Hearing someone call him, Cui Ning slowly turned around and found that a middle-aged monk with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks was standing not far behind him, greeting him with a smile on his face.

Cui Ning has a strong memory, and he immediately recognized that this was the deacon of the Foreign Affairs Hall who had just entered the sect at that time, and he deliberately made things difficult for Cui Ning and other newcomer disciples at that time.

"Is it him?" Cui Ning remained silent, pretending to be sincerely frightened on his face.

"This uncle called the little nephew, I don't know what the nephew needs to do?" Cui Ning asked with his hand towards the monk surnamed Zheng.

"Oh, you don't even know me?" The monk surnamed Zheng frowned, and then his eyes rolled and said:

"I am the deacon of the Foreign Affairs Hall of Tianhuan Island, you can call me Uncle Zheng. I'm here today mainly to make a deal with you, my nephew. ”

Cui Ning was a little puzzled, but still pretended to be respectful and asked, "Deal?" How can there be anything on the nephew that can be traded with the uncle, the uncle is afraid that it is a joke. ”

"Naturally, it's not a joke, the master and nephew should have obtained the spirit beast by chance when he was doing a sect task outside. How about Uncle Shi want to buy this spirit beast from you?" Monk Zheng stared at Cui Ning with his eyes and smiled.

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi, how do you know?" Cui Ning's heart sank, and he said secretly:

"This monk surnamed Zheng should be the person behind those two stalks, but I don't know how he learned that I have a spirit beast."

"How, this nephew? I'm the deacon of the Foreign Affairs Palace, and if my nephew needs help in the future, just tell my uncle! Seeing Cui Ning stunned, the monk surnamed Zheng continued to ask.

As the deacon of the Foreign Affairs Palace, he noticed it when Cui Ning came back to exchange for the spirit beast bag, and ordinary disciples probably wouldn't care too much about it.

However, a disciple who only has the Qi refining period needs a spirit beast bag, which must be used to hold spirit beasts, and this Qi refining disciple is still his old opponent Zhang Miao's person.

Although he didn't know what kind of spirit beast the other party brought back from outside, as the deacon of the Foreign Affairs Palace, he had countless ways to get the other party to offer the spirit beast.

And this can also disgust that Zhang Miao, as long as this master and nephew "get acquainted" and contribute the spirit beast to him for free, presumably any Taoist friends in the pavilion will not say anything.

"Since Uncle Shi wants it, how about giving it away for free!" Cui Ning said unhurriedly.

The monk surnamed Zheng was already secretly happy when he heard this, and he didn't notice the ridiculous tone of the nephew opposite at this moment.

"But why give it to you!" Cui Ning raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the monk surnamed Zheng, and said word by word.

"What?" Cui Ning's tone changed so much that the monk surnamed Zheng didn't react, and then he became angry and said:

"Boy, what are you talking about?"

"I said, why should I give it to you!" Cui Ning still had a warm smile on his face.

For a while, the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion Square was quiet, and during the Qi refining period, he openly provoked the foundation building monks, which had never been encountered, and those who had already done good things had already spread their own Taoist friends and teachers to see this good show.

******

An astonishing wave of spiritual power emanated from the monk surnamed Zheng, and he waved with one hand.

A knife-like magic weapon suddenly appeared beside the monk surnamed Zheng, and the power coming from the knife body could be seen that this was a top-level magic weapon of the Xuan Rank.

At this time, the middle-aged man surnamed Zheng looked at Cui Ning with a proud face and said, "Since you dare to confront your uncle in public, then I will teach you a good lesson for your parents!"

I saw the middle-aged man surnamed Zheng pinching his hands, and then the knife-like magic weapon was red, and then shot straight towards Cui Ning's legs.

Judging from the actions of the monk surnamed Zheng, his intention was not to take Cui Ning's life, but to break his legs.

However, in the immortal cultivation world, the disciples of the Qi refining period are not yet able to heal their wounds, so the purpose of the middle-aged surname Zheng is easy to guess, that is, he wants to abolish Cui Ning, but he also does not want to fall into the mouth.

Looking at the amazing sword-like magic weapon in the air, the many Qi refining disciples who were still watching at this time all gasped.

And at this moment, a fluctuation of spiritual power that was also cultivated in the foundation building period came out from inside the Scripture Pavilion.

An old man in a green robe appeared in the square outside the Scripture Pavilion, but the voice had already arrived: "Senior Brother Zheng is cautious, and his subordinates are merciful!" ”

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked monk heard the voice, and his face was a little disgusted, but the movements of his hands did not intend to stop in the slightest.

******

Just when the middle-aged monk surnamed Zheng pinched the trick and urged the knife-like magic weapon, Cui Ning had already summoned his black mountain peak magic weapon, and not only that, but a transparent protective shield also appeared around him.

"This is the aura shield?" Not only the monk surnamed Zheng in the sky, but even the old man who built the foundation in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion who was about to come over to relieve the siege was also a little out of shape.

And there was no shortage of genius qi refining disciples in the square, and at this time, someone had already exclaimed: "Isn't this a mid-level spell aura shield, an aura shield that only a foundation building monk can use?"

How did a disciple in the Qi Refining Period use a high-level spell aura shield! Soon the answer was found.

I saw that the knife-like magic weapon rushed fiercely towards Cui Ning's legs, but it was blocked by the layer of aura shield outside, and he could no longer move forward.

The middle-aged surnamed Zheng is not stupid, and when he saw the aura shield of the foundation building monk's logo, coupled with the strength of the shield's defensive power, he had already guessed that the disciple in front of him had successfully advanced and become a foundation building monk like himself. I'm ready to stop and see how the relationship can be repaired next.

So he reached out and retrieved his sword-like artifact, and it slowly landed on the floor of the square, just as he was ready to say something to explain.

A black shadow suddenly appeared on his head, and it was the black peak.

The monk's face changed, he didn't say a word, and he also used the aura shield to defend himself.

But Cui Ning didn't have to make such a move, and then a weakened Sun True Flame fireball attacked the middle-aged man on the opposite side.

The monk surnamed Zheng originally thought that he could rely on the aura shield to stop Cui Ning, who had just built the foundation, but he didn't expect that the black mountain peak and the aura shield had just collided, and there were signs that he couldn't hold on. Add to that a huge fireball whizzing towards him, which scared him.

So he pinched his hands, and a small shield instantly appeared and surrounded him.

"Boom!"

The addition of the fireball directly caused the aura shield to crack, and then rushed directly towards the monk surnamed Zheng who was protected by the shield.

Then everyone in the square saw the figure of the middle-aged monk flying upside down and landing on the square. And that black mountain peak did not fall under the control of Cui Ning's spiritual sense.

After half a burnt incense, the middle-aged monk trembled and crawled up, only to see that his robe and hair had been scorched, and there was clearly a silver-white shining inner armor inside the torn robe, which seemed to be also a defensive magic weapon.

At this time, several foundation building monks also flew from all over Tianhuan Island, including Uncle Zhang Miao from the Foreign Affairs Hall and Uncle Zhang Miao from the Beast Fang, and the leader was an old man from the Law Enforcement Palace.

After many foundation building monks arrived, they saw the scene of the monk surnamed Zheng being shot away by the fireball, but everyone was a human spirit who had lived for hundreds of years, and they naturally knew that the surname Zheng was middle-aged and fine, so except for the surprised and happy shout of Zhang Miao, everyone else was silent.

"Such a vicious heart, he wants to put me to death." The monk surnamed Zheng had a vicious face, and a fiery red talisman in his hand had already been sacrificed by him.

"Don't ......"

"Senior Brother Zheng, don't do stupid things!"

Originally, the people who were still practicing closed-mouth meditation built the foundation, and when they saw the talisman sacrificed by the middle-aged surnamed Zheng, they immediately spoke out to stop it.

That's when it happened.

"Dangdangdang......"

The bell on Tianhuan Island rang, and when the eighth bell rang, the faces of the Zhuji monks present changed, and these eight bells meant that something important had happened in the sect, and all the Zhuji monks needed to gather and go to the main island to discuss matters.