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The first thousand one hundred and seventy-three chapters of the Dharma

"Shaodong Master, what do you want?"

Ning Qi said lightly.

"So, take my move. If you don't die, I will give you this Vajra Sacred Clothes. If you die, the Immortal Refining Yu Cauldron will naturally be mine."

The wind and clouds are indecent and light.

He paused, "Don't take the tears of the King of Hell."

"I want to kill me again, and I want to refine the Immortal Yu Ding. I can make a good plan, so I won't let you take the King of Hell?"

Ning Qi sneered in his heart.

Seeing this, Mu Qiuchan hurriedly looked at Meng Tianshu: "Master, Beixuan Gongsheng is the alchemist of our Immortal Spirit Sect. He has also helped his disciples so much, we can't watch Fengyun Wudao bully him!"

"Fengyun Wudao has a deep background and is likely to become a personal disciple of the Great Saint Xuanzhen in the future. I can't afford to offend Master."

Meng Tianshu, autumn cicadas slowly shook their heads.

Mu Qiuchan was slightly stunned, her eyes a little confused.

"Brother Wudao must be venting his anger for me!"

Lan Die looked at Feng Yun Wudao's eyes full of admiration.

Yun Qingchi and Lan Chensong obviously did not intend to mix it up, but just looked at Ning Qi lightly.

"Well, it seems that the alchemist of the Immortal Spirit Sect is about to die at the hands of the Master of the Young Cave."

"Who made him refuse the recruitment of the young cave master? The young cave master also took out a top-grade magic weapon to exchange for the Immortal Refining Yu Cauldron, but he didn't change it. Isn't this asking for trouble?"

"With the cultivation and identity of the Master of the Young Cave, facing a cultivator in the early stage of the Eternal Realm, he is willing to take out magic weapons to exchange it. This is rare in the Qinglong Continent. If it were me, just grab it."

The monks nearby started to whisper. Many monks deliberately amplified their voices and invisibly flattered Fengyun Wudao.

Ning Qi looked at Feng Yun Wudao coldly, then nodded and said, "Okay, since the young cave master is going to give me the Vajra Sacred Clothes, I will reluctantly accept it."

"What a arrogant guy!"

"Is he really a monk in the early stage of the Eternal Realm?"

Everyone showed shock on their faces, and it was obvious that Ning Qi's answer was beyond their expectations.

“This guy is funny.”

Yun Qingchi looked at Ning Qi, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. When he was a monk in the early stage of the Eternal Realm, he did not dare to provoke the monk in the Dharma Realm, but this kid did something he didn't dare to do.

Meng Tianshu stared at Ning Qi with a slightly strange look.

His eyes made Ning Qi feel like a thorny back. He forced himself to look at Meng Tianshu, and his eyes looked directly at Fengyun Wudao.

"Okay, if you have the ability, why not give it to you the Vajra Sacred Clothes?"

Fengyun Wudao is angry but laughs.

Ning Qi came to the battle arena, and Fengyun Wudao stood opposite him. Everyone held their breath and focused their attention. They looked at this scene with some expectations. They felt that they had not been in the sacred land of Zhulu in recent years. They not only saw the legendary underworld weapon, but also saw the Xuanyou Dan Sect's alchemy and defeated Ning Qi. Now, Fengyun Wudao, one of the top geniuses in the Qinglong Continent, took action. It was really worth it!

Mu Qiuchan was nervous and sweaty. She felt a little regretful. If she had known this, she would have given up at the beginning. It would be really not worth it to take Ning Qi's life for this matter. But Mu Qiuchan never thought that if she had not experienced these things, her sense of Ning Qi would not be even a friend, so naturally she would not be worried about him.

"I'm very nervous? I think this guy is your little lover, right? You bitch, like Brother Wudao in your heart, but you fall in love with someone so quickly?"

The sound of the blue butterfly exploded in the ears of the cicadas in the mid autumn.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't like him!"

Mu Qiuchan's face changed slightly and she looked at the blue butterfly coldly.

"You know it yourself. I just tell you that you are not qualified to like Brother Wudao. Brother Wudao is mine. In the future, I will become the wife of the Master of the Young Cave in Kunlun Cave Heaven! Even if the competition between you and me today is a draw, you will still kneel down and bow when you see me in the future!"

Lan Butterfly sneered.

"What will happen to you in the future is not my business!"

The cicadas in late autumn passed by coldly.

After saying that, she no longer paid attention to Lan Die, but looked at Ning Qi with complicated eyes.

"Are you ready?"

Feng Yun Wudao looked at Ning Qi lightly, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. With such an existence, he could kill ten thousand people with one palm.

In the eyes of monks in the Dharma Realm, monks in the Eternal Realm are just ants-like existences.

Ning Qi's figure suddenly changed greatly in front of everyone's eyes. His body kept growing. In the blink of an eye, a giant seven or eight feet tall appeared in front of everyone.

His black hair is like a waterfall, his eyes are like lightning, and he looked at Fengyun Wudao lightly: "Let's take action."

A mysterious aura spread from Ning Qi's body, causing the monks to look at him!

"He is pregnant with the blood of the ancient demon clan? But why is the aura so strange?"

"This aura even my late-stage monk in the Eternal Realm felt a little depressed. His bloodline origin was extraordinary!"

"Holy Lord..."

Lan Chensong looked at Yun Qingchi in shock, and saw Yun Qingchi nodding slightly, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

"How come this boy's breath is so similar to Feng Jiuxian?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Meng Tianshu's eyes, and his eyes gradually became solemn when he looked at Ning Qi.

"No, it's not true, it shouldn't be the bloodline of the immortals on Feng Jiuxian, but it's very similar. It seems that his bloodline is not simple, it should be the bloodline left by any ancient master."

Except for Feng Yun Wudao who was too young and did not notice the special bloodlines on Ning Qi's body, Yun Qingchi, Lan Chensong, and Meng Tianshu all thought about it in a tacit understanding, and finally shook their heads tacitly. They had experienced that shocking battle and had seen Feng Jiuxian's attack from afar. The aura on their body at that time was very similar to that on Ning Qi's current, but when they looked closely, there seemed to be a fundamental difference between the two.

"Your bloodline is good. It seems that your ancestors have also produced great powers. Unfortunately, if you refuse my recruitment, then there will be only one fate, and that is death."

Fengyun Wudao's voice exploded in Ning Qi's ears. The next moment, a huge sole suddenly fell heavily towards Ning Qi in the sky.

Everyone looked up and looked in their eyes with a look of marvel.

"The top-grade giant spirit magic image of the yellow level! It is worthy of being the master of the Kunlun Cave Heaven. However, in just over 800 years of being born, he has the top-grade magic image of the yellow level! How many cultivators in the Dharma Realm, until their lifespan is exhausted, were they wasted among the lower-grade and middle-grade yellow level?"
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