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At present, Zhang Qidi does have this qualification!

He bears the mark of a nine-petaled lotus.

Looking at the entire Zhang family, whenever the Zhang family sees the nine-petal fire lotus mark on the back of Zhang Qidi's hand, they will inevitably regard him as the patriarch.

The old patriarch of the Zhang family should also step down!

The nine-petal fire lotus imprint is in the world.

For the Zhang family, it is definitely a blessing, and it also represents the transfer of power between the old and the new in the clan.

In the evening, Zhang Qidi left Wutai Mountain silently.

He has his own time to do!

Ning Bei was standing on the balcony of the room on the seventh floor, when a cool breeze hit the window, and he suddenly coughed violently, his face was slightly pale.

Today, he scattered all the blood, and his blood leaked out all over his body, and his blood returned to zero.

From an outsider's point of view, Ningbei is like a waste!

In fact, Ningbei only hurt his vitality, but he didn't abolish it.

The pinnacle foundation of oneself is hidden deep in the bones.

As night falls, the stars hang in the starry sky, setting a faint glow.

There was a knock on the door of the seventh floor of the Star Picking Building.

Mo Yike whispered: "Brother Ning, get up and pee, no, get up and work, Cui Lingxiu's sand sculpture gathered the geniuses of the family in the hall, I don't know what I want to do!" ”

Mo Yike, who has a thief's face, doesn't look like a serious person no matter how he looks at it.

The dignified young master of the Mo family is dedicated to greening and digging graves, and I don't know how many ancestors have been tossed.

This lack of morality, Mo Yike can see it, and he can see that this product is not a good person.

Mo Yike was worried about the wisp of purple qi in Wangtian's roar, so he came to inform Ning Bei.

Click!

The door opened, and Ning Bei, who was wearing cloth clothes, although Junxiu's face was much better, he could still feel a little weak.

Mo Yike said suspiciously: "You didn't eat the pill I gave you?" ”

"Don't worry, are all the people downstairs here?"

Ningbei stood in the circular corridor on the seventh floor, and hundreds of young people came directly to the hall on the first floor.

The seventy-two orthodox heirs of the princes are all present!

For example, the three giants of Confucianism, Kong Kai, Kong Li, and Kong Jie are all here.

Among them, the giants of Confucianism, the heirs of the Legalists, the descendants of Taoism, and the geniuses of the Yin-Yang School are all absent!

Jiang Duci quietly appeared, and said in a low voice: "Military master, in addition to the heirs of the seventy-two families of the princes, as well as the geniuses of the descendants, there are several heirs of the hundred clothes who have appeared!" ”

"Interesting, I used to be in Qingzhou, issued a heavenly order, those few people did not listen to the order, and now it is when I am in turmoil in China, the heirs of Baiyi are in the family, it seems that they have really forgotten the responsibility of Baiyi!"

Ning Bei's tone was calm, and his eyes showed three points of coldness.

Since ancient times, the heavens have decreed it.

All the people in the world must obey orders.

Hundred clothes sequence, unicorn for the respect.

Passed down to this generation, since the heirs of Baiyi refused to listen to the order, they were all killed.

The inheritance of Baiyi is not left to the major families.

That's my treasure of China!

As the lord of the unicorn, Ningbei has the responsibility of governing the heirs of the world.

At this moment, in the hall of the Star Picking Tower.

A handsome and cold young man, standing with his hands in his hands, looked at Cui Lingxiu in front of him, and drank coldly: "Cui Lingxiu, you are a gate valve martial artist, what are you here to do in Wutai Mountain, today you gate valve people, isn't it enough to harm our family?" ”

"The family sequence and the gate valve sequence are closely related, but there is a difference after all!"

Someone spoke again, obviously rejecting Cui Lingxiu, the little monk.

Cui Lingxiu, who had a bare brain, tilted his head and folded his hands, his handsome face was solemn, and he read: "Amitabha, the little monk kindly invites all the donors to discuss the distribution of this wisp of purple gas in the stone statue of Wangtian roar, how can the donors bully the little monk!" ”

"Cui Lingxiu, you don't have yin and yang!"

A young master of a family, with anger in his eyes, took the initiative to come out.

Cui Lingxiu tilted his head and said, "Seven-rank king-level? ”

"What's wrong with the Warrior of the King Seal? Behind me is the Lei family! When the young master of the family mentioned his family history, his eyebrows were full of arrogance.

Cui Lingxiu said seriously: "Lord Lei Shi, what the little monk wants to tell you, the majesty of the peak cannot be provoked!" ”

Swish!

The little monk Cui Lingxiu stepped out in one step, without the temperament of a Buddhist monk.

Contrary.

This little monk released a terrifying iron-blooded murderous aura.

Cui Lingxiu dodged and moved sideways, and a palm landed on the chest of the young master of the family.

With just one palm, he cut off his heart and killed him on the spot.

The audience was amazed!

Cui Lingxiu made the east and invited everyone to come.

In just a few words, he killed a genius of the family lineage with one palm.

Acting like this is too domineering.

Cui Lingxiu is a Buddha!

Killing at every turn is inevitably against the rules of Buddhism.

Cui Lingxiu stretched his waist lazily, and said: "Martial artists below the top of the peak, stop when you come, today's Star Picking Tower, martial artists below the top of the peak, are all ants!" ”

"Cui Lingxiu, what do you want to do?"

Kong Li, one of the three giants of Confucianism, was quite angry.

The faces of everyone present changed, and they felt that Cui Lingxiu wanted to do something.

Cui Lingxiu was very calm and said bluntly: "Today, the little monk is just replacing one person, and I invite you to get together, don't be impatient!" ”

"On whose behalf did you invite us?"

Everyone in the living room was amazed.

Cui Lingxiu smiled and said nothing.

Many people have a heavy heart in their hearts and a faint smell of danger.

Suddenly, someone wanted to leave.

Standing on the seventh floor of Ningbei with his hands in his hand, his left hand was raised slightly, and a force fell downstairs.

Boom!

The door of the living room of the Star Picking Building slowly closes.

Everyone turned their heads to look upstairs, and more than ninety percent of the young people were pale.

Now on Wutai Mountain, who doesn't know the white-clothed young man King Ningbei.

Ning Bei walked down to the second floor with his hands in his hands.

Under the dawn of the crowd, everyone looked at the handsome young man in a unicorn cloth robe.

Ning Bei said indifferently: "Second brother, leave it to me next!" ”

"You look like you're kidney-deficient, okay?"

Cui Lingxiu's face was full of suspicion, but he had witnessed Ningbei scattering the blood of the peak before.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ningbei is scattered with the best blood, which is like self-destruction!

Even if Ningbei is wasted!

But this northern overlord, the tiger is still there.

The shadow of the tree, the name of the man.

When Ning Bei came to the living room, the young and unruly young warriors around him lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look directly at Ning Bei's gaze.

Ningbei is the age of the weak crown, and he is His Royal Highness Zhenguo.

Looking at China, under one person, above 10,000 people.

He, the power leans towards the government and the opposition!

Famous people in China, who is not afraid!

Ning Bei walked to the high platform of the hall with his hands in his hands, and a chair was placed on it.

No one dared to sit on the chair.

Ning Bei walked lightly and sat down slowly, with a thin body and a handsome appearance of a young man, sitting tall, but with the majesty of the male lord, as if everyone in the hall was a subordinate minister.

The audience was silent.

The martial artists present looked at Cui Lingxiu with resentment, gritted their teeth and said, "Cui Lingxiu, you bastard has taken refuge in the Beiliang Army!" ”

"It's a kill!"

There are no fools in the people present.

Everyone was keenly aware that this was most likely a killing.