"Shengzi Ling, do you want to break the rules of our Immortal Sect like your father??"

The clone's fierce flames surged into the sky, and he laughed loudly after hearing this, "What I broke is your rules!"

"You stinky old man who kills all nine tribes, how dare you block my way? Get out of my way!"

As he spoke, the clone did not continue to rush forward. Instead, he turned around and flew in another direction!

"Wow! Brave madman! You are the Holy Son, how dare you scold my nine tribes like this??"

"I will definitely not spare you today!!"

Mo Wenyuan was so angry that he waved his magic whip and immediately went after him!

A moment later, the real Jiang Ning ran out from behind the mountain peak.

"Damn old man, why do you want to fight me? Humph!"

"Xiantian City, I'm here!"

Jiang Ning quickly headed down the mountain. This time, there was no one blocking the way!

only.

Just as they reached the foot of the mountain, a huge figure was walking leisurely up the mountain from Xiantian City towards Xianqing Sect.

"Sandstorm ancient dragon?" Jiang Ning was stunned for a moment. This dragon was obviously the one on the 60th floor of the Immortal Pagoda.

Sandstorm Cologne who is well versed in the ways of the world!

Why is it here? Shouldn't it be in the tower?

At the same time, Sandstorm Cologne, who was leisurely walking up the mountain opposite, was also stunned.

Whose disciple is this, sneaking down the mountain late at night?

According to the Xianqing Sect's decree, disciples are not allowed to go down the mountain and run around after nightfall!

Of course, he Sandstorm Ancient Dragon also came out to run around...

Quan pretended not to have seen it!

Sandstorm Ancient Dragon continues to move forward.

Seeing that Sandstorm Cologne ignored him, Jiang Ning continued to set off and headed down the mountain.
Chapter completed!