"Thank you fellow Taoist for showing mercy!"

The old man was gray-haired, like an old man who was about to die. He must be an antique-level existence in the Holy Medical Sect. Not only was he old, he was also thick-skinned. He glared at the embarrassing Empress Pi Yi and bowed politely to Zi Que'er with cupped fists.

Thanks.

Ziqueer snorted coldly, too lazy to deal with such a cunning old guy, and turned around without even looking at him.

But he was secretly shocked in his heart, what method did this old guy use to seal his cultivation at the peak of Tianwu Realm?

"There is no need to worry. This seal is not aimed at a certain person, but seals the entire valley. As long as there are people in the valley, no one can be exempted."

He Ling'er knew a lot about battle magic seals and the like, and knew what Zi Que'er was worried about, so he said with a chuckle, completely putting Zi Que'er's mind at ease.

With the physical strength of the monster race, even if their cultivation is sealed, they still have an advantage when facing human warriors of the same realm. Of course, the premise is that there will be no freaks like Ding Ning.

The person is beautiful and the voice is even more beautiful. Just listening to the voice makes my bones go numb.

He Ling'er's voice was very special, her voice was so waxy that even Ding Ning couldn't hold back her voice. As soon as she spoke, Gui Jianchou's mind became active again, and she stared straight at He Ling'er,

His saliva was dripping all over the floor.

He Ling'er's perception is so sharp, even if his cultivation is sealed, he can't detect Gui Jianchou's salivating eyes. He frowned slightly, glared at Gui Jianchou in displeasure and cursed: "What are you looking at?

Well, I’ve never seen a beautiful woman before.”

Gui Jianchou was also deceived by lard. After knowing that everyone had been sealed, he became more courageous. He smiled lewdly and said: "I have seen a lot of beauties, but like you, you can do it just by listening to the sound."

This is my first time seeing a beautiful woman that excites me."

"You dare to molest my landlady, you are seeking death!"

Lang Dong and others are just middle and late demons who have not yet reached their peak, and are slightly inferior to Pi Yitian and others, so they did not take action even though they were full of anger before. Now they dare to take advantage of He Ling'er.

Even if it was just verbal, they, the Wolf Guards, who respected Ding Ning like a god, couldn't tolerate it. They shouted loudly and ran towards Gui Jianchou.

"Get out of the way, at the same level of cultivation, this young master is invincible."

Guijianchou saw the eight ghost kings under his command standing in front of him, and shouted at them triumphantly. He thought excitedly that it would be good to restrict his cultivation. This time, my young master can finally shine in front of the beauties.

Bang!

But the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny. Before Gui Jianchou could get out of his stance, a fist as big as a bowl quickly enlarged in front of his eyes. He screamed and was hit with stars in his eyes. He covered his bruised eyes and kept retreating.

, shouted loudly: "You are so shameless, I am not ready yet."

Lang Dong hugged his arms and sneered: "I'll wait for you to get ready and see how you can become invincible."

"Invincible in the same situation, bah, how dare you speak nonsense in front of me."

There was a clang, a clang of gold and iron, and Long Xiaotian walked out of the crowd, dragging a large sword weighing hundreds of kilograms in his hand, staring at Guijianchou with a fighting spirit and saying:

"I was practicing in seclusion some time ago. When I came out of seclusion, I heard that you were uttering arrogant words and wanted to trample Ye Duxing and I under your feet. We happened to meet you today. Let's have a fight first before talking about it."

"What? You actually said such arrogant words that you want to trample my young mistress under your feet. Damn it."

Lang Dong was angry when he heard this. Ye Alone is the wife of the handsome man, and she is the first wife to be pregnant with the handsome child. What kind of shit is this? He wants to trample on the handsome wife under his feet. This is simply worse than verbal teasing.

Mrs. He Ling'er was still hateful, how could he endure it?

Nani? Walking alone at night is

His young mistress? Everyone was confused. They didn’t know who his young master was. He could actually recruit the number one genius in the ancient martial arts world.

Fortunately, Ye Qingxuan left early, otherwise after hearing these words, I don't know if he would have become so angry that he would have stormed off and fought against Lang Dong.

While everyone was dumbfounded, Gui Jianchou finally understood what it meant to be as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning. At first, he could still feel the pain, but later he became so numb that he was punched one after another by the furious Lang Dong.

It flew into the sky, and then it didn't touch the ground for more than ten minutes. It kept rising and falling in mid-air, becoming a trapeze artist.

If He Ling'er hadn't said calmly, "A crime will not lead to death, just teach him a lesson." I'm afraid this guy would have been torn into pieces by now.

His eight loyal henchmen mustered up the courage to rush forward, hoping to let him land safely. Unfortunately, Lang Xi, Lang Nan and Lang Bei, who had been gearing up for a long time, swarmed up and beat them three to eight.

Unable to reach the north, I held my head in my hands and howled like a ghost.

The other monster warriors couldn't stand up to them at all, and they sighed with resentment on their faces, saying that they had gone too far, and that they would not even leave the dregs of their meat for them, so it would be good to let them indulge in their addiction.

The old man from the Holy Doctor Sect was so dumbfounded. He wanted to say a few words about the situation, but then he thought about it. It seems that he has been sealed now and only the Tianwu realm cultivator is left. Although with his own fighting ability

With experience and strength, it’s not a problem to defeat one of them, but what if these guys don’t follow the routine and swarm them?

It only takes three, no, two, and he might be able to beat him until he cries for his father and screams for his mother. If word of this spreads, he will really lose his face in public.

So this cunning old antique didn't say anything. While everyone's attention was attracted by Gui Jianchou, he sneakily glanced at Pi Yi, who had escaped from death, and quietly slipped back to the station.

Fortunately, Pi Yitian was still loyal. Before leaving, he drew his sword to kill all living beings and did not let him stay stupidly. Otherwise, I don't know if these violent maniacs would settle the score and clean him up.

Master Kong Ming squinted his eyes as he watched Lang Dong and others perfectly explain what the aesthetics of violence were. He clasped his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. He pulled Wu Xiang and turned back to his station in the valley.

He wanted to learn more about the origins of Lang Dong and others. With this kind of physical power and cultivation level sealed, even the disciples of Tianyin Temple who specialize in body training might not be able to please them.

The high priest stood with his hands behind his hands, with a warm smile on his face, but there was an uproar in his heart. Although the auras of these guys were very obscure and could not be seen by the human race, they could not hide it from him who was also a demon race. This made him

He was both excited and excited. Could it be that the little prince brought back a bunch of monsters when he came back from the Kunpeng world? Now there is hope for the monsters.

Jiang Wuhui was very depressed. An inattentive master-uncle actually ran away secretly. Not to mention, he thought he had broken through the Tianwu realm. Even if he could not dominate the same realm, there were not many people who could be his opponents.

, after all, sword cultivators have always been the warriors with the strongest attack power.

But now, looking at the terrifying power of Lang Dong and others, his self-confidence collapsed quickly, and he thought in frustration, it’s just that he can’t beat Pudding, grandma, now a group of monsters have popped up, it seems that he is still too weak

Yes.

What pained him the most was that the goddess he longed for had now become someone else's mistress. This made him feel so embarrassed that he hung his head in despair.

Pudding didn't know when he came over and patted him on the shoulder. Although he didn't say anything, it was still a comfort.

He was very curious about Ding Ning and didn't know why that magical young man always gave him a faint sense of intimacy.

What surprised him most

Unexpectedly, the low-pitched comments from others fell into his ears, and he knew that the Holy Medical Sect and Tianjian Villa deliberately targeted him because they mistook him for the remnant of the Holy Sword.

He was the real disciple of the Holy Sword Relic. How could someone mistake Ding Ning for him? Could it be that he had some connection with the Holy Sword Relic? This puzzled him.

The people from the clan should be arriving soon, so we really need to inquire more about them then.

Pimul's old face was already smiling, as if he had found an organization, and he was chatting and laughing with Ling Yun and others.

Initially, the girls were not too interested in him, but after hearing his story about Ding Ning's thrilling adventure when he broke into Genghis Khan's mausoleum, they quickly accepted this middle-aged uncle who was a bit old, ugly and a bit wretched.

Helena looked at Pimul, who was frothing at the mouth and eloquent, and felt sour in her heart. She ran over to him regardless of so many strange looks, but she was not welcomed at all. These women who must know where Ding Ning was actually thought of him as a human being.

He caught the air and just ignored it.

But she had seen the strength of Zique'er and Kong Lei, so she didn't dare to be dissatisfied at all. She could only shamelessly add a few words to supplement Pimul's narration from time to time. Feng Ling covered her face with laughter, Ni

Ma, this girl is so damn embarrassing.

In a dark corner, a group of Fuso warriors wearing wooden clogs and wearing samurai uniforms looked solemnly at Lang Dong and others showing off their power.

"These people are the men of Ding Ning whom Lord Sword God named to kill. I didn't expect these people to be so strong."

Among the two leading warriors, one warrior with a mole on the corner of his mouth had a worried look in his eyes and murmured to himself.

"Hmph, Yamamoto-kun, are you scared?"

The triangular-eyed warrior on the side glanced at him disdainfully and said sarcastically.

The samurai known as Yamamoto's face turned red, and he said emotionally: "Kameda-kun, we were sent to understand the strength of the Chinese warriors, so we must be realistic when reporting."

"Tch, I think you are afraid."

Kameda said contemptuously: "What are you afraid of, a bunch of sick men of East Asia? You, a cowardly coward, have not inherited the glory of your ancestors at all..."

"Shut up, stop arguing!"

Sitting in a dark corner behind these samurai, a middle-aged man in kimono suddenly shouted.

"Hi!"

Kameda and Yamamoto both bowed their waists and lowered their heads respectfully.

"Yamamoto is right. Although these sick men of East Asia are nothing to mention in front of Lord Sword God, we are only responsible for understanding the situation. There is no need to exaggerate or belittle. As long as we report it realistically, Lord Sword God will naturally weigh it.

His Excellency Jusanro Hebei will use the sword in his hand to tell these arrogant Chinese people who is the real master of the Asia-Pacific region."

The middle-aged man raised his head, licked his lips, and a strange green light flashed in his eyes, and said lightly.

"Hi!"

Yamamoto bowed slightly with an expressionless expression, but Kameda bowed deeply at 90 degrees and said flatteringly: "These Shina people are naturally vulnerable in front of the Sword God, not to mention that the entire competition scene is now restricted.

Because, I feel that in this case, there is no need for Sir Hei-sama to take action personally. The action of Mr. Miyamoto-sama's beloved son Yuichi is enough to sweep away these Chinese people."

The middle-aged man Miyamoto Hiroaki was obviously very pleased with this flattery. A proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said modestly: "Although Yuichi has received the guidance of Master Sword God and his sword skills have improved by leaps and bounds, it is still a bit difficult to sweep all the Chinese people."
Chapter completed!