Temple of Missions.

Golden Ooyao Day.

The next day, at noon.

Ning Xiaoyi slowly put away the exercises, washed and wiped off the sweat on his body, and rushed towards the mission hall under Ning Xiaoyu's reluctant gaze.

"Why hasn't this fat man come yet, is something wrong?"

Ning Xiaoyi looked at the door of the hall where people came and went, but he couldn't find Qin Baole's slightly chubby and mellow figure for a long time, and couldn't help frowning and muttering at the moment.

"Brother Ning, early, early!"

At this moment, a bloated voice that couldn't speak clearly slowly sounded from behind Ning Xiaoyi.

Hearing the voice, Ning Xiaoyi hurriedly turned his head to look, and the whole person couldn't help but be stunned, then showed confusion on his face, and said with some hesitation: "This... This senior brother, I don't know what you have to do?"

In fact, this can't blame Ning Xiaoyi for hesitating, because what appears in front of him now can only be regarded as the outline of a person, and the whole face, including the facial features, has been swollen and squeezed together, and even a little distorted, as if the ugly-faced evil ghost who broke free from the Huangquan Ghost Domain, hideous and terrifying.

"Brother Ning, it's me!

Qin Baole wanted to cry without tears, his originally small eyes were completely squeezed into the flesh at this time because of his distorted facial features, and he couldn't see the existence of his eyes at all, and even his tears were wrapped in the fat of Bai Huahua, and he couldn't cry if he wanted to.

Miserable!

Incomparably tragic!

Even if Ning Xiaoyi searched all the vocabulary in his mind, he couldn't find an adjective to modify Qin Baole's miserable state at this time.

It's simply a disaster scene, and the ghost is worried!

"Bao, Brother Bao, you are ......"

Ning Xiaoyi couldn't bear to ask.

This is not because he sympathizes with Qin Baole's tragic experience, but because Qin Baole's appearance is so ugly now, so ugly that he can't bear to speak.

"Alas!"

Qin Baole sighed deeply, his distorted and swollen face revealed the vicissitudes of life that did not match his age, like a twilight old man who had been beaten by wind and rain, weather, snow and rain, exuding sadness and exhaustion.

I saw him looking at Ning Xiaoyi in a daze, and only after a long time did he sigh slowly and said, "It's all tears when you talk too much." Brother Ning, Baole only has one word for you, you must remember it very much!"

"Hmm!"

Ning Xiaoyi nodded solemnly and looked at Qin Baole with a serious face.

"No matter what happens in the future, don't fall into the hands of that old bastard of the punishment elder!"

Suddenly, as if he had been stimulant, Qin Baole swept away the previous vicissitudes of life and exhaustion, and shouted with resentment on his face: "This old bastard who killed a thousand knives actually doesn't even let go of his own grandson! Bao Ye, didn't I just take the fairy spirit treasure crane he raised and stew and eat it, and also took away his gourd rejuvenation pill and dragon and tiger golden pill by the way? As for chasing my Bao Ye every day, Bao Ye, I am his own grandson!"

The more Qin Baole spoke, the more enjoyable he became, as if he was venting the grievances that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart: "Isn't it important for my grandson to have a beast and two gourd pills! Although those two gourd pills are both high-grade medium-grade pills, the value is a bit expensive, and the beast of the fairy spirit treasure crane contains a trace of the blood of the Taishen Ancient Crane, and the qualification and spiritual rhyme are so high? But so what? Is it still comparable to your precious grandson!"

Speaking of this, Qin Baole suddenly turned his head to look at Ning Xiaoyi, and said menacingly: "Brother Ning, do you say that Baole is right?"

"Not in ......"

Ning Xiaoyi replied subconsciously, but he only felt two sharp gazes shooting straight at him, and immediately quickly changed his words and said: "Yes, what Brother Bao said must be reasonable! Spirit beast pills are all things outside the body, how can they be more important than their own grandson!"

"The end of the world, the corner of the sea, those who know me, Brother Ning!"

Qin Baole's face was full of emotion, and he was about to hug Ning Xiaoyi with his fat body, just like an ugly ancient giant insect whistling in the wind, carrying the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, which was very terrifying.

Bang –

A muffled sound resounded, as if the boulder suddenly fell into the sea, rolling up layers of waves, the sound was like thunder, deafening.

"Bao, Brother Bao, I'm sorry! Instinctive reaction, definitely instinctive reaction!"

Looking at Qin Baole, who was blown away by his own heavy punch, Ning Xiaoyi's old face turned red and smiled awkwardly.

After speaking, he immediately stepped forward and wanted to help Qin Baole up.

"Humph!"

Qin Baole touched his fat face, and looked at Ning Xiaoyi with a heartbroken expression, like an abandoned little daughter-in-law, with unspeakable laments and resentments, but in his heart he was secretly surprised by Ning Xiaoyi's terrifying power, and his physical strength was beyond his imagination.

You must know that he is a late-stage cultivator in the Cultivation Realm, and his physical strength has already been condensed to a huge of 20,000 catties, which is far more than several times that of ordinary late-stage cultivators in the Cultivation Realm, even among the Tianjiao Junjie with a special physique, he is also the best in the ranking.

But the result?

One punch!

Just one punch!

He, Qin Baole, was forced out by Ning Xiaoyi!

Although most of the reason for this is that he didn't do anything to resist and dodge, and let Ning Xiaoyi blast towards him, but even so, the physical strength of 20,000 catties will not change at all!

This is like a giant elephant of the gods, even if it doesn't exert its strength, just standing there is like a pillar of the gods of the heavens, allowing the ghosts, gods and demons to bite and bombard but not moved at all, as if it is an immortal monument that suppresses the Huangquan Ghost Domain, any attack is like a mayfly shaking a tree to it, insignificant.

"Brother Ning's physical strength is so strong that it is simply an eye-opener for Baole!"

Being helped up by Ning Xiaoyi, Qin Baole sighed with deep meaning.

"It's just a little adventure"

Ning Xiaoyi's eyes flickered, but he hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Brother Bao, why don't we hurry up and go to the southern region of the Chaotic Demon Mountain Range?

"It's good!"

Qin Baole's face changed, and he replied with a serious expression.

As for why Ning Xiaoyi's body is so strong, Ning Xiaoyi is reluctant to say more, and he naturally won't be cheeky enough to ask more.

After all, everyone has opportunities and secrets in their hearts that cannot be revealed, even he Qin Baole himself is no exception, these are all based on their own luck and fortune, which cannot be imitated.

What's more, he, Qin Baole, still intends to form a good relationship with Ning Xiaoyi, so naturally he will not do those stupid things that make him angry.

And right now, hurrying to the southern region of the Chaotic Demon Mountain Range is the most important priority!

Monkey wine is one of the legendary ten holy wines.

This kind of divine treasure medicine can't tolerate the slightest sloppiness!

"Whew!"

Seeing that Qin Baole was not suspicious, Ning Xiaoyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Huangquan Miluo Sutra" and Huangji Jindan are his foundations, not to mention Qin Baole, even Ning Xiaoyu will not tell him.

The so-called puppet is not guilty, but he is guilty!

Once the news of such a heavy treasure leaks out, what will greet him Ning Xiaoyi will definitely be the judgment of gods and demons from the end of hell!

With that, the two of them set off towards the southern region of the Chaotic Demon Mountain Range.

Not long after Ning Xiaoyi and Qin Baole left, a group of people about seven or eight followed, and their qi and blood were strong enough to make the hundred ghosts want to be torn apart, and they retreated, if they were placed in the dark and boundless night, they would definitely be comparable to the existence of a round of great sun.

Looking at it roughly, they are all elites of the outer sect whose cultivation realm is not lower than the cultivation realm!

And in front of this group of outer disciples, there is also a floating figure that is independent and like a posthumous world, standing out from the crowd and outstanding.

Dressed in white, with beautiful sword eyebrows and eyes, handsome and extraordinary, like an ancient immortal king who suppressed the evil spirits of ghosts and gods, the immortal power is mighty, and the divine light wheel shines on the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, which is enough to make any hostile existence chill and heartbreak!

On both sides of this majestic figure like an ancient immortal king, two familiar figures followed closely, their faces hideous and terrifying, mixed with the excitement and madness of imminent revenge.

If Ning Xiaoyi was present, he would definitely recognize that these two figures were the two internal officials of the Qunlong Party who were violently suppressed by him at the beginning.

Wang Tao and Zhou Xu!