The Second Thousand and Ninety-Eight Chapters Admit the Wrong Person

The so-called No. 1 beauty is very ordinary in Ning Qi's eyes, but the fierceness on her face is a little less. If it is placed in the Central Continent, it can be regarded as upper-middle class at most.

The Third Prince Ming likes snakes, so he is naturally not interested in this first beauty, so he just swept the food on the table very bored, ignoring the glaring eyes of the monks at the same table.

"Immortal Emperor Beixuan, the standards for beauties in the Underworld are somewhat different from those in the Central Continent..."

Meng Tianshu said through voice transmission, with a hint of sarcasm hanging from the corner of his mouth, before, he must also think that Bingli Moye is the number one beauty.

"No wonder so many monks looked at us along the way. In their eyes, we are considered the most handsome guy, right?"

Ning Qi smiled.

When Meng Tianshu heard the words, a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes. The more relaxed Ning Qi looked, the more confident he was in his heart. The heart that was a little nervous because he was about to meet King Juanluo gradually relaxed.

Bingli Moye had a haughty smile on her face, and her beautiful eyes looked around. Originally, she wanted to go directly to the front table. As her identity, it would be no problem to sit at the same table with King Juanluo, but when she When he saw the three of Ning Qi, his expression changed slightly, and then he walked towards the three of Ning Qi under the surprised eyes of everyone.

"Come on! The Ice Demon is coming towards us!"

The underworld monks who were at the same table with Ning Qi looked at each other excitedly, and then looked at Bingli Moye with fiery eyes.

At the same time, their hearts were beating, why did Bingli Moye come towards them? Could it be that she fell in love with one of them?

Thinking of this, the blood of these underworld monks suddenly boiled, and they stood up excitedly.

"My lord looks so familiar, have we met before?"

Bingli Moye looked at Ning Qi with a smile.

Seeing this, the monks who were sitting at the same table with Ning Qi immediately turned down their faces, and stared at Ning Qi. The nearby monks of the underworld also showed a hint of jealousy. At this scene, they looked at each other, and then walked towards Ning Qi and others with a gloomy face.

"Are you familiar? The girl recognized the wrong person. This is my first time here."

Ning Qi smiled.

"Is it?"

A look of suspicion flashed in Bingli Moye's eyes. At this time, those Juanluo clan talents had already walked in front of Ning Qi and others.

"Miss Bingli, long time no see."

Tianjiao of the Juanluo tribe who walked in the first place exuded the aura of the early stage of the Nether Realm. Among the thousands of underworld monks present, his cultivation level was already considered to be a leader. Most of the underworld monks were only about the same level as Meng Tianshu, or It is equivalent to the creator of six or seven kalpas, or the creator of seven or eight kalpas.

"Young Master Haiyang, it's been a long time since I saw you. How is King Juanluo doing recently?"

Bingli Moye turned to look at the proud Juanluo clan, with a bright smile on his face.

Haiyang Juanluo smiled and nodded, "Father is still in good health." After saying that, his eyes fell on Ning Qi, and then at Meng Tianshu and the Third Prince Ming, feeling ashamed in his heart. How did she look so good-looking? Thinking of this, a stern look flashed in Haiyang Juanluo's eyes, and he said with a half-smile, "Miss Bingli, do you have an acquaintance here? I don't know who it is, let me introduce you."

"It seems that I recognized the wrong person, Mr. Haiyang, let's sit over there."

Bingli Moye glanced at Ning Qi again, then smiled and said.

"Have you admitted the wrong person? That's fine."

Haiyang Juanluo smiled slightly, cast a condescending glance at the three of Ning Qi, and let out a cold snort of disdain in his heart, no matter how good-looking the skin is, can't he just sit in this corner to attend his father's birthday?

Soon, Bingli Moye arrived at the table beside Haiyang Juanluo.

The underworld monks sitting next to Ning Qi and the other three suddenly started whispering, and looked at Ning Qi from time to time. After about an hour or so, several groups of powerful underworld monks arrived. Their seats were also very close to the front. The seats here are basically full, and when the front seats are also full, the door to this place will be slowly closed.

Boom! Boom!

The ground began to vibrate slightly, and everyone turned their gazes to the same place. After a while, a gigantic figure, surrounded by a large group of maidservants, appeared in front of everyone. The underworld monk who is ten feet long has layers of fat on his face. Every time he takes a step, the ground will shake. The blood in his body is so thick that it is almost comparable to the average human-devil mid-stage monk. This shows that this People must have practiced some kind of special body training method!

When Meng Tianshu saw this figure, a stern light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"It's him?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"It's him, King Juluo!"

Meng Tianshu gritted his teeth, with hatred in his eyes, thinking that the huge underworld empire was destroyed by King Juanluo back then, and all the people related to him basically died at the hands of King Juanluo, Meng Tianshu wished he could personally kill King Juanluo , but unfortunately, compared with King Juanluo, his cultivation is far behind.

King Juanluo sat down on his own huge throne, his mung bean-sized eyes gleamed with coldness, and he glanced at everyone present.

Seeing this, everyone quickly got up to congratulate.

"Father, this is a gift from the child, I hope you like it."

Haiyang Juanluo and the others stood up one after another, took out their own gifts, and displayed each of them in front of everyone, making many monks from the underworld gasp in unison. If any one of them falls into their hands , are enough to change their fate!

Afterwards, the grandsons of King Juanluo offered gifts for the whole generation, and then the masters or representatives of the major powers attached to King Juanluo, most of them had a marriage relationship with King Juanluo.

After receiving these gifts, King Juanluo's complexion gradually became better, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for coming to my birthday today. I have heard it, and today I will put down a word here, no matter who wants to deal with me, King Juanluo secretly, he will end up with death. With today's identity and status, these are all bought by me with blood, no one can use some small tricks to replace me, you understand?"

When everyone heard the words, they looked at each other, and then responded in unison with weird expressions, and a smile suddenly appeared on King Juanluo's face.

At this time, it was finally the turn of other underworld monks to offer gifts. These monks have limited cultivation, and the gifts will not be too precious. King Juanluo just nodded copingly. Soon, it was the turn of the three of Ning Qi...