"How is it possible..."

Everyone's expressions were extremely shocked. Qiu Feng looked at the scene in a daze, with a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. His mind seemed to be equipped with a motor, and he quickly turned. In a blink of an eye, he calculated how many Qinglong Crystals he should compensate if Ning Qi broke through the thirteenth level and became unpopular.

A total of 800,000! 800,000 Qinglong Crystals!

Even if he is a cultivator in the early stage of the Dharma Realm, he has no place to find so many Qinglong Crystals, which is equivalent to the income of a sect in a year!

It would be fine if he was the sect leader. At worst, the people in the sect could drink the northwest wind for a year, and delay the tribute from the holy land, and they could also get the 800,000 green dragon crystals. However, Qiu Feng was just a casual cultivator! Not to mention 800,000, he would probably not even be able to get the 100,000 green dragon crystals after calculating the accounts.

Qiu Feng looked around and found that everyone was shocked. Even Baxia Pudu and Baxia Zikun seemed to have not noticed him. Qiu Feng moved his footsteps quietly and slowly ran out of the siege. At this moment, a monk noticed this and shouted loudly.

"The gambling ghost wants to escape! Everyone, catch him!"

"God, you're only suppressing one hundred Qinglong Crystals here with me. Is it necessary to harm me like this?"

Qiu Feng was furious and cursed at the reported monk. His body turned into a lightning bolt and galloped away. At the same time, a monster covered in scales and a human-body fish head appeared behind Qiu Feng to stop the pursuers for him. This is Qiu Feng's yellow-level middle-grade magic image: the magic image of the mermaid!

It would be fine if he didn't show up. As soon as he showed up, hundreds of Dharma images immediately fell from the sky, including golden armored warriors holding giant swords and wide-eyed eyes, giant snakes with nine heads, monsters with five legs, dragon heads and horses, hundreds of Dharma images of various levels appeared out of thin air, surrounding Qiu Feng in the middle.

Looking at these monks with cold eyes, Qiu Feng laughed dryly: "Everyone misunderstood. Hasn't that kid passed the thirteenth level yet? I just got up and moved my body."

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the giant tower of Tongtian and sat down.

Seeing this, everyone removed all kinds of Dharma images, snorted coldly and returned to Qiu Feng's side, surrounded more than a dozen layers inside and out, and Qiu Feng was already unable to fly.

"Damn it! Don't pass the thirteenth level, please, little ancestor!"

Qiu Feng prayed secretly in his heart.

Everyone's mood was completely different from Qiu Feng. Apart from the shock, the monks who had bet on the unpopularity almost smiled.

"Old ancestor, this guy won't really pass the thirteenth level, right?"

The face of Doha Pudu was a little ugly. Even he could only wander in the eleventh level and at most he could pass the twelfth level. However, a mere late-stage cultivator in the Eternal Realm had already passed the twelve levels?

This is really unacceptable.

"The son of Fengjiu Immortal is indeed extraordinary. If his bloodline is the same as his father, this Qinglong Continent will be in trouble again."

Baxia Zikun's face gradually became solemn. He really didn't expect Ning Qi to reach this level.

"If Liekong heard this news, he would probably come directly to break the void."

Domineering Pudu curled his lips.

At that time, Feng Jiuxian was forced to death by Lie Kong, so what if he was his son?

Lie Kong didn't even have to take action, and just said one thing, the Great Sage Xuanzhen would join forces with several other great saints to force Feng Jiuxian and Wang Muting to death.

No matter what, as long as you do not break through the Dharma Realm in one day and become the Creator, you will not be able to compete with Likong at all.

His father, Venerable Lieyang, has lived for nearly millions of years. When the Great Sage of Domineering, he must behave properly and dare not overcome him at all!

………

In Shanhaiguan.

The thirteenth level.

Ning Qi overcomes all the way and finally reaches this level. The price is that he was seriously injured three times and consumes more than thirty underworld weapons.

At several levels, Ning Qi encountered various strange races, including a centipede that was dozens of miles long. It was so poisonous that it almost caused Ning Qi to be poisoned and died. This centipede guarded the twelfth level. I believe that those geniuses who could only pass the eleventh level were defeated by it.

However, the corpse of the centipede is now wrapped in Ning Qi's space. Its body is used to refine weapons and poison glands are all the best choices.

"The thirteenth level, why is it so weird?"

Ning Qi's eyes fell on a house in the distance, with deserted mountain roads nearby. As soon as he arrived here, the house attracted Ning Qi's attention.

Could it be that people live here?

Or is the guy guarding the 13th level a monk?

"It's been hundreds of years, and someone has finally come here again. My friend, please come in."

A gentle voice sounded in Ning Qi's ears.

Ning Qi was slightly stunned when he heard this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and walked directly towards the small courtyard. No matter what the other party was selling, he had to face it.

When people arrived in front of the yard, the gate opened itself. The yard was not big, with only four or five rooms. Once the door was opened, you could see an old man sitting smiling at the stone table in the center, holding a book in his left hand and gently patting his thigh with his right hand. When he saw Ning Qi, he raised his eyes slightly and smiled at Ning Qi, "Little brother, come here and sit down."

"Senior, are you the guardian of Thirteenth Pass?"

Ning Qi walked to the old man and sat down, and made a clear idea.

"yes."

The old man nodded with a smile and admitted calmly. He just looked at Ning Qi with his own eyes. His real attention was still on the ancient books in his hand, as if there were delicious pastries on it, and he was eating with relish.

"What do you need to do to pass this level?"

Ning Qi smiled and glanced at the ancient book, but there was no word on it.

"Just chat with me. I'll let you pass, just pass, if I don't let you pass, you won't pass."

The old man smiled faintly.

The air in front of Ning Qi suddenly became wet, and then an ice crystal cup condensed in front of Ning Qi at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, a hot air came out from it, and the tea that emitted a faint fragrance of tea was yellow and orange, crystal clear, and there seemed to be a whirlpool inside, with a few tea leaves swirling inside.

A hint of vigilance flashed in Ning Qi's eyes. He could not see from beginning to end where the tea came from.

"Little brother, drink it."

The old man smiled faintly.

Ning Qi smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and drank it all. A hint of heartache seemed to flash in the old man's eyes, and he said to Ning Qi: "You can't taste tea."

"Senior, please give me advice."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

The old man immediately taught Ning Qi a lot of ways to taste tea. At the end, he looked at Ning Qi up and down and said, "I recognize your parents."
Chapter completed!