"Senior Zikun, can I challenge you now?"

Ning Qi looked at Baxia Zikun and said with a faint smile.

"Well, you really have the qualifications to challenge me now."

Baxia Zikun nodded with a smile.

Seeing this, the monks nearby retreated thousands of feet one after another, looking at Ning Qi and Baxia Zikun with some expectations.

One is a genius who has passed through Shanhaiguan with his cultivation level in the late stage of the Eternal Realm.

One is the late-stage master of Dharma Realm, ranked 93rd on the Qinglong List.

Everyone is looking forward to the battle between the two, which must be very exciting.

"Old ancestor?"

Baxia Pudu glanced at Baxia Zikun.

"You retreat first."

Baxia Zikun waved his hand.

"yes."

Baxia Pudu nodded and stepped aside.

Wu Yin frowned slightly. Ning Qi had already proved his combat power when he was able to pass Shanhaiguan, but he still felt that Ning Qi could not be the opponent of Zikun. Zikun, who was a late-stage cultivator of the Dharma Realm who had been on the Qinglong List for tens of thousands of years, was very likely to become a great saint-level figure.

"Persuading is useless. I hope that Baxia Zikun can show mercy to the Beixuan brothers for the sake of the Great Saint Xuanzhen."

Wu Yin shook his head lightly, gave Ning Qi a look of "Take care" and hid in the distance. He could not bear the aftermath of the late-stage cultivator in the Dharma Realm.

"The ancestor will not be in trouble..."

Wang Wu stood beside Qiu Feng, his eyes full of worry.

Qiu Feng looked at this scene thoughtfully. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he directly transmitted a message to the audience: "Everyone, it's open..."

"You are so gamblers, you've become like this, and the market is still open? I'll pay it back to me if I owe me Qinglong Crystal!"

"I really don't know how to live or die!"

"Don't do this. I'll be in an unpopular position this time. You can only bet the ancestor of the Wang family to win, and you will pay twenty per person!"

"What? There are still bets like this?"

"Aren't you sure to win?"

"So it's called an unpopular one. You have won an unpopular one just now. Don't you dare to gamble? At worst, I will work for you for 30,000 years to pay off your debts!"

"This guy..."

Wang Wu looked at Qiu Feng in disbelief. He had reached this point, but he still dared to open the market?

"How about it, little brother, do you want to bet your ancestor to win?"

Qiu Feng looked at Wang Wu with a smile.

Wang Wu's face suddenly changed. It would be fine if he didn't say anything. Once he spoke, would he be custodian or not? If he didn't custodian, wouldn't he be optimistic about the ancestor?

If you bet, you may lose...

"Isn't even the children of the Wang family optimistic about their ancestors, right?"

Qiu Feng said excitedly.

"I've snatched! I'll snatch this IOU!"

When Wang Wuyi was agitated, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He put in the IOU that Qiu Feng had just called him, which was 10,000 yuan Qinglong Crystals.

"By the IOU?"

Qiu Feng was a little dissatisfied.

"What? You wrote this with your own hand, and your soul is imprinted on it, and you don't recognize it yourself?"

Wang Wu sneered.

"Just IOU."

Qiu Feng curled his lips.

Seeing this, the other monks who did not get the Qinglong Crystal but instead took a lot of IOUs, after thinking for a few breaths, immediately bet on the IOUs.

Qiu Feng sighed in his heart. Although there was no Qinglong Crystal, as long as he won, his debt problem would be basically solved.

And he is definitely a must-win!

Is it challenging the late stage of the Dharma Realm?

What a joke!

Qiu Feng looked at Ning Qi gloatingly.

...

"How to fight? You can't decide the outcome by life and death?"

Baxia Zikun looked at Ning Qi with a faint smile.

Ning Qi's eyes moved slightly. If life and death determine the outcome, it would probably take a month to kill Zi Kun's dense blood strips.

"Let's do this. If senior can defeat me within ten moves, even if I lose, otherwise... it's senior who loses."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

Ten tricks?

This kid is really crazy!

When the cultivators nearby heard this, a hint of disdain appeared in their eyes. Baxia Zikun took action. Even a mid-stage cultivator in the Dharma Realm might not be able to support ten moves.

Some ordinary monks who only rely on their life span to break through to the late stage of the Dharma Realm may not be able to support ten moves!

"Interesting, are you sure to survive ten moves under my attack?"

Baxia Zikun smiled faintly.

Ning Qi smiled without saying a word, but just looked at Baxia Zikun indifferently.

"Okay, as you said, I can't suppress you ten moves, so I'll lose."

Baxia Zikun said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Feng suddenly felt a little ominous premonition in his heart, and then he immediately comforted himself: It's okay, it's okay, he can't last ten moves, and he will definitely lose within three moves!

"Senior, please."

Ning Qi smiled faintly.

"Then I'll do something."

Baxia Zikun smiled slightly, raised his hand and punched Ning Qi. This punch was dull and there was no vision, but Ning Qi, who was standing opposite him, felt a sense of crisis. This feeling was so mysterious, as if no matter where he escaped, this punch would follow him.

The qi lock of monks in the Dharma Realm is indeed extraordinary.

boom!

Ning Qi blocked his chest with the dragon-slaying sword and took the punch of Baxia Zikun. His feet inserted into the ground, and the huge force caused him to retreat wildly, plowing two thousand-foot marks on the ground.

My chest was aching and my health decreased by more than 80 million.

"If this punch hits my body directly and does not trace back to the origin, it may be directly hit with 200 million or 300 million health points. If any late-stage cultivator in the Eternal Realm would be beaten into a blood mist on the spot. This guy... is killing him."

Ning Qi's eyes gradually became solemn.

It is obvious that Zikun's attitude is not as kind as he appears on the surface, but has endless murderous intent under his faint smile.

"He, did he really block the ancestor's punch?"

Baxia Pudu's face changed slightly. Even if he had the punch just now, he might not be sure to block it. He might have hurt him seriously with one punch.

But Ning Qi is like this now, except that he is beaten back thousands of feet, there is no external injury on his body, and even this punch is not broken even by his knife.

The monks nearby looked at the scene in amazement, subconsciously swallowed a saliva, able to withstand Baxia Zikun's punch. Such a record is already very impressive. How many such geniuses can there be in the Qinglong Continent?

"It's just one punch, he will definitely not be able to resist the second punch of Baxia Zi Kun!"

Qiu Feng murmured to himself.

Wang Wu glared at him.

"This knife..."

Baxia Zikun's eyes fell on Ning Qi's dragon-slaying sword, and he faintly felt a very restrained breath from it.

"Is it specially created for our dragon clan?"

A murderous intent flashed in Baxia Zikun's eyes. He looked at Ning Qi lightly: "Are you ready to take my second punch?"
Chapter completed!