Xia Tian stared at Nie Zixiong, his eyes even more surprised. What is going on? Why does it seem to him that this Nie Zixiong only has the cultivation level of the middle stage of the Golden Core?
Could it be that Nangong Yan actually died at the hands of Nie Zixiong?
When Xia Tian stared at Nie Zixiong, Nie Zixiong's eyes fell on Ji Qingying. Obviously, he paid more attention to Ji Qingying instead of Xia Tian. He even didn't know Xia Xia at all.
"It really surprises me to see Senior Sister Ji here." Nie Zixiong finally spoke, with a calm tone. He said he was surprised, but there was no surprise in his tone.
"I remember you, you are that Nie Zixiong!" Ji Qingying said with an innocent smile.
Nie Zixiong frowned slightly. The Ji Qingying in front of him seemed completely different from the Ji Qingying he knew. The Ji Qingying he knew was proud and indifferent, and she would never have such an innocent smile on her face.
"Senior Sister Ji is joking. We have been in the same class for ten years, so of course you will remember me." Nie Zixiong said lightly.
"Ten years in the same family?" Ji Qingying tilted her head, thinking for a moment, then turned to look at Xia Tian, "Husband, what did he say?"
"He said he has known you for ten years." Xia Tian explained casually, but still stared at Nie Zixiong, not daring to relax at all.
"Husband?" When Nie Zixiong heard this title, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes unconsciously, and then he finally turned his attention to Xia Tian, "It seems that I have underestimated you."
"I heard that you killed that ugly woman Nangong Yan?" Xia Tian suddenly asked.
Nie Zixiong did not answer Xia Tian's question. He just stared at Xia Xia. After a few seconds, he suddenly said in surprise: "Middle stage of Nascent Soul? Are you asking Tianjun?"
Before Xia Tian could answer, Nie Zixiong immediately shook his head: "No, you're not asking Tianjun, who are you? In my impression, there is no one like you in the Piaomiao Immortal Sect."
"Ask Tianjun?" Xia Tian was surprised, "Who is Asking Tianjun?"
"This name is very familiar!" Ji Qingying suddenly added, "Let me think about it, ah, I remembered it, Wentianjun is the master!"
Master?
Xia Tian's expression changed. Isn't Ji Qingying's master the master of the Immortal Sister, the master of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect?
Ji Qingying spoke again at this time. She looked at Nie Zixiong and her voice was clear and moving: "You are so stupid. Xia Tian is my husband, how can he be the master?"
"Your name is Xia Tian?" Nie Zixiong looked at Xia Tian and asked lightly.
"That's right, I am Xia Tian, the summer of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the best sky in the world." Xia Tian replied unhurriedly, and then asked again, "Are you looking for Tianjun?"
Xia Tian's words are not without purpose. No matter who this Nie Zixiong is, if he is really looking for Wentian Jun, it means a very scary conclusion, that is to say, Wentian Jun may be here!
Otherwise, if Nie Zixiong wants to find Tianjun, he should go to Xianyun Continent to find him. Why should he search in this world?
"You don't know Wentianjun." Nie Zixiong looked at Xia Tian, his tone was still calm, "Everyone in Xianyun Continent knows Wentianjun, and no one in Piaomiao Xianmen dares to disrespect Wentianjun. Obviously, not only are you not Piaomiao,
A disciple of the Immortal Sect is not even from the Immortal Cloud Continent, that is to say, you are a person from the world we live in now, but how could you have cultivated to the middle stage of Nascent Soul at a young age in this world?"
"Hey, you seem to have no respect for Wentian Lord, right?" Xia Tian asked back: "You mean, you are not a disciple of Piaomiao Xianmen?"
"You are not qualified to ask me questions!" Nie Zixiong's tone suddenly turned cold, and two cold gleams shot out from his eyes, "The monks here are almost extinct, but you can cultivate to the middle stage of Nascent Soul. You must have another chance. Let me ask you, are you
Do you know Yue Qingya or Ye Yumei?"
"I don't know." Xia Tian felt very unhappy, but at this moment he did not get angry immediately, because this Nie Zixiong gave him a very strange feeling, and even Nangong Yan, who was slightly higher than him, died because of Nie Zixiong.
In his hands, he still carries a burden like Ji Qingying. If I try to get angry, he won't even be sure of escaping unscathed.
The bigger problem is that he can't see how high Nie Zixiong's cultivation level is. He clearly looks like he is only in the middle stage of Golden Core, but in fact he is definitely not in the middle stage of Golden Core. The weirdness in this makes Xia Tian dare not talk to him right away.
Nie Zixiong fell out.
But the most fundamental reason is that Xia Tian actually wants to get some information from Nie Zixiong. As the saying goes, knowing oneself and the enemy can lead to a hundred battles. If he can find out Nie Zixiong's true strength and his purpose, maybe he will know how to deal with it.
"Really?" Nie Zixiong snorted coldly, "Then I would like to know how you achieved this level of cultivation!"
"Have you never heard of Ji's secret technique?" Xia Tian asked back calmly.
"Ji's secret technique?" Nie Zixiong's face changed slightly. He turned to Ji Qingying again and stared at it for a few seconds, but his face changed again, "Senior Sister Ji, I really didn't expect that you could make such a big sacrifice for a man, and you actually used Ji Qingying.
His secret technique has passed all your skills to such a man? No wonder you are no different from a monk in the Qi training period!"
"What are you talking about?" Ji Qingying pouted, "Why do I seem to understand, but then I don't understand anything?"
"It's nothing, let's go back to the room and go to sleep." Xia Tian held Ji Qingying's waist and said lightly, then turned around and wanted to leave.
"Did I tell you to leave?" A cold voice came from behind, and it was naturally Nie Zixiong.
Xia Tian finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and scolded: "Are you an idiot? Whether I leave or not is none of your business!"
While speaking, Xia Tian also moved, taking a step forward and shrinking to an inch!
Xia Tian decided not to do anything that he was not sure about for the time being, so he scolded people, but at the same time, he also started to run away. When he thought about it, he might not be able to defeat this guy named Nie Zixiong, but it would be okay to run away, right?
"I don't know whether to live or die!" Nie Zixiong snorted coldly and pinched Xia Tian's throat with one hand.
Seeing Nie Zixiong's actions, Xia Tian was sure that Nangong Yan had indeed died in Nie Zixiong's hands. This bastard obviously liked to crush other people's throats!
This thought flashed through his mind instantly, but Xia Tian's movements did not stop. One of his feet had already been taken out, but in the next second, his whole body broke out in a cold sweat, because he found that he could not move at all. This shrinking ground
Naturally, it is impossible to use the Cheng Cun's body technique at all!
A powerful force surged from all directions, but this force was not true energy, but seemed to be a strange spiritual force. His body did not feel any oppression, but mentally, he was suffering
There was an unmatched pressure, it was this huge mental pressure that suppressed him, suppressed his spirit, and then made his body unable to move!
At this moment, Xia Tian suddenly understood that he was not wrong. Nie Zixiong was indeed in the middle stage of the Golden Core. However, Nie Zixiong also had an extremely powerful spiritual power. It was this spiritual power that made him
He killed Nangong Yan, and now, he is on the verge of death because of this spiritual power!
In the blink of an eye, Nie Zixiong's palm was almost touching Xia Tian's throat, and Xia Tian tried very hard to resist the mental pressure, but it still had no effect.
"Ah..." A scream suddenly rang out, but it came from Ji Qingying's mouth, "Don't kill my husband!"
Along with this scream, Xia Tian suddenly discovered that the powerful mental power that suppressed him suddenly had an abnormal fluctuation, and it was this fluctuation that brought him a great opportunity, because this
In an instant, he was suddenly able to move!
With both hands in his arms, he threw out dozens of silver needles with one hand, and dozens of powders with the other hand. At the same time, he concentrated his energy on both palms and slapped Nie Zixiong at the fastest speed and with the greatest strength.
!
No matter how strong Nie Zixiong's mental power is, he must rely on the existence of his physical body to cast it, and his physical body is only at the middle stage of Jindan. As long as his physical body is destroyed, his mental power will also lose its survival.
In this place, he was still bound to die. This was Xia Tian's idea. He did not choose to escape because he knew it would be difficult to escape. It was better to take a gamble and kill Nie Zixiong with a full blow!
However, at this moment, Nie Zixiong suddenly disappeared. As a result, Xia Tian's full blow immediately lost its target and failed in an instant.
The next second, Xia Tian once again felt that extremely powerful mental force coming back. This time, the mental force was even stronger, making him completely unable to move again. At almost the same time, Nie Zixiong appeared in his sight again.
, and Nie Zixiong's palm pinched Xia Tian's throat again!
"Nie Zixiong, get out of here right away!" A cold shout suddenly sounded, "Otherwise, I will kill all nine of your tribes!"
Nie Zixiong's attack came to an abrupt end. He suddenly turned around and looked at Ji Qingying with a surprised look on his face.
The unusually powerful mental power disappeared completely. Xia Tian immediately regained his ability to move. However, this time he did not immediately attack Nie Zixiong. Instead, like Nie Zixiong, he looked at Ji Qingying, and his face also showed surprise.
look.
The cold shout just now was the voice of Ji Qingying, but it didn't seem to be Ji Qingying's voice. To be more specific, that voice was the voice of the unusually cold and arrogant Ji Qingying before, not the innocent and naive Ji Qingying after amnesia.
However, when he looked at Ji Qingying, he found that the Ji Qingying in front of him was still the innocent Ji Qingying. She could not feel the slightest coldness and arrogance in her body. Her eyes were still full of curiosity. Of course, there was also a hint of panic at this moment.
"I see." Nie Zixiong looked at Ji Qingying and suddenly seemed to understand, "You are actually Ji Qingying..."