"The monks of Dongzhou have entered Zhongzhou in a big way!"

The news reached Kowloon City, and the city was full of people discussing the matter.

"Monks of different races, why can they enter the cultivation land of my Zhongzhou human race?"

Some monks couldn't help but wonder: "Even if the emperor is in retreat and doesn't ask about world affairs, there are still nine supremes in my clan, don't you care?"

"They have set foot in Zhongzhou and want to visit all the sects!"

"The Supreme has no reason to stop them, it is said that there are several foreign supremes accompanying them, and they will also discuss with our human supreme!"

"Discuss morality? Hmph! This group of alien monks must have bad intentions!"

"That's true, seven Terran Tianjiao have been defeated, and four have died of martyrdom!"

"Where is this talking, it is clearly murder!"

"The young top masters of the Dongzhou Holy Land have come to visit the sect that is weaker than themselves!"

"This group of damned thieves, they didn't dare to set foot in Zhongzhou for 30,000 years, and now they are taking advantage of the emperor's retreat to reveal their wolf ambitions!"

The people in the city are fearful and disdainful, and there are all kinds of things in the world.

"It is said that the monks of Dongzhou were divided into three groups and visited each sect in Zhongzhou respectively. ”

A monk said mysteriously: "And the Nine Dragons Gate of our Kowloon City is also on their visit list." ”

The news soon spread to the Nine Dragons Gate, and it was known to the elders and disciples.

Kowloon Gate.

The top of the Holy Mountain.

"Sit. ”

Ning Yuan waved his hand, and a cup of fragrant tea fell in front of Qin Yishan and Lu Ping'an, the aura was dense, it was actually brewed by spiritual liquid, and it was wonderful.

If you drink two or three cups a day, you will break through the advanced speed all year round, and your qi and blood will be strong.

According to the past, when the two of them saw this tea, they couldn't be happy, and they were so happy that their eyes could narrow into a slit.

Especially Lu Ping'an, this kid, likes to run to Ningyuan's wooden house when he has nothing to do, and he thinks about drinking a few more cups of spiritual tea.

Now.

The two of them frowned and sighed.

"What are you doing?"

Ning Yuan took a sip of fragrant tea and said lightly: "Drink tea." ”

"Brother ...... Holy Son"

Lu Ping'an wanted to speak and stopped, with a hint of worry in his expression: "Didn't you hear the news?"

"The monks from Dongzhou are here, and it is said that they will visit the Nine Dragons Gate in a few days. ”

"Not bad. ”

Qin Yishan also said worriedly: "My master said that this group of people came to Zhongzhou with killing intent. ”

"They are everywhere under the banner of the younger generation arguing and exchanging ideas, and they are extremely ruthless, and those who discuss the Tao with them are either dead or injured. ”

"There are already many disciples of the sect in Zhongzhou who have been injured, even the elders of the sect have been injured because of the Dao, I heard that some saints have been injured because of the Dao!"

"What a bunch of goddamn thieves!"

Lu Ping'an took a deep breath and said sharply: "This group of guys, relying on the emperor's retreat, is going to act so recklessly. ”

"Drink tea, don't talk. ”

Ning Yuan frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Tea, I want to taste." If you are long-winded, you will not come to visit me tomorrow. ”

"Senior brother...... Alas. ”

Qin Yishan opened his mouth, then sighed and took a sullen sip of tea.

In the past, the fairy brew now seems a little tasteless.

"Senior Brother Holy Son!"

Lu Ping'an's temper was much more irritable, he held his head high, and looked at Ning Yuan with enthusiasm in his eyes: "You must have a way, right!"

"Now that the head of the saint is in retreat, the elders are also silent, but I know that you must know something, Yishan saw you go to the main hall with his own eyes!"

"Not to mention the truth about the saint's injury, now that the monks of Dongzhou are about to come, you must have a way to deal with it!"

Lu Ping'an's eyes were full of trust, and he stared straight at Ning Yuan.

In the past few days, Ning Yuan has acted lightly, but it has given people a great sense of confidence and security.

Lu Ping'an's intuition told him that Senior Brother Holy Son must have a way.

"What can I do? ”

Ning Yuan smiled and put down the fragrant tea in his hand: "There will be elders to deal with this matter, and you don't need to bother." ”

"But I've heard that even the saints were injured in the Dao, and there must be alien saints in the ranks of monks in Dongzhou!"

Lu Ping'an said loudly: "The Nine Dragons Saints are injured now, they will definitely not let go of the opportunity to fall into the well this time! It will definitely be extremely difficult for the elders to deal with the Alien Saints at that time!"

"In the discussion between the elders, we are afraid that the Nine Dragons Gate will lose for a while. ”

But the arguments of the younger generation...... Senior brother, you are the leader of the younger generation of Jiulongmen, and when the time comes, the guys in Dongzhou will definitely name you to deal with it. ”

Lu Ping'an paused, and smiled: "Senior brother, when the time comes, we must mention that the young monks of our various factions in Zhongzhou will export their evil anger! Severely dampen their prestige! It is best to kill a few young geniuses of different races!"

"Yes. ”

Qin Yishan also nodded on the side, and both of them believed in Ning Yuan from the bottom of their hearts.

Who's this?

This is the Holy Son, the reincarnation of an ancient sage!

"What do you think?"

Ning Yuan smiled dumbly, shook off the folding fan and shook it gently: "I'm just a Condensation Realm cultivator, and you still expect me to kill a few geniuses of different races? ”

"Even the disciples of the Zhongzhou Holy Land don't dare to say that they can win. ”

"How can I win?"

Ning Yuan's words made the two look at each other and be speechless.

What the senior brother said makes so much sense.

I don't know how to refute it.

Senior Brother Holy Son had never made a move, and the two of them only guessed in their hearts how strong Ning Yuan's combat power would be, but they forgot that Ning Yuan himself was just a Condensation Realm cultivator.

No matter how strong the condensation realm is, it is still a condensation realm.

"That ......"

Lu Ping'an gritted his teeth, secretly glanced at Ning Yuan, and then said loudly: "Then when I go to the field in person, I will die and die, and I will also correct my name for the Nine Dragon Gate!"

"The dignity of the Zhongzhou human clan clan cannot be trampled on by foreigners!"

Lu Ping'an said with surging blood and a serious face, as if he was going to die in the next moment.

"Well said!"

Ning Yuan suddenly shouted, and said with a smile: "Senior brother is here to practice for you, drink a few more cups, don't really die, you won't be able to drink in the future." ”

"Miao Ling, pour tea. ”

Miao Ling covered her mouth and chuckled, obediently poured a cup of fragrant tea, and put it in front of Lu Ping'an: "Okay, young master." ”

"I ......."

Lu Ping'an looked at the fragrant tea in front of him, and couldn't help but hang his head: "It's over, my Nine Dragon Gate is finished, I haven't broken through to the Nirvana realm yet, I will die if I go here." ”

"The big husband is inherently dead, or heavier than the green mountain, or lighter than the feather. ”

Ning Yuan looked at Lu Ping'an with a smile: "If you are really unfortunate enough to ask, I will sweep the grave for you today next year." ”

"Senior brother, you really can't get in the oil and salt!"

Lu Ping'an was angry, he took a sip of fragrant tea, his mouth was full of spiritual light, and he was still shouting: "I still want to drink!

"Okay, it's full. ”

Ning Yuan nodded, and couldn't help laughing.

Entering the WTO is mostly mysterious, and what makes Ning Yuan find it most interesting is to make friends with Lu Ping'an and Qin Yishan.

When the emperor makes friends, he naturally does not look at his family background and cultivates for this kind of thing.

Because, looking at Kyushu.

Ning Yuan really couldn't find someone who could match his family background.

Putting aside their family background, cultivation, and heritage, Qin Yishan and Lu Ping'an were still and moving, and Ning Yuan felt quite interesting.

If Ning Yuan feels that his eyes are in line, he is a mortal and can also be a friend.

If Ning Yuan feels bored, it is a supreme bloodline parent, and it will not be in his eyes.

Time flies.

After the two drank tea, they left in a hurry, saying that they wanted to practice hard and solidify their qi, blood and aura more in these days.

At that time, if you really want to face a foreign monk, you must be a little more sure.

It's just that.

The team of Dongzhou monks arrived earlier than everyone expected.

Early the next morning.

Ning Yuan had just gotten up from the wooden house, and Miao Ling beside him was still flushed, and his beautiful eyes looked at Ning Yuan's back in a daze.

At this time.

Outside the mountain gate, under the holy mountain.

There was a cacophony of noises.

"The monks of Dongzhou are here!"

"They're in Kowloon City!"