Chapter Five Hundred and Thirtieth

Zong Yin enthusiastically said to Ning: "Junior brother Ning, last time you said you had something to do and didn't have time to attend our gathering, you can't shirk this time! Come with me, they have long wanted to get to know each other like Junior Brother Ning Such an arrogance! In such a short period of time, his cultivation has broken through from the Seven Star Dou Huang to the peak Dou Huang, he is indeed Junior Brother Ning!"

Ning Qi smiled and said, "Brother Zong, I have something to deal with here."

"oh?"

When Zong Yin heard the words, he immediately looked at Mo Wenhui: "What misunderstanding is there between you and Junior Brother Ning?"

"Zong, brother Zong..."

Mo Wenhui's face was extremely ugly.

If he is determined, he can still compete with Lu Changqing, but facing Zong Yin, he can't bring up the idea of ​​competing. After all, Zong Yin is the peak fighting emperor who has entered the third level of life and death. One hand can kill him.

Bao Tu looked at Mo Wenhui sarcastically, stepped forward and told the story.

After Zong Yin finished listening, he stood aside with a smile on his face, and said to Ning Qi: "Junior Brother Ning, I will wait for you to finish the matter before we leave."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help looking at Mo Wenhui with pity.

"Who told you to be ignorant of current affairs?"

Lu Changqing looked at Mo Wenhui and said mockingly in his heart.

"Master."

Not long after Niu Dazhuang rested on the ground, his injuries had already recovered by 20-30%, and he walked to Ning Qi in good spirits. The faster you go, as long as you have one breath, you won't die!

"This is a life recovery speed that is tens or hundreds of times higher than that of ordinary people."

Ning Qi was secretly surprised.

The Life Dragon Horn he got the first time only increased the recovery speed of the life value by ten times.

Ning Qi looked at Niu Dazhuang, glanced at his attributes, and found that he had entered the peak of the true fourth-stage war god body, and it would not take long for him to break through to the true fifth stage.

This kind of cultivation speed makes Ning Qi quite envious. He is indeed a guy with the blood of the Giant Titan's remnants.

Thinking of this, Ning Qi nodded to Niu Dazhuang, then looked at Mo Wenhui: "Shall I do it myself, or you?"

"Brother Zong...I..."

Seeing that Zong Yin ignored him, Mo Wenhui stood defenseless in front of him, gritted his teeth, and shot Ning Qi directly.

"Go to hell! Inner sect disciples must not be humiliated!"

A dark purple grudge surged out of Mo Wenhui's body, like hundreds of poisonous snakes, intertwined into a net, and covered Ning Qi's head.

"Consolidation of fighting energy, this is our Yunqi Sect's earth-level middle-grade martial skill, 'Different Snake Palm'!"

"At this moment, even a small mountain will be smashed to pieces!"

"I don't know how Senior Brother Ning will resist Mo Wenhui's move."

The corner of Zong Yin's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm, and he looked at Mo Wenhui lightly, even Fang Mo was not Ning Qi's opponent, could Mo Wenhui turn the world upside down?

"Well done!"

Ning Qi laughed wildly, and slapped Mo Wenhui with his palm.

"Roar!"

A dragon chant sounded.

Six silver dragons flew out of Ning Qi's palm in an instant, destructively destroying the heaven and earth net of fighting spirit, and bombarding Mo Wenhui's body.

Mo Wenhui spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was blown hundreds of feet into the air. The outer disciples behind him hurriedly stepped aside to avoid being hit by Mo Wenhui.

"What kind of martial art is this?"

Mo Wenhui had an unbelievable expression on his face. Even if Ning Qi's cultivation was stronger than his, it shouldn't be so scary! You can't even catch the opponent's move?

Afterwards, Mo Wenhui fell heavily to the ground.

He rolled over a dozen times in embarrassment.

"This palm is hard to resist even if it is me!"

Zong Yin looked at Ning Qi blankly, and took a breath in his heart.

"I said before, you are no match for the young master."

Niu Dazhuang looked at Mo Wenhui and said in a low voice.

on the battleship.

"Ning Qi is too strong..."

Wu Hu looked a little terrified, he replaced himself with Mo Wenhui in his heart, stood in front of Ning Qi, and the final result of the rehearsal turned out to be a 50-50 split?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at Xia Bing. At this moment, Xia Bing also showed a look of shock on his face.

Ning Qi walked slowly to Mo Wenhui's side, looking down at him.

"Ning Qi, we have a little misunderstanding about this matter..."

Mo Wenhui showed a sneer, ready to beg for mercy.

In his opinion, since he confessed to Ning Qi as an inner disciple, Ning Qi shouldn't take his legs anymore, right?

"I wanted to cut off your legs, but for the sake of your repentance now..."

Ning Qi looked at Mo Wenhui and said with a faint smile.

Hearing this, Mo Wenhui felt a little joy in his heart. As long as he escapes this time today, he will have a chance to regain the dignity he lost today in Ning Qi sooner or later.

Click!

There was a crisp sound from his leg, followed by a piercing pain.

Click! Another sound.

Mo Wenhui stared at his broken legs with tearing eyes, suppressed the anger in his heart, and did not dare to look at Ning Qi, for fear that Ning Qi would see the hatred in his eyes.

Ning Qi glanced at Mo Wenhui with some disappointment, then turned and walked towards Zongyin: "Brother, if you don't mind, go and sit in my yard."

"It's... alright."

Zong Yin nodded. He suddenly didn't want to introduce Ning Qi to those people. With such an existence, he must firmly establish a good relationship with him!

"Boss, you are really amazing."

Duan Yingjun walked over with his pig's head on his head, looking triumphant, and looked very unworthy of beating, but after this time, I am afraid that among the outer disciples, no one would dare to provoke Duan Yingjun again. After all, Ning Qi is such a protective person, For the sake of the servants around him, he was able to break the legs of inner disciples.

Apart from him, there is no other Yun Qizong, right?

After Ning Qi and the others left, Bao Tu walked up to Mo Wenhui, with a hint of pity in his eyes. What Mo Wenhui lost today was not his two legs, but his dignity, his reputation, a majestic inner disciple , In front of so many outer disciples, it is too shameful to be defeated by Ning Qi with one blow.

"I advised you."

Bao Tu said lightly.

After saying that, he left without waiting for Mo Wenhui to react.

"Brother, shall we go too?"

Lu Changqing's two dog legs whispered.

Lu Changqing nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Go and accept a task, we don't want to stay in Yunqi Sect during this time."

He was always recalling Ning Qi's palm just now, his aura was so strong, and his martial skill was probably at least above the lower rank of the heavenly rank!

………

"Let's go too."

Shentu Yuanba said with a faint smile.

"Go and sit in my courtyard."

"Also."

Wu Hu nodded with a smile.

Seeing this, Xia Bing urged the warship to fly towards the small courtyard.

It wasn't until this moment that the outer disciples in Yunfei Square recovered from the shock. They gasped continuously, and at the same time cast their pity eyes on Mo Wenhui who was not far away.

Enduring the severe pain, Mo Wenhui urged his battle energy to break through the air and flew towards the inner door.

"Ning Qi, I remember you!"