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Chapter 2048: 2048

Ximen Junmeng bit her beautiful red lips.

The tribute gift worth six billion immortal stones is actually not that small, but against the backdrop of Zichuan Immortal Kingdom, it looks dull and very stingy.

It would be even worse if the Huoji Immortal Lord was displeased because of these tributes.

It's not like there has never been a precedent that someone who didn't get Zhu's approval and was not qualified to participate in the Immortal Society has never happened before.

Chu Yuan's expression also changed. When he first saw the butler, he was approachable. Who would have thought that compared with other butlers, this person was even more difficult to get along with. He would fall out with him at any time.

He quickly bowed and said: "It is true that the Danding Immortal Kingdom was not well prepared this time, but its respect for the Jedi immortals can be learned from heaven and earth. How can you dare to offend in the slightest? After the Immortal Dao Conference is over, the little immortal will definitely bear it.

I will give you a generous gift, apologize to Mr. Hou, and give him a few kind words."

Seeing that the Sword Immortal Chu Yuan, whom he respected very much, was forced to be so humble and humble, Sun Ning frowned and felt a trace of displeasure in his heart.

This Jedi Saint King's palace is full of airs and arrogance from top to bottom!

Butler Hou's expression softened a little, and he waved his hand and said: "That's all, I won't embarrass you. You should try your best to speak for the Danding Immortal Kingdom, don't worry!"

"Thank you, Mr. Hou..."

Chu Yuan and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a cold look in Sun Ning's eyes. It was obvious that this amiable-looking old housekeeper had such an excuse just to blackmail the Alchemy Immortal Kingdom one more time.

At this moment, I suddenly saw a figure flying towards me from the sky. It was a young master in black clothes. His face was pale and his eyes were dull. If you look closely, you can see that there was a clear line of blood on his hands and wrists.

Surprisingly, it was Mr. Wenhua who was seriously injured by Sun Ning two hours ago.

He has reached the level of Xuanxian, and his immortal body is so powerful that even if his limbs were severed, he will still grow back. However, it will take at least a month to fully recover.

Young Master Wenhua saw Sun Ning at a glance, and his eyes almost burst out with flames!

However, he did not attack immediately, but quickly came to Butler Hou, bowed respectfully, and said: "Grandpa Hou, have you come to receive the tribute in person?"

Butler Hou nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Yes, you are on duty at the Divine Guards Department, the Immortal Association is about to be held, and the Immortal City is patrolling all the time, so how can you have time to return to the mansion?"

This Young Master Wenhua is the direct grandson of Huoji Immortal Lord, so he will be more polite in his words.

However, Huoji Immortal Lord has more than a hundred sons and even more grandsons, more than 900. Young Master Wenhua's father has mediocre qualifications and is not taken seriously. As his grandson, he is undoubtedly one step further.

None of the qualifications.

Even his job is just a small captain in the Divine Guard Division.

Although Young Master Wenhua is the grandson of Huoji Immortal Lord, he still has to be respectful in front of the chief steward, who is a powerful figure in the mansion.

"Not that little bastard!"

Young Master Wenhua pointed at Sun Ning and said with blazing eyes: "It's him who cut off my limbs and slapped my face. It's so unreasonable! Grandpa Hou, it doesn't matter if I was injured, but I, the Jedi Holy Prince's Mansion,

But you can’t afford to lose this person! If you, the little bastard, take action against me, you will take action against my Jedi Saint King’s Mansion!”

"Kill him! Must kill him!"

At this point, Mr. Wenhua roared.

Chu Yuan and Ximen Junmeng's expressions changed greatly. They looked at Mr. Wenhua in horror, and then at Sun Ning. Their scalps felt numb and they couldn't help but sweat all over their bodies!

Mr. Wenhua, who was seriously injured by Sun Ning, turned out to be from the Jedi Holy King's Palace!

This is also Young Master Wenhua, who is really a dispensable role in the palace. Otherwise, with Chu Yuan's understanding of the people in the palace, how could he not recognize him?

"Ha ha……"

Prince Beichuan finally couldn't help his surprise, and laughed out loud with schadenfreude. Then he realized that something was wrong, and quickly held it back, adding fuel to the fire and saying: "What a villain! You dare to hurt the people of the Jedi Holy King's Palace, you are really

You are a coward and don’t know what is good or bad!”

Immortal Lord Zichuan snorted coldly, his face full of color.

Before betting hundreds of billions, the Danding Immortal Kingdom actually injured someone in the palace. It was really asking for death. Not to mention getting a letter of recommendation and being able to save one's life and leave the palace, it was considered a high price.

God is really helping me!

Butler Hou's face was already gloomy.

His cold gaze fell on Sun Ning and asked coldly: "Did you hurt the Immortal Lord's direct grandson?"

Sun Ning walked out slowly and asked quietly: "So what?"

"How brave you are, why don't you kneel down!"

Butler Hou scolded angrily, his face full of anger.

He had noticed Sun Ning a long time ago. Among the people present, which one faced him not respectfully but submissively? This boy was the only one whose face was always calm and showed no respect at all, which made him very dissatisfied.

"Young Master Wenhua secretly raised a group of immortal thieves who did not care about life or death. They grabbed my head, and then they became grudges against me. Could it be that behind such a dirty business, there is also the shadow of the Jedi Holy King's Palace?"

Sun Ning smiled faintly, but his eyes fell on Mr. Wenhua. There was a cold light in his eyes, and he sighed softly: "I said before I hurt you that if you offend me again, I will kill you. It seems that you are not

Didn’t listen.”

Mr. Wenhua's face was distorted and he roared angrily: "Damn stinky pigs and dogs, how dare you be so arrogant when you arrive at the palace of my Jedi Saint King? I really don't know how to write the word "death"!"

"Since you don't have a long memory, then give me your life!"

After Sun Ning finished speaking slowly, he suddenly put his fingers together, raised them sharply, and slashed at Mr. Wenhua from a distance.

Bah!

In an instant, a clear explosion sounded in the sky, as if the sky was being torn apart.

The next moment, a golden sword energy several feet long, like a golden rainbow, struck at Master Wenhua's head. In the void, there was a golden thread several thousand feet long, as if the sword energy was being pulled infinitely.

The long reflection seemed to be crushed down with the power of heaven and earth.

"You evildoer, you dare to fight in the palace of the Jedi Saint King!" Steward Hou scolded angrily and smacked him with his palm.

"Go away!"

Sun Ning sneered, punched lightly, and there was another roar all around, and a powerful punch, shaped like a big dragon, roared towards Butler Hou.

Butler Hou is a half-step golden immortal. He is very confident in his own cultivation. He originally thought that this palm, even if he could not kill him on the spot, would be able to severely damage him.

But when Sun Ning punched out, Butler Hou immediately felt the terrible pressure. At that time, his complexion changed drastically, and he rose into the sky like a top, and flew ten feet into the air with difficulty. Only then could he barely avoid the punch.

The violent fist force suddenly hit the arch, and this large palace that stretched over a thousand feet was instantly reduced to rubble, collapsed, and white dust flew into the air.

And Sun Ning's sword struck Master Wenhua firmly in the head!

Wow!

Mr. Wenhua was first split in half from the head, and then the two halves of his body were directly turned into fly ash, blended directly into the dust, and disappeared without a trace.

Not even his soul could escape, and was crushed into nothingness on the spot! 97 (To be continued)


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