"Look, Hua Xiri and he really know each other!"

"Wait a minute, something seems wrong. Have you noticed that there is something wrong with Hua Xiri's expression?"

"Hey, that's quite a bit!"

"Sister, it's him!"

Among the Miaoli people, several women looked at Ning Qi in shock.

They met Ning Qi once at the gate of Yunqi City. The woman they spoke to once mocked Ning Qi for being a pervert who didn't even wear any clothes.

"Well, it's him. It seems he is not as simple as he appears."

A woman in purple said calmly.

"Son of God, is this person the person you mentioned before!?"

Li Dongshui had a ferocious smile on his face, glanced at Ning Qi, and asked Hua Xiri.

Hua Xiri nodded slowly.

The next moment, Li Dongshui was already roaring towards Ning Qi: "Come on, accept your fate, let me see how strong a peak fighting spirit like you is!"

His knife was full of fighting spirit, and with a strong gust of wind, he slashed towards Ning Qi's neck.

A nine-star fighting king and a peak fighting spirit.

Everyone seemed to have seen Ning Qi's fate.

That is the separation of corpses.

Hua Xi Ri had no time to stop him, his expression changed slightly, but then a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, so Li Dongshui took the lead to test it out.

He has always been worried about the battle with Ning Qi. He wanted to see where Ning Qi was strong!

"There is indeed something wrong with this kid!"

Situ Yi frowned slightly.

Although he wanted to help, Li Dongshui made too many moves and was far away from them, so Situ Yi had no time to take action.

The hundreds of fighting kings present all had doubts in their hearts.

Why would Li Dongshui attack a peak fighting spirit with all his strength?

This kind of existence can be solved by any one-star fighting king, right?

What Li Dongshui did was killing a chicken with a bull's-eye.

On the battleship.

Many deacons and elders felt that Ning Qi was dead.

"Wuhu, weren't you wrong before? Now Li Dongshui is less than ten feet away from this boy. He hasn't made a move yet. He looks stunned."

"Shocked?" Wu Hu smiled slightly: "Just watch."

"How could the Son of God be defeated by such a waste? Hahaha, as long as I kill him today, I can prove that I am stronger than the Son of God!"

Li Dongshui's eyes glowed like a wolf, and a proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Go! Die! Go!"

At this time, his knife was less than a foot away from Ning Qi's neck.

Ning Qi could feel the sharp breath coming from the blade.

Just when everyone thought Ning Qi was bound to die.

Ning Qi took out the knife.

The speed is so fast that it is hard to catch.

"Five Tigers Cutting Door Knife!"

"The ice dragon roars!"

roar!

A terrifying aura came from the dragon-slaying sword, and the snow dragon beads on the handle emitted a faint white fluorescence. At the same time, everyone instantly felt that the temperature around them had dropped a lot, and a biting chill suddenly arose.

A look of surprise flashed in Li Dongshui's eyes. He obviously found that his movements were restricted by the cold. The knife that was originally very smooth was stalled midway.

Immediately afterwards, a huge, terrifying ice dragon with fangs and claws appeared in front of him, carrying a cold chill.

"What kind of sword technique is this!"

Li Dongshui had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he was still extremely confident in himself. Even if he couldn't kill Ning Qi with one move, at most the two sides would be tied.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

boom--

Li Dongshui howled miserably and flew backwards. The low-grade fighting weapon in his hand was directly turned into pieces, and then was frozen into ice shards by the cold and fell to the ground.

Li Dongshui himself was even more embarrassed. His hair, eyebrows, and lips were covered with white frost, which fell heavily on Hua Wushang's feet.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the white frost on Li Dongshui's face was instantly dyed red with blood. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled bitterly at Hua Wushang: "Son of God, he is really strong..."

After saying that, he fainted.

Everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

What happened? A nine-star fighting king was defeated by a peak fighting spirit with one sword!?

Could it be that this boy has hidden his cultivation level, and his real cultivation level is that he is the same as Hua Wushang and others, a peak fighting king?

Most people only believe this explanation. They don't believe that Ning Qi is fighting over the top!

After all, in their many years, they have already formed a common sense that it is okay to fight at higher levels, but the second, third, and fifth levels are the most.

For those who are above the tenth level, let alone see them, even if they hear them, they have never heard of them!!!

Only those fighting kings who are from the Kyushu Empire or are well-informed have ever heard of the three major dragon clans, the nine top families, the thirty-six top sects, and the Kyushu Empire that is similar to them.

Terrible genius.

"Okay, so strong..."

The woman in purple murmured in shock, and her junior sisters looked at Ning Qi with eyes full of fear.

Such powerful masters, they actually once mocked each other?

On the battleship.

Except for Wu Hu and the others, the other deacons and elders all had looks of horror on their faces. Suddenly, one of the deacons and elders said: "I will accept this boy!"

When the others heard this, they immediately reacted.

"You? Why!"

"I don't want anyone else, I just want this son!"

"That won't work. I also like him. If he trains him well, he will be an inner disciple for sure."

"Let me tell you guys, at least one of you came first. I have already taken a liking to him and have been observing him secretly." Wu Hu rolled his eyes.

"Am I not?" Sima Lin laughed sinisterly.

"Everyone, stop arguing. I don't have any disciples under my knees. I will accept him."

Shentu Yuanba said calmly.

Everyone immediately shut their mouths, a little unwilling to accept it, but their own cultivation was indeed far different from Shentu Yuanba. Even if he opened his mouth, there was nothing they could do.

"Elder Shentu, you see, I have been observing him since the few days before the selection meeting. Isn't it inappropriate for you to do this?"

Wuhu took courage and laughed dryly.

"One hundred mid-grade spiritual crystals."

Shentu Yuanba's tone remained calm.

The price offered is surprising.

This is equivalent to 10,000 low-grade spiritual crystals, which is more than the annual income of their ordinary deacons and elders!

"This, okay."

Wu Hu sighed and nodded. Although he lost the chance to accept Ning Qi, he got 10,000 low-grade spiritual crystals, which was considered a consolation prize.

"Elder Shentu, what about me..."

Sima Lin smiled.

"It's also a hundred pieces of middle-grade spiritual crystals."

Shen Tuyuan is domineering.

"As expected of Elder Shentu, I admire you."

Sima Lin laughed happily.
Chapter completed!