Chapter 1010: Another person

The thousandth and tenth chapters are in the same way
He is not shocked by the fact that he has not been smashed. He has seen Ningqi two or three times in the past year. Every time, he can feel the power of the law in Ningqi is getting stronger and stronger.
This, this makes him suspicious, and secretly guessed in his heart, I am afraid that the eternal power of the eternal life is teaching Ning Qi behind, otherwise, how can Ning Qi have such a speed of practice?
However, this time Ning Qi’s law of law directly doubled, and Zhangsha firmly believes that he will not look away!
"I made a little more."
Ning Qi modest smile.
"Oh, little brother, when you have time, let the old man introduce the predecessor."
Laksa smiled bitterly.
Why can't he see it, Ning Qi is deliberately shirking every time?
In the usual time, he had already turned his face. The monk in the early days of a fighting area was really not in his eyes. However, when he thought of the power of eternal life behind Ningqi, the sands calmed down. Can make a good deal, can not enmity, otherwise the family will be ten times stronger, but also can not reach the fingers of a Yongsheng monk.
"There is a chance, there is a chance."
Ning Qi smiled.
Everyone looked at the intimate conversation between Yansha and Ningqi. In the eyes, they couldn’t help but reveal the color of the cockroaches. Especially, he couldn’t think of it. Ning Beixuan’s indigenous people in the East Xuan’s land could get the favor of their own ancestors.
"Hey, if it’s not the one behind you, what do you think of Ningbei Xuan!"
I thought about it in my heart.
"Someone is coming."
Everyone saw three figures in the sky and galloped. After a while, when people swept these three figures, they stopped paying attention. After all, the other party was only a monk in the early days of the battle.
There are a group of monks nearby. They are the masters of the Western Heavens, but the strongest ones are just the nine-star fighting emperor. After seeing the three figures, the monks look a little, and their attention is concentrated in one of them. Above the figure!
It was a 13-year-old, dressed in a white robes, a small monk with a bright tooth. He was surrounded by a woman and a middle-aged man with a dark face. The middle-aged man did not seem to be angry. Too much, it should be a little hurt in the body.
"It’s so lively."
The Buddha of the present world smiled and glanced at the crowd. When he found that the people in the sorrow and the scent of the middle of the fighting spirit, his eyes were slightly cleared, and his eyes fell on the body of the sand, and he was shocked. The smile disappeared immediately, and the look was extremely dignified.
"A late monk in the battlefield?"
In the eyes of the female singer, there was a fascinating color in the eyes of the goddess.
"should be."
The current Buddha nodded cautiously.
In his Jinang Temple, there are also many monks in the late stage of the Battle of the Dharma. He is most familiar with the atmosphere of this type of monk.
"I can't think of the changes in the world, and this world has become like this."
Something is uncomfortable in the heart of the Qing Emperor. After the change of heaven and earth, Lingwu mainland only had three monks in the early days of Buddhism. But now, there are hundreds of casually in the early days of the battlefield, and there are also fighting grounds. Mid-term monks, even the late monks in the battlefield!
"Hey, are you so late, still want to stand in front?"
A middle-aged monk in the battlefield was dissatisfied and swept three people.
In the eyes of Qingdi, there was a hint of jealous color, and went straight to the back.
The current Buddha does not intend to care.
However, the goddess of cold songs stayed in the Vientiane Zong for many years, and the ordinary monks in the middle of the day in the ordinary days saw her, and they all had to be respectful.
This guy in front of me seems to have just broken through the middle of the battlefield, and even rushed to swear her, and the face of the cold song female emperor suddenly showed dissatisfaction.
"Hey? I'm not happy yet? Little girl, here is not the place where you can scatter wild things. Look at the upcoming opening of the Dragon Field. I don't care about you."
The mid-term monk in the battlefield sneered a sneer, and his afterglow noticed that it seems that Lusha and Ning Beixuan are also watching this side, which is so tolerant and generous.
If it is on weekdays, he has already shot.
"you!"
The goddess of cold songs is somewhat angry.
"What are you? Are you wrong to ask you to stand behind? Don't you know when you come first?"
"Everyone is a warrior in the battlefield, but also wants to break the team?"
"It seems that I am used to it in my own field."
The nearby Buddhism monk sneered.
"Okay, after all, it is not a Xianwu continent, forget it."
The present Buddha has pulled a little singer.
"I want to make a fuss, go a little further."
The sand was opened, and the tone was dull, but some people’s faces were changed in one place, and they immediately closed their mouths.
The cold song female emperor saw the situation, subconsciously looking at the sand, seeing the other side looking at himself silently, the eyes could not help but flash a trace of jealous color, when she regained her eyes, she saw a person looking at her with a smile.
"Northern Son!"
There is a hint of surprise in the eyes of the female singer.
North Xuan Gongzi?
This woman knows Ning Beixuan?
The eyes of the people suddenly changed, and they looked at the goddess of the cold songs with surprise.
"No way?"
The middle-time monk who was the first to ridicule the singer was slightly surprised, and then a little bitter smile hanged in his mouth, and he regretted it.
Although he arrived here three months ago, on the first day, he knew about the size of Ningqi from other people. Naturally, he knew that there was a terrible existence behind Ningqi. If these three people are Ningqi Friends, and he just sinned each other, wouldn’t he be hated by Ning Qi?
Thinking of this, he can't wait to slap himself, how can he not control this mouth?
"Northern Son is also here?"
The present Buddha, along with the gaze of the goddess of cold songs, looked at Ning Qi, and his mouth suddenly rose slightly.
"This son is Ning Bei Xuan?"
Qingdi’s face was pale, staring at Ning Qi, and his eyes flashed a trace of unspeakable color of grievances. He was cut off by the ancient gods in the past few years, and he was so badly injured that he has not recovered all of them. There are too many Doosan monks nearby, and he is afraid that he has already dealt with Ning Qi.

Ning Bei Xuan knows these three people?

The eyes of the sand were slightly picked up.
"I don't think I will meet two here. If I don't mind, can the two be in the first place?"
Ning Qi smiled.
"Don't mind don't mind!"
The goddess of the cold song laughed and went straight over the crowd to go to Ningqi. In the process, everyone consciously let a road open, the goddess of the cold song and the Buddha of the world are slightly stunned, secretly surprised, I can’t think of Ningqi. In front of this group of monks, is there such a big face?
Then their previous guesses are absolutely inseparable!
Thinking of this, the face of the cold song female emperor showed a sigh of relief.
When the Qing Emperor saw it, he looked at the back of the two with his teeth. "The two guys, actually carrying me in contact with him? Damn! Damn!"
He and Ning Qi have hatred, and now the nature is not good enough to go forward, can only humiliately stand in the corner.
"The original two are friends of the Ning brothers. I said it early, haha."
Laksa came forward and laughed.
The goddess of cold songs and the current Buddha’s emperor suddenly stood on the spot, how can they even be so pleased with Ningqi?