Chapter 839 Am I Late?

"Are you talking to me?"

Xiao Liu frowned.

"if not?"

Su Aori sneered.

"What qualifications do you have to talk to me? Play while playing."

Xiao Liu rolled his eyes, turned around and left.

Su Aori was furious immediately, he glanced at the sky, a sneer appeared on his face, the time is coming, if Ning Qi doesn't come out, he will be punished by God!

Thinking of this, Su Aori left the yard directly. On this mountain range, there are dense figures everywhere. Su Aori made a little calculation in his mind, including the outer disciples, inner disciples, true disciples, and experts from all sides who came to watch the battle. , It is estimated that there are millions of people!

According to their identities, the people were divided into groups. For example, a dozen or so holy kings came this time and were chatting with Su Lingfeng in the void above them. No one else dared to fly higher than them.

Su Aori saw the location of Ma Minrong and other holy sons of the Holy Land of the Qing Emperor at a glance, and flew over with a smile.

"Su Aori, my elder brother is coming soon, where is Ning Beixuan?"

Ma Minrong looked at Su Aori and said coldly.

Because he misjudged Ning Qi's strength before, which made him embarrassing in public, he was still a little dissatisfied with Su Ao Ri in his heart!

Swish, swish, all the holy sons and daughters looked at Su Ao Ri.

Su Aori sneered, cupped his hands towards the crowd and said: "I have already checked, he is not in the yard, this kid is probably absconding in fear!"

Fear of absconding?

There were strange smiles on the faces of the saints and saints. They believed Su Aori's statement, not to mention Ning Qi, if they were facing the horse god, if there was no punishment, they would probably run away.

It's a pity, as soon as the Qing Emperor's Battle Monument came out, do you want to escape? Idiots talk about dreams.

"Hehe, I've never seen what Heaven's Punishment looks like. If this kid escapes, it's exactly what I want."

Ma Handong smiled lightly.

"Senior Brother Ma is right, I also want to see what Heaven's Punishment looks like."

"Me too."

All the saints and saints laughed in agreement.

Ning Beixuan escaped?

Su Aori's voice was deliberately not lowered, so apart from the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter, other true disciples, inner and outer sect disciples, and experts from all sides who came to see the excitement also heard it. The news spread to millions in an instant like a plague. People, in the end, directly changed from: Ning Beixuan suspected of running away, to: Ning Beixuan was already afraid of absconding.

At this moment, the mountains here suddenly became lively.

They all came here on purpose to watch the battle. If one of the protagonists escaped, wouldn't it be a waste of time? Many people directly cursed and cursed Ning Qi for being smashed by the punishment of heaven.

But some people were still very calm. They swept the sky, led by Fang Shengwang and Ma Shengwang, and waited quietly.

If Ning Qi really escaped, how could this group of fighting emperors stand here so safely?

"Master, is this Ning Beixuan really that Ning Beixuan?"

Behind the phalanx of inner sect disciples in Qingdi Holy Land, Ximen Longyi and three brothers stood behind Ximen Lanshan together with Ximen Kong, among them, Ximen Kong asked in a low voice suspiciously.

Ximen Lanshan has recently successfully entered the Holy Land of the Qing Emperor, becoming one of the 100,000 inner disciples. He believes that with his aptitude, he will be promoted to a true disciple in a short time, and finally, he will become a member of hundreds of disciples. One of them has reached the pinnacle of his life!

However, since hearing about Ma Shenji and Ning Qi, Ximen Lanshan has been in a bad mood for the past few days. He came here specially to see if the two Ning Beixuan were the same person, but Ning Qi But he didn't come out of the door, which made his intention come to nothing. He could only stand here with everyone and wait anxiously.

"It can't be the same person. I admit that Ning Beixuan is very strong, but he is definitely not strong enough to suppress five fighting saints at the same time. They should have the same name and surname."

Ximen Lanshan said lightly.

"Huh~ that's good."

Ximenkong heaved a sigh of relief.

As long as he thinks of the scene of being suppressed by Ning Qi before, he will wake up from his sleep, looking forward to the day when he can take revenge with his own hands and return to Ning Qi the humiliation that Ning Qi bestowed on him, but if Ning Qi has really grown To the point where he can suppress the five fighting saints, I'm afraid his expectations will come to nothing, and he will not even think about revenge in this life, Ximenkong naturally doesn't want to see this scene.

Ximen Longyi and the others had the same thoughts as him, and after hearing Ximen Lanshan's words, the three of them also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, the horse god cum is here!"

"It's him!"

"The two beside him are..."

"It's Jiang Huai and Li Xueyin, the other two of the Three Great Sons!"

"Unexpectedly, they also came. The three holy sons gathered together. We didn't come in vain this time."

"Li Xueyin is just like the rumors. She is so beautiful! I don't know who will marry this girl in the future. She has accumulated ten lifetimes of virtue!"

Everyone watched with envy, admiration, and admiration that the three came through the air. Beside Ma Shenji, a young man and a woman followed. The young man had a cynical smile on his face, while the woman had a frosty face. Yuan Sheng and Fang Qinyang bowed their hands in front of the crowd.

"Okay, okay, Jiang Huai, your cultivation has improved, and you can become an emperor in the future."

Before Ma Yuansheng could speak, Fang Qinyang took the lead in praising him, as if he had become the leader of the holy king here, as he had the most seniority.

"Where is it, Fang Shengwang praised it absurdly."

Jiang Huai laughed, and then he glanced at the people below, and asked with some doubts: "What? Is that Ning Beixuan still out?"

"What a big shelf."

Li Xueyin said coldly.

Ma Shenji smiled slightly, and looked at the sky indifferently, "According to the agreed time, there is still a stick of incense. If he doesn't come out, we can see what the punishment of heaven looks like."

As he spoke, he looked at Su Lingfeng, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Su Lingfeng seemed to feel his provocation, nodded with a light smile, and began to talk with Ma Yuansheng, but deep in his eyes, there was a flash of anxiety that no one could detect.

Ma Minrong looked enviously at the Ma Shenji standing side by side with the great saint kings and talking eloquently.

Not only him, but all the Holy Sons were secretly envious and jealous in their hearts. Except for the three Holy Sons in Qingdi Holy Land, the rest of the Holy Sons were not qualified to stand with the Holy King.

"Is it time? Did Ning Beixuan really escape?"

Ma Handong suddenly sneered.

These words were like igniting the fuse of a firecracker, and the place suddenly buzzed with ridicule and abuse. A mere rogue cultivator is even bigger than a holy king!

If this son is not afraid of absconding, is it possible to pinch him out?

"Well, it looks like he doesn't dare to come out."

Jiang Huai said with a half-smile.

"Ling Feng, you missed your mark this time."

Ma Yuansheng smiled lightly.

Fang Qinyang sneered, "I wasted a monument to the Qing Emperor."

At this moment, the gate of the yard opened suddenly, and a figure came out slowly. He glanced at the million monks here, and smiled lightly: "Am I late?"