new servant of the god, as long as they blow in the ear of the Lord God, their lives will be sad.
"Well then, let's send Lord Priest to eat now."
The two slaves quickly made a decision, and it took only half an hour to eat a meal. Lord God, they certainly did not return so soon, so they drove the flying boat to Ninghai City quickly.
"You ... don't come here. I'm just acting on orders. There is a debtor and a lord. If you want revenge, don't look for me."
In a gloomy gray space, the small-eyed slave shuddered, screaming in horror at the old couple on the fishing boat that had just been beheaded by him.
He didn't know what was going on. He was about to rush to the island to kill the ring, and strive to perform well in front of the Son of God. He felt a flower in front of him and appeared in this ghostly space. He also saw the one he had killed before. Old couple.
"Hey, this yin and yang upside-down five elements array is really interesting, this kid actually treats us as a demanding ghost."
The old man said with a smile and a neatly trimmed beard.
"Huh, the grass is killing people and killing innocent people. Such a scum should die in hell. Don't let it go, kill it."
The old woman stared angrily at the small-eyed slave, urging suddenly.
Fortunately, it is my husband and wife. If it were an ordinary fisherman, I am afraid that he would have died at this moment.
"Yeah, what shit does you dare to chase you for more than 40 years, and it looks like your husband will let you out of you today."
The old man reached out his hand and did not know where to find a large kitchen knife. The look of the small-eyed slave looked like the pig and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
"It turns out you aren't ghosts? Whoops, you can scare me, it's not a ghost, it's not a ghost."
The small-eyed slave finally reacted, and patted his chest without surprise and weeping.
He was afraid of ghosts, but not humans. Although he was only the bottom of the existence in the temple, but in the secular world, he was the god, and the secular ants were able to bear him.
"Hey, this guy is afraid of ghosts, but he is not afraid of people, does he not know that sometimes people are more terrible than ghosts?"
The old man said with a smile, walking towards the other with a large chopper.
The small eyes of God slave showed a tinge of embarrassment, and the whole body suddenly exuded a terrifying breath. He proudly punched the old man and tickled his fingers: "Old man, ants-like things even want to slaughter the nine dragons in heaven. I'm not dead, it's not too late for Lao Tzu to return to you now. "
"Well, the old man has been tired and crooked for a long time. You can return the old man to the west."
The old man was not upset, always smiling, with a harmless expression on the face of humans and animals.
Although the small-eyed slave said very easily on the mouth, how could the old couple appear accidentally in this weird place?
It is just that he has absolute self-confidence. This worldly warrior is at most a demigod. However, when it comes to practicing exercises and combat skills, he cannot compare with the people in the temple at all, and his combat effectiveness is not on a level.
What's more, this old man's footsteps are floating, the spiritual power of the whole body is scattered and uncondensed, and cultivation
It must be low-level exercises, not to mention that he cannot be a demigod, even if it is a demigod, he cannot be his opponent.
"Old things die."
The fierce light flashed in the small eyes of God's slaves, and the fist was wrapped with the spiritual light group, and blasted to the old man's face fiercely. It seemed that he had seen the other person's head burst like a watermelon, and his face showed a bloodthirsty Smirk.
The old man waved a large kitchen knife without a panic, as if a chef was cutting radishes without any trace of fireworks.
The small-eyed slave's complexion changed, but it was such a casual knife, but it gave him an irresistible and irresistible sense of despair.
In his feelings, everything seemed to be still. Only the giant sword-shaped gigantic sword-wrapping enveloping his divine power filled all his mind, making his soul tremble with fear.
"No, it's impossible. What kind of swordsmanship is this? It makes me even unable to resist ..."
The small eyes stared at the back of the old man who had turned away and turned away like a okay person. He uttered an unwilling roar, but the voice stopped abruptly before the voice broke, and the whole person split strangely from the middle. The body was split into two pieces and fell to the ground.
It is shocking that until the old couple left and trembled with each other, the extremely flat incision of the corpse suddenly began to bleed, and the intestines' viscera mixed with white flower brain and blood flowed to the ground.
"Grandpa is ... enough."
In the lobby of the main castle of Paradise Island, Ding Ning leaned on Erlang's legs, drank a cigarette and looked at the projections divided into countless parts on the wall, and sighed with emotion.
Behind him, the elders of the Crane family and many women were sitting in chairs like watching movies, watching the projection with interest.
"What is the strength of Grandpa, how can a demigod be like a chicken in his hand?"
Ziqueer asked with a strong awe and curiosity in her eyes. She was confident that she could easily kill the demigod, but she couldn't be as relaxed and comfortable as an old man.
Even the elders of the Crane tribe were shocked, because they could see that Grand Ding Ning's sword did not go beyond the category of demigods, but they could kill the same level of powerfuls. They asked themselves if they were If Xiu Xiu is also in the semi-god realm, it is absolutely impossible to be his opponent, and the control of power has reached the level of seconds to the peak.
"What strength? To be honest, I'm afraid he isn't even clear. Anyway, I only know that even if he is an immortal powerhouse, he may not have the power of a war. I really don't know the specific repair."
Ding Ning said with a bitter smile.
"Husband, isn't he the crazy old man? How did he become your grandpa?"
He Linger had seen the old man show off his mighty power in the Wulun Valley, knowing that he was very strong, but he couldn't figure out anything. Such a terrible bull was Ding Ning's grandfather.
"This is a long story, and I will tell you slowly when I have time later. Now, if anyone wants to try a hand, you can talk to my uncle and let her put you into the battle."
Ding Ning did not elaborate on the process of acknowledging his grandparents, and said with great interest.
"I want to try."
He Ming, who had just returned from the storm, rubbed his fists, his eyes flashed with eagerness to try. He traveled more than half of China, and felt the nature of heaven. He had a faint feeling of taking that step, but he still lacked the grinding of battle. The demigod in the sleepy array is his best opponent.
"I'm going to try it too."
Ziqueer's eyes lighted up, and she already had some itchy hands, but Ding Ning didn't speak, and she couldn't figure out his plan. She was still embarrassed to raise it. Now Ding Ning spoke, and she wouldn't miss this opportunity.
"I, as well as me, I'm going to practice hands."
Kong Lei and He Linger both raised their hands excitedly to save their lives.
Although Bai Xun'er and others also wanted to register, they had a sense of self-knowledge, and the strength of the people in the temple was too great. It was not to grind, but to die, which made them frustrated for a while.
"It doesn't matter, just go if you want, I can control the formation to suppress their strength and you are on the same level."
Ding Ning saw their frustration, and said with joy.
"Really? Then I want to sign up."
Ling Yun jumped up to cheer for the first time, since Nizi has become a fighting madman after a war in the Wulun Valley. She does not itch all day and fights all day, and she will soon cast a shadow over the Qingyun security masters. Already.
"Me, I want to fight too."
Although Bai Xun'er seemed quiet and quiet, the fighting factors in his bones still existed, and those who refused to let him follow his hands raised to ask for registration.
"Me, I want to participate too."
"I sign up too."
"And me, well, I want to fight too."
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This time is good, except for the three sisters of Miao Miao, the women of the Yao clan have raised their hands and demanded a fight. This time seems unbearable.
Demon women are so brave. Where are human women willing to show weakness? Except for the two pregnant women who are alone in the night and Ding Diaohun and the falling snow, which is the last thing they like to fight, even Sakura raises her hands timidly and urges the battle to sharpen her body.
Ding Ning looked at Du Mosheng, Guan Shilin, and Qingyun who also raised their hands, and couldn't help crying and laughing: "Even if you are the only ones, alchemy is your main business. It is not for you to fight and kill."
"Sister Xuner can fight, why can't we."
Du Mosheng is not going to do it now. This little girl has always been strong. She can do what Bai Xuner can do.
"Yes, husband, haven't you said that, the ancient alchemy all served warriors? Although alchemy is our main business, we are also warriors."
Qingyun said softly, but his tone was full of determination.
"Uh-huh, I'm going to be a heroine like Sister Yun."
Guan Shilin's little head echoed with the chicken pecking rice.
She doesn't worship anyone now, only Lingyun. After all, like them, she has changed from an ordinary person to a powerful warrior.
"Well, can you keep them safe?"
Ding Ning was still at a loss, asking about the martyr who presided over the formation.
"No problem, at most, it was hurt and injured, and no one could die."
羲 faintly answered.
Ding Ning calmed down: "Well then, if you want to ask for help, then try it."
"Yeah! Long live my husband and long live Sister Xi."
Guan Shilin immediately cheered and shouted cheerfully, so that a faint smile on Lu Qingqing's face was recognized by the sisters, and she was still very happy.
Ding Ning watched the daughters one by one preparing the work with enthusiasm, and couldn't help shaking his head secretly and grinning. He really couldn't bear to accept these daughters-in-law.
However, the flowers in the greenhouse can never grow into towering trees. The strength is too easy, but it is easy for them to have a slack mentality, and it will help them cultivate.
Since there was such a rare opportunity, Ding Ning simply called An Qier and Li Enxi and let them teleport over to experience the feeling of fighting.
Of course, the voluntary principle is adopted, and if they are not willing, he will not force it.
Unsurprisingly, the two women didn't hesitate at all, and immediately transmitted the call within ten minutes after hanging up.