Chapter 1397: Yue Feng

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The two young monks talked while they were preparing to enter the transmission array. After listening to a few sentences, Ning Qi looked a little gloomy. When the ghosts saw the old, they immediately stopped the two young monks. They were just the existence of eternal life. If there is a sense of law in the ghosts, the two would ask with respect: "Predecessors, I don't know what to tell me?"
"You said that Jianxi came to be pursued by the Putuo patriarchs. Can you know where they are?"
The ghost is old and faint.
"approximately?"
The two faces looked at each other with a strange look. One of them turned to the old man: "Jianxi has been blocked in the 'Black Wind Ridge'. If it is not born on the Black Wind Ridge, there is a black wind ban that can be left in ancient times. Resist the one or two, at this moment has been suppressed by the Putuo sect."
"Do you know so clearly?"
Ghosts laughed.
"I happened to be practicing in the Black Wind Ridge before, and I had to go to other places."
The two smiled awkwardly.
"Hey, let's go."
Ghosts faintly waved their hands, and the two nodded and entered the transmission array.
"Ning Tongguan, Heifengling is in the forest of eight thousand miles away in the city of Virtual Wave. Have we seen it in the past?"
Ghosts walked to Ningqi.
"No, I can go alone."
Ning Qi smiled.
Ghost and Baicheng’s faces are a bit odd. Although Ningqi is so expensive as the management of the Liancheng Division in Da’an City, he is not only just in the upper position, but many people don’t recognize him at all, and his cultivation is also very low, just In the middle of the legal phase, they were almost the same as the three of them in Baicheng. This rashly went to find the troubles of the Emperor of the Putuo. It was very likely that even the opportunity to show their identity was not there, and they were suppressed by the other side.
After all, the existence of the half-step creation level, in the Lumen Xian Dynasty, can be regarded as a master, or else there will be no qualification to open a school.
Li Kunxin has some in mind, he knows the true strength of Ning Qi.
It’s just that Ning Qi will be a half-step opponent. Li Kunxin’s heart is not at the bottom. At the moment, Ning Qi has just been in the upper position. If he accidentally died in the hands of the half-step creation level, then Li Kunxin’s backing will be gone!
"Ning Tong Guan..."
Ghosts still want to persuade again.
"Ghosts, you take them back to Daancheng first, I can go back in a few days."
Ning Qi patted the old shoulders of the ghost and turned to walk outside the city of Virtual Wave.
"Ghosts are old, let Bei Xuan ancestors go."
Li Kunxin sighed.
"It's worth it."
The ghost always thought about it, as long as Ning Qi indicated that he was in charge of the same place, and that the Emperor of the Putuo was not the courage to kill.
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Black wind ridge.
Dozens of figures stood in the void, and kept rushing toward the black wind ridge as a black misty ban. The leader was a middle-aged monk with a white hair on his shoulders and no expression. A little cold looking down at the Black Wind Ridge.
"His grandmother, we have been practicing here for many years. Through the black wind ban law left by the ancients, the speed of practice has been greatly improved. This will be banned by the 'Yuefeng' to break the black wind, so we have to find a place to practice. "Oh, gods fight, we are mortal."
"That is, I am waiting for the repair, I can easily find a settlement, but it is ruined. Hey, if the qualification can be higher, it will not even be the third-rate sect."
Thousands of monks are surrounded by the hundreds of miles away from the Black Wind Ridge. They are the highest, but they are only in the late Yongsheng, and there are also monks in the battlefield.
Their eyes fell on the white-haired monk, and his face was very ugly. This white-haired monk was the descendant of the Putuo sect. Yue Feng, who did not say anything, attacked the black wind ridge directly. They had tens of thousands of monks in the black wind ridge. Inhabited, but only a few thousand people have escaped, and the rest are still inside, or have been killed by the shock of the aftermath.
"Is the white-haired man the lord of the Putuo?"
Ning Qi stood by a few immortal monks, a touch of the road.
They looked at Ning Qi with a strange look. Seeing Ning Qi is very good. It should not be a monk here. One person said: "Yes, he is the chief of the Putuo sect, Yue Feng, the existence of a half-step creation level."
Ning Qi nodded and his eyes fell on Yue Feng. He felt that the breath of the other side seemed to be weaker than the strong air. So it seems that the repair of the strong air should be infinitely close to the creator.
"Jian Xilai, I see how long you can wait, dare to kill my disciples of Putuozong. Is it true that my Yuefeng is dead?"
The white-haired monk suddenly screamed, and a boxing out, the power of creation broke out, directly bombarded in the black wind ban, three consecutive punches, the black wind ban finally had a trace of rupture.
"The Sovereign Deity!"
Putuo Zong’s monk.
After more than a dozen punches, the black fog that covered the black wind ridge suddenly disappeared. At the same time, a sword light broke out from the inside and fired at Yuefeng.
"I don't even have a perfect relationship with the law. Do you dare to shoot me?"
Yue Feng snorted and punched out. Then everyone saw a white figure, his mouth overflowing with blood, and his foot white lotus appeared in the sky above the hundred miles.
"Jian Xilai really is so amazing!"
"Among the women I have met, I can't compare with him. Is he really a man?"
"It's a pity that today, Feng Feng suppressed it, and his end will be extremely cool."
The monks around Ningqi looked at Jianxi with some disappointment. Both men and women seemed to be fascinated by her appearance at the moment.
"Jian Xilai, hand over the thing, it is not what you can have, give it out, I will let you go today, don't hold you to hurt my son!"
Yue Feng looked coldly at Jianxi.
"It is rumored that the Emperor of the Putuo Zongzong has a good life in Longyang. It seems to be true, but Yue Feng is obviously not for his son to personally, but the sword has what he wants."
Ning Qi brows slightly wrinkled.
"I have placed it in a safe place. You will kill me today, and don't want to get it."
Jianxi came to a faint road, even if she was in a desperate situation, her expression was very indifferent, without any panic, I don’t know if she had a card, or she was not afraid of death.
"Ha ha ha, threaten me? I will suppress you, see how long you can support under my confession!"
Yue Feng laughed wildly, and the white hair had no wind. The power of creation was pervading him. When he was ready to start, he suddenly found that Jianxi had a figure next to him.
"How did you come here?"
Jianxi came to see Ning Qi, and his look changed slightly.
This change of silk was suddenly captured by Yue Feng. He suddenly laughed: "Jian Xilai, this son will not be your face? It seems that you are very nervous, I will kill him first, then suppress you!"