"Feng Jiuxian?"

Wang Lin's face changed drastically, and he stared at Ning Qi. After being reminded by the Great Sage Xuanzhen, his eyes staring at Ning Qi gradually changed a little.

"How could the ancestor suddenly mention Fengjiuxian? There are not many people who look like each other in the world..."

The monks in each level of * could not help but mutter in their hearts.

Wang Hai, Wang Xue, Wang Xuanlong and others looked at Ning Qi and changed again. A trace of solemnity gradually appeared on Wang Xuanlong's face, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"How old are you this year?"

Wang Lin's figure moved slightly and appeared in front of Ning Qi. He was taller than Ning Qi, looking down at Ning Qi from a high place.

"I can't remember it."

Ning Qi looked at Wang Lin indifferently.

There was a hint of worry in his heart. He had learned from Wu Yin that the relationship between him and Feng Jiuxian and the Wang family was probably not very simple. As for whether he was Feng Jiuxian's son, Ning Qi was not sure. After all, when Feng Jiuxian and Wang Lin's queen Mu Ting fled from the Qinglong Continent, hundreds of years had passed since he was born. Nezha was born only three years pregnant. Could it be that he would stay in his mother's belly for hundreds of years?

Wang Lin frowned slightly and directly reached out to put his hand on Ning Qi's forehead. Ning Qi felt that his body was suppressed by a force and could not move.

A mysterious force was injected into Wang Lin's palm and wandered around in his body. Wang Lin's eyes moved slightly, then sighed disappointedly and said to the Great Saint Xuanzhen: "Dad, he is not Mu Ting's son."

"Huh~"

Many people breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Wang Xuanlong, if Ning Qi is really related to Feng Jiuxian, it must also have something to do with Wang Muting, and then he will not be able to take revenge on Ning Qi. After all, in terms of seniority, he wants to call Aunt Wang Muting!

For some reason, a hint of relaxation flashed in Wang Xue's eyes, and she felt a deep sigh of relief.

"Is there a blood relationship?"

The Great Sage Xuanzhen’s faint Tao.

"No."

Wang Lin shook his head, glanced at Ning Qi in disappointment, turned around and walked to the side of the Great Saint Xuanzhen. The next moment, the Great Saint Xuanzhen flashed to Ning Qi himself.

When Wang Lin saw this scene, his face suddenly changed!

Ning Qi had just been tricked by Wang Lin, but at this moment he was invaded by the mysterious power of the Great Sage Xuanzhen.

"Huh? This son did not lose his body and achieved eternal life with his body? The more than three million laws in his body's body are actually just the middle stage of the eternal life?"

A glimmer flashed in the eyes of the Great Saint Xuanzhen. He let go of his hand, glanced at Ning Qi lightly, then turned around and looked at Wang Lin: "Why are you lying to me?"

"Dad, I..."

A hint of worry appeared on Wang Lin's face. The next second, he had already appeared between Ning Qi and Xuan Zhen Great Saint.

Wang Lin looked at the Great Sage Xuan Zhen seriously: "Dad, you forced Mu Ting and Feng Jiuxian to have no idea of ​​their life and death, and their whereabouts were unknown. I can't let you attack my grandson anymore!"

Grandson?

Everyone's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy blow. When everyone heard Wang Lin's words, their faces showed horror and disbelief.

"How is it possible? How could he be the grandson of Wang Lin's ancestor..."

Wang Mu looked at Ning Qi in horror, his body trembling uncontrollably.

His father was not much better, and Wang Xuanlong's eyes were filled with fear. He couldn't help but clench his fists and slowly let go of his fists.

He knew that it would be unlikely that he would seek revenge on Ning Qi.

"The grandson of Wang Lin's ancestor..."

Wang Hai's mouth opened slightly.

"how so……"

A trace of pain flashed in Wang Xue's eyes.

As for Wang Long, he was even more unbearable because he called the monks from the Demon Evil Hall to assassinate Ning Qi. This was not very secretive, at least Wang Mu knew about it.

If Ning Qi is really the grandson of Wang Lin’s ancestor, then his fate may be...

Thinking of this, Wang Long felt extremely regretful. He had known that he would have listened to Wang Si and should not attack Ning Qi again.

"Do you think you can stop me?"

The Great Sage Xuanzhen looked at Wang Lin coldly, and a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"You can only try it."

Wang Lin said with a wry smile.

The atmosphere in the field became more and more tense, and even the air was almost stagnant. Cultivators below the Dharma Realm felt breathless.

"Well, ancestor Wang Lin, are you sure I am your grandson? Could it be that you read it wrong? Actually, I am only in my thirties, so it is not right to calculate the time?"

Ning Qi said with a dry smile.

Everyone looked at Ning Qi together, and a trace of shock flashed in their eyes. I was in their thirties?

When you are in your thirties, you will break through to the middle stage of immortality?

Such a speed of practice is a bit terrible, right?

A hint of hesitation appeared on Wang Lin's face. Suddenly, Ning Qi slapped his head, but a cold light broke out from Ning Qi's eyebrows and turned into a human form in front of everyone.

This is a girl with a look of only ten years old, wearing a light blue palace outfit, with snow-white skin and bright big eyes.

"This is……"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ning Qi's eyes. This scene reminded him of the phantom that was passively aroused from his head when he first saw Tuobayan at Baidi Tower. But this time, it was replaced by a woman?

"Mu Ting, your mother misses you very much."

Wang Lin looked at the phantom that looked like a real person, his eyes slightly moist.

"Dad! Mu Ting is unfilial and cannot serve her father and mother with her. Please do not hang up."

The girl saluted Wang Lin.

"This... is Ancestor Mu Ting?"

"She is really not dead!"

"It seems that this son is really the grandson of Wang Lin's ancestor. He is afraid he is older than me..."

Wang Lin is very old. He was born to Wang Muting, who was in the late stage of the Dharma Realm. Wang Muting is his youngest daughter, so although he is not very old, his seniority is very high!

"Grandpa, Mu Ting knows that she is wrong. Please don't be angry with Mu Ting again."

The girl saluted from afar to the Great Saint Xuanzhen again.

A hint of sigh flashed in the eyes of the Great Saint Xuanzhen. He knew that this was just a phantom left by Wang Muting. After hesitating for a second, the Great Saint Xuanzhen nodded slowly and said, "Grandpa has forgiven you. If you know, remember to come back to see grandpa."

The girl seemed not to hear it. Finally, she walked to Ning Qi, gently stretched out her hand to stroke Ning Qi's face, and a hint of doting and nostalgia appeared in her eyes.

Ning Qi only felt his cheeks cold and looked at the girl quietly.

"Child, my mother was seriously injured at the beginning, so I could only leave you in the Ning family. You won't blame her, right?"

The girl smiled.

"Not surprising."

Ning Qi whispered.

"Mom and your father have something important to do. When that matter is over, I will come to you. It only takes thirty years... it only takes thirty years... it only takes thirty years..."
Chapter completed!