The sect leader of the Sea Demon Sect is full of demons, I don't know how many people he has killed, how many sects he has messed up, Xuegong, he was a madman when he was young, how could he be on the throne if he wasn't crazy?

But in the face of this woman, he could only kneel.

Not only kneeling, but also kneeling convincingly.

He hated kneeling the most in his life, but in the face of this one, he didn't dare to show it at all.

Because, just by virtue of the three words "White Dragon King", it is enough to turn the sky upside down and suppress it heavily on the territory of the East China Sea.

The other four elders were also thoughtful and slaughtered their own artists, but they didn't dare to move in the face of this one.

In the snowstorm.

On the Black Rocks.

Xia Yuan covered his face: ......

Really.

Ning Bao is really a big man.

In fact, he had a hunch that most of the nearly 100,000 people he had killed in the past four years were not simple people...

In those four years, there were too many coincidences.

Ning Bao is actually what kind of king.

The most embarrassing thing is that you don't even know what rank this "White Dragon King" is.

It's just that looking at the appearance of the five members of the Sea Demon Sect, you understand that this must be a very high-end king.

It's the kind of king who is a person who mixes in the upper circles and understands it.

Embarrassing, embarrassing...

At this time, Ning Bao stood in front of Xia Yuan, not at all as charming and spring-like as before, and the aura of the cold superior exuded terrifyingly.

Her voice was like an edict: "Go back." ”

The Sect Master of the Sea Demon Sect did not respond immediately, he lowered his head, his body trembled slightly, and then he took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to say: "The White Dragon King is here, the villain should have left, but if the villain leaves, how should he explain?"

Ning Bao looked at him quietly, and suddenly snorted lightly.

This one.

The voice is soft.

It means cold.

It doesn't seem to be bloody.

I didn't use the strength of the divine vein.

It's not all the strength and strength in the ordinary rivers and lakes, the real qi.

It's like a young lady who is unhappy and snorts ordinarily.

This one came out...

The Sea Demon Sect Sect Master was shocked violently, and the whole person was like being struck by lightning.

Seven gurgling red blood flowed out of the seven orifices, covering his entire skull in blood.

The Sect Master of the Sea Demon Sect didn't say anything more, his hands propped up on the ground, endured the pain, and suddenly raised his voice: "Thank you, villain, White Dragon King!"

Although he was seriously injured, he was able to confess in this way.

And the White Dragon King can personally hurt him.

Not only can he not hate, but he also needs to be grateful.

The sect master of the Sea Demon Sect didn't dare to get up, he crawled back and retreated, and the other four elders also retreated together, retreating two or three meters before the five of them got up, clenched their fists, bowed, and bowed their heads, like courtiers retreating.

Xia Yuan: ......

Ning Bao said softly: "It's all slow." ”

As soon as the voice fell, the five people immediately stopped.

"Come closer. ”

The five of them, without asking why, approached like tamed beasts.

Xia Yuan Chuanyin asked, "What are you going to do?"

Ning Bao chuckled and said, "Isn't Jun Shangmo always pretending to be this identity? ”

The two of them have the same heart, they were so familiar that they were almost wearing a pair of pants before, basically the kind where you frown and she understands what you want to do, and she knows what she wants to do in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, as soon as Ning Bao said this, he understood.

This identity is pulled, attracting attention, and it is a big trouble after all.

Ning Bao took the opportunity to help him cut off this trouble.

He looked at the five people who were walking slowly, and said slowly: "The old man has some connections with the Wuxin Academy, and he has a premonition that the end is coming, so he came here..."

He sighed softly, stopped talking, sorted out his words, and then fell silent again, as if in a great sorrow.

Ning Bao spoke out in time and sang a double reed: "I am also close friends with this person, according to the seniority, he is indeed your senior."

In the future, even if he is gone, I don't want to hear that something has happened to Wuxin Xuegong, no matter what happens, understand?"

The five were shocked...

This "reclusive old man" is indeed extraordinary.

can be the great predecessor of the Demon Gate who is close friends with the White Dragon King, and this rank is already extremely noble.

I'm afraid that if it weren't for the time when I was still a little devil, this senior would already dominate the world.

It's just that this senior deliberately concealed his identity, otherwise the five of them would definitely be shocked.

The Sect Master of the Sea Demon Sect sighed lightly and said: "The White Dragon King should know that this matter is not something that a villain can decide, from top to the next game of chess, although the villain is a sect master, but in this chess, he is actually just a pawn crossing the river."

But the villain can guarantee that my Sea Demon Sect will definitely not be at all disadvantageous to the Wuxin Academy from now on. ”

Ning Bao's voice was calm: "Wuxin Xue Palace, I'm covered." ”

The Sect Master of the Sea Demon Sect was taken aback, these seven words still weighed ten thousand pounds, and they were more like a gold medal for avoiding death.

This means that no matter how this chess is played or how the situation goes, no one must offend the White Dragon King for the sake of a mere unintentional learning palace.

I didn't want to learn the palace, but I kept it.

He hurriedly replied respectfully: "Yes!"

After a long time, he suddenly lowered his head and asked: "I wonder if the younger generation is fortunate enough to know the name of the seniors? ”

...

...

Bai Ao's hands and feet were cold, and although he was far away, he was still downwind.

But in the distance...

In the light of the everlasting lamp.

There was also a conversation coming from the upwind port.

made his whole person stunned.

The white cloak was something he was familiar with, it was the cloak of the senior brother.

And the people on the other side, with strange figures and dresses, and the voices of men and women, are likely to be intruders.

The results are already obvious.

The elder brother seems to have colluded with outsiders.

The elder brother has been out for four years, and who knows what he has done in these four years?

Or is it not the boy before he left?

Bai Ao bit his lip, all the blood was coming, he couldn't believe it, held his breath, suppressed his heartbeat, and with the most cautious movements, slowly turned around and left close to the ground.

If he had been in normal times, he might have been discovered, but he was far away, cautious, and because of the special weather and the wind, he left quietly.

Then he went back and forth quickly, and he wanted to return to the main hall of the Wuxin School Palace and tell the master and the master what he saw.

...

...

A few hours passed.

It's almost dawn.

All the people of the Sea Demon Sect left.

Xia Yuan was sitting in the cave of Bixiao Cliff, opposite the stone table, Ning Bao folded his long legs, held his snow cheeks, and looked at him with a smile.

"Your Majesty, you paint. ”

"Ning Bao, why do you say what kind of blood ancestor I am?"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, the Blood Ancestor has been quietly killed by you, and there are no disciples, you pretended to be him, and just broke this identity, but in order to make this identity more complete, you naturally have to draw a visualization map and write two sentences of mental method, so that it can be seamless. Others will definitely come to look for the blood ancestor inheritance, and when they find this one you painted, that matter will be right, and it's all over.

Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you draw well or not, if you don't draw well, that is, when the blood ancestor was seriously injured and dying, he tried to leave the inheritance, but it failed, so ah, your lord, you can scribble in one go. ”

Xia Yuan was stunned, "Wait!"

"Huh?"

"Who is the Blood Ancestor, when will I kill him???"

Ning Bao covered his mouth and laughed.

This smile doesn't need to be explained, it's a good thing done in those four years.

Xia Yuan was speechless.

But he wants to put an end to this fake identity as soon as possible.

After thinking about it, he picked up his pen and wrote the first sentence on the paper a few times.

Ning Bao leaned over to look, only to see a line of poetry written crookedly on the paper:

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.