"That person is now following Nangong Zangfeng." Xuan Jiu said indifferently.

Ink-dyed clothes look at the past again. Sure enough, it looks familiar. It's like I've seen it.

"Just lost. He is the disciple and grandson of another Supreme Elder of the Qu Sword Sect. ”

Factional strife?

Eyes rolled. The seven peaks of the Hanyu Palace are not in harmony with each other. It's been seen too many times like this. The Qu Jian Sect has a great cause. It's not unusual for something like this to happen.

I just didn't expect that. Nangong officially recognized his relatives today. and joined the vigorous infighting.

However・・・・・・ she was more curious about Xuan Jiu sitting next to her now.

Swollen and hurried this one acre and three points of land in this Qu Sword Sect. It's better than Nangong's house?

"Senior Brother Xuan. Dye Yi has a question in his heart. If it's inconvenient for senior brother to say. Forget it. When I didn't ask. If...... I hope that the senior brother can solve the doubts for dyeing clothes. Ink Dye said softly.

Eyes twinkle. Xuan Jiu nodded. He gave the sign of the ink-dyed room. Ask her to meet here. He had no intention of hiding it from her.

After all, the two of them were teleported to this Canglan Continent together. We also got along for a while. There are some things about him, which this Senior Sister Mo has always seen in her eyes. Combined with what happened next. I guessed a thing or two.

"Nangong was accepted as a righteous son by the Zhao family. Is it because of the contents of Brother Xuan's storage bag? Mo Dye Yi thought for a moment and asked. ~

"Yes." Xuan Jiu did not hesitate. replied firmly.

There was a flash in his eyes. And so it was.

Xuan Jiu is the grandson of the Holy Venerable of Qiming. That's why it can appear in the group dragon cloud boat in a grand manner. The person is right under the nose of Nangong Zangfeng. Poor guy has his eyes open but can't see.

"Senior Brother Xuan has already recognized his family. Why is there such a ceremony today? "My grandson has found it. Shouldn't imposters stand aside?

Xuan Jiu pursed his lips. The corner of his eye swept into the gambling arena. The phoenix's eyes are slightly picked. There is a hint of coldness all over the body.

Ink-dyed clothes followed his gaze and looked at the monk of the foundation building period who fell to the ground on the field, and stood up with a white face. In front of him stood . It's the one who just won this sword fight. Follow Nangong Zangfeng's side

The man did not have a sword in his hand. Instead, he held a deed with the occasional flash of inspiration between his fingers. I saw him throw out the paper deed at random. It landed at the man's feet.

The monk who lost the contest turned a little paler. Lips moved. It's like you're talking to someone. Then suddenly, the whole person froze, and his eyes showed a decisive look. Suddenly a dagger in the hand. Plunged into his dantian

This change. made the ink dyed clothes immediately widen their eyes.

The foundation of the cultivators is in the dantian. The dantian was broken. It is tantamount to having the foundation destroyed. Scrapped repair■

No one knows what this means better than ink-dyed clothes. Her father suffered so much that she didn't understand before. What do you think about being a mortal? Life is also happy and comfortable, but when she becomes a cultivator. Day after day the life of a habitual monk. I can deeply feel the loss and unwillingness that my father hid in his heart. And the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow

Once from heaven to hell. Years of penance were ruined. Huge drops. It's not something that ordinary people can afford.

"They're betting on ......"

"Willing to gamble." Xuan Jiu said coldly.

The deed was signed by yourself. No one can force anyone.

Ink dyed clothes for a moment, and his mind was full of thoughts. My head seems to have a light all at once. Connecting it all in series.

Qiming Shengzun privately recognized his grandson, but on the surface, he recognized the outsider who "stole" his grandson's identity.

The Qu Jian Sect is not in harmony with. The disciples below the elder Taishang are fighting greatly. This is the gambling arena. In front of the public. They are not gambling with their lives. But what is the difference between destroying humanity and taking people's lives?

There seems to be a reasonable explanation why Nangong Zangfeng has so many "bodyguards" around him. Because it's not peaceful. Mutant Spirit Root. Talented. He was just in his twenties. Such people. Like a rising star. If nothing else. His future glory is almost foreseeable.

The Venerable Venerable is a legend in its own right. Now. Among his descendants. There is also the possibility of inheriting the legend. Just ask. Who can sit idly by?

It's her instead. will also be sure to be this legendary little Miao Miao. Strangled in the cradle.

If ・・・・・・ is to build a target. So. Nangong Zangfeng is undoubtedly the right candidate. And quite competent.

This man never knew what it meant to be truly low-key. Otherwise, there would be no crowd to see them. I'm afraid that others won't know how they are brothers and sisters from the Firmament Continent. If it weren't for the two of them, they would have been careful. It has never been shown to the true face. I'm afraid it's out of this group of dragon cloud boats. There are countless troubles to be found.

The ink-dyed clothes moved in their hearts. His eyes refocused on Xuan Jiu.

Nangong Zangfeng is the focus of attention. Concerned by all parties. So. They have been in contact with them. How can it not fall into the eyes of those who have a heart. But they've been here for a few days. I didn't feel anything wrong. Could it be...... Senior Brother Xuanjiu is in secret... ・・・

It wasn't unfounded that she thought it was him. Nangong is a fake dragon. Xuan Jiu is the true son of heaven. The former is very imposing. To save face. To be pompous, there is pomp. But all of that is false. Affordable things never have to be on the bright side. What about Xuan Jiu. It's very much like this person who got the inside.

So. If only he had a heart. Downplaying their existence is nothing more than a gesture.

The monk whose dantian had been punctured was carried out like a dead dog.

How much ink dyes clothes can't bear it. A moment ago, he was a monk in the foundation building period with infinite scenery. The next moment, he became a waste・・・・・・

But Xuan Jiu said it was good. Willing to gamble and lose. Either way, it's your choice.

"What will happen?" She muttered to herself. Words from the heart. Inadvertently slipped out.

Xuan Jiu glanced at her. The lines on his face are no longer cold and hard as before.

"Will die." He affirmed.

Ink-dyed clothes were stunned. Only then did he realize that he understood his question.

"It's better to die than to live. Who will see life clearly? Even if it's just a lingering breath・・・・・・" she shook her head slightly. Who is not afraid of death? In her previous life, the hospital business was very good. If you are hospitalized, you must book a bed in advance. Why? It's not because people are afraid of death.

"Abandon the pawn. It's no different from ants," Xuan Jiu said lightly.

The body shook. The ink-dyed clothes were on the pair of phoenix eyes as deep as a secluded pool・・・・・・

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