947 Chapter 947 Ning Lang in Ningcheng

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A sharp horrified sound broke the silence at that moment, and the man with the injured wrist screamed and was about to flee. Almost at the same time as the man's scream, the cultivator Jindan, who was injured in both abdomen and shoulders, turned around. wanted to escape. ? ? Eight? One Chinese? w?w8w?. ?8811z?w8. ?c1o?m?

However, looking at the two figures, Feng Jiu hooked her lips: "Want to escape? It's too late." As soon as the voice fell, the red figure came out, and the two were solved almost without difficulty.

Looking at the two more motionless corpses on the ground, Duan Ye swallowed and stared at Feng Jiu with a look of admiration and admiration: "So strong..."

Yes, so strong! Much stronger than his strength!

He always thought that his skill and strength had few rivals among his peers. After all, he could kill people by leaps and bounds, but ordinary people couldn't do that. However, seeing Feng Jiu's strength and skills today, he had to admire Feng Jiu.

Really strong!

"What are you still doing? Hurry up and grab their valuables and run away!" Feng Jiu, who had already squatted down and searched for things from the corpse under her feet, turned back and shouted at Duan Ye.

"Oh, good, good." Duan Ye responded in a daze, and almost instinctively, he squatted down and swept away all the valuable things on the corpses. In the end, he took them all in front of Feng Jiu.

"Hey, it's all here, here it is for you." He held all the things to him. Although these things were worth a little money, he still despised them. What's more, he was born into a royal family and was never short of money.

Feng Jiu glanced at him and didn't say much. After taking it, she put everything in the space: "Let's go, someone will come later, hurry up." After speaking, she threw Feiyu and jumped with swallowing clouds. go up.

When Duan Ye saw it, he immediately jumped with his breath, sat on top of Fei Yu, and followed Fei Yu to carry them into the sky, after a while, he asked, "Feng Jiu, why are you so strong? That's a cultivator at the peak of Jindan, you can actually kill someone in three moves? Is your cultivation really only in Jindan?"

"Yeah! Could it be that Nascent Soul will not succeed if you are not in Jindan? As for your skills, you are all trained. Your skills are not bad. If you practice well, you will be a sharp blade in the future."

He looked at the red-clothed boy beside him, and his eyes fell on the little beast named Tunyun: "It seems to be quite powerful." Before that, he added: "However, it is still not as powerful as my flame lion. "

Xiao Tunyun glanced at him, groaned, and rested beside Feng Jiu, obviously not wanting to pay attention to his words.

After listening to his words, Feng Jiu smiled lightly, but did not speak. The breeze lifted her silk, and she narrowed her eyes comfortably, looking at the mountains and rivers, the blue sky and white clouds...

Two days later, Feng Jiu and Duan Ye came to another second-class country and found a prosperous town that was famous in this country.

"Ning Cheng?"

Duan Ye looked at the two words on the city gate, then looked at Feng Jiu beside him, and asked suspiciously, "The second person you are looking for is in this Ningcheng? What's so special about this person? Why do you have to come all the way here to find someone? Is he your friend? Or your relative?"

Feng Jiu hooked her lips and showed a smile: "He, you know him too."

Hearing this, Duan Ye's eyes flashed, and he stared at the word Ning Cheng. After a long time, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and asked slightly, "Is it Ning Lang? That money fan of the Ning family?"