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"You're not dead??"

Looking at Lina's sad face, with teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes, her eyes were red.

After Da Gu waved at her, a smile appeared on his face.

"Ouch..."

However, this smile did not last long.

It was Delina who ran over with a face of surprise and fell to the ground, and couldn't help but let out a scream.

"You bastard!"

After throwing Dagu down all of a sudden, Lina couldn't stop crying.

He kept beating Dagu's heart with his hands, as if a black tiger had come to dig out his heart.

"It hurts..."

Dagu's eyes widened when Lina gave him a black tiger's heart out, and he let out another cry of pain.

He was already extremely weak, but at this moment he only felt that the god of death had already waved to him.

"Ouch."

"This, this, this, this, this, this."

Just when Lina heard Dagu's cry of pain, she just stopped.

Horei's teasing voice also came from the side, and he covered his eyes.

Looking blind, he groped sideways and walked over, almost tripping over a stone.

at the same time.

The laughter of the vice captain Zong Fang and the Xincheng team members also followed. .

Chapter 121

The top of Tianqi Mountain.

After greeting Dagu, Ning Beichen's figure also returned to the wooden house in an instant.

This time his reward from the mission was pretty good, 15,000 points.

After ten times the income, it is ~150,000.

Coupled with the remaining points from before, there are more than 200,000-huge.

"Where did your kid go?"

but.

Just when his figure had just appeared on the top of Tianqi Mountain, a heavy voice came suddenly.

I saw a figure sitting next to the wooden house, looking at him with a hint of a smile.

"master."

After seeing this figure, Ning Beichen also bowed to him.

This person is obviously Mo Yandao, the sect master of the Heavenly Cang Holy Land, also his master.

"Just went out for a trip."

After cupping his hands, Ning Beichen walked over slowly and sat down at the stone table.

out for a trip?

Mo Yandao didn't care at all about Ning Beichen's going out.

What he cared about was that when this kid suddenly appeared just now, he didn't notice any movement.

This made him a little confused about what kind of strength Ning Beichen was now. A fairy king who had just broken through made him a late-stage fairy king.

Came to his side without noticing the slightest movement?

"Master, what's the matter here?"

After sitting down, Ning Beichen also looked at Mo Yandao with some doubts and asked.

Since he went to practice on the top of Tianqi Mountain by himself, his cheap master really hasn't been here a few times.

"how?"

"Can't you come if you're okay?"

Hearing this, Mo Yandao also put away the slightly shocked expression, and said to Ning Beichen with staring eyes.

The voice fell.

He smacked his lips at Ning Beichen again, and said with a little inquiring, "You can do it now, kid, have you caught up with being a teacher?"

"Still a long way to go."

Hearing what Mo Yandao said, Ning Beichen immediately shook his head and replied.

Although in terms of his current strength, he is indeed a little stronger than his cheap master in terms of combat power.

But he dare not say it! !

With Mo Yandao's temper, if he knew that he was stronger than him.

Then why don't you step down from your position as head of the Holy Land in a few minutes and let him sit in that position?

Doesn't this bother him to death?

How happy is this life now, drinking small drinks and water every day?

"Haha, I think so too."

Hearing this, Mo Yandao burst out laughing, and nodded in agreement.

How long have you been practicing?

If he is overtaken now, how can he live as a master?

"Ahem..."

After laughing a few times, Mo Yandao also gave a dry cough, and once again set his eyes on Ning Beichen.

He frowned and said, "In a few days, there will be an ancient sword emperor's dying legacy secret realm opened in the Eastern Region of Zhongzhou."

"At that time, you take the Holy Land disciples there."

After finishing speaking, Mo Yandao moved closer to Ning Beichen, and added in a low voice, "When the time comes, that girl Qingcheng will follow."

"This secret realm is the inheritance of Sword Emperor Hongchen, and you also know that girl Qingcheng's swordsmanship..."

Having said that, Mo Yandao didn't continue to speak, and just stared at Ning Beichen so directly.

The corners of his mouth twitched! !

"Qingcheng?"

Hearing that his master mentioned Qingcheng's girl, Ning Beichen also helped his forehead with some headaches.

Mo Qingcheng, the daughter of his master Mo Yandao, is about the same age as him, and has lived for more than a thousand years so far.

The character is lively and jumpy, before Ning Beichen ran from the holy land to Tianqi Mountain.

It pestered him day by day, giving him a headache.

"That girl Qingcheng's swordsmanship is somewhat similar to Hongchen Sword Emperor."

Think about it.

Ning Beichen also knew what his master meant by this, and this was to make him a tool man.

Let him, the holy son who has never been exposed to the eyes of others, come forward and directly and firmly hand over the inheritance to Mo Qingcheng.

after all.

Only the Tianjiao with a bone age of less than five thousand years can enter this secret realm of inheritance of the supreme immortal emperor.

Once an existence with a bone age of more than five thousand years enters, the last trace of consciousness of the Supreme Immortal Emperor will kill it.

At the same time, the secret realm will also dissipate, leaving nothing behind.

Therefore, every time there is an opening of the inheritance of the secret realm, it is the Tianjiao disciples of many holy land sects.

"So, you can go there in two days, even though that girl Qingcheng is pretty good."

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"But still not so sure."

Seeing that Ning Beichen had pondered, Mo Yandao immediately said firmly.

For this apprentice, he was also a little helpless.

Day by day, he knows that he is concentrating on cultivating in Tianqi Mountain, although his strength is progressing so damn fast.

It's almost time to surpass him as a master, but this time I won't go out for a walk.

Except for the people in the Holy Land of Heaven, who knows you?

"Can I refuse?"

Hearing Mo Yandao's resolute words, Ning Beichen also asked with some headaches.

He has no interest in such things as going out to grab the inheritance of the secret realm.

With that little time, wouldn't it be nice for him to stay here in the water?

"cannot."

.. . . . . . .

Shaking his head, Mo Yandao ruthlessly rejected Ning Beichen's idea of ​​being lazy.

How could he let Mo Qingcheng handle such an important matter by letting such an apprentice who could win without fail?

impossible.

It is impossible to touch fish. This time, if you have caught fish this time.

Mo Yandao didn't mind just pressing Ning Beichen and beating him up until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

"All right."

Hearing this, Ning Beichen also nodded helplessly, and replied.

at the same time.

I also complained in my heart, I didn't expect that I would become a tool person one day.

But for that girl Mo Qingcheng, he didn't dislike her.

He will not be ambiguous about her future Dao of the Sword.

"Hahaha, let's put it this way, I will let Qingcheng and the others come to look for you in two days."

Seeing that Ning Beichen agreed, Mo Yandao laughed again.

After leaving a sentence, the figure turned into a long rainbow and disappeared in the Tianqi Mountains in an instant.

"Red Dust Sword Emperor?"

After Mo Yandao's figure disappeared, Ning Beichen picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of the dirty wine again.

There was also a bit of sharpness in his eyes, and a shocking sword intent emanated from him, overwhelming the world.

"I don't know if my sword intent is stronger or weaker than Hongchen Sword Emperor's sword intent?"

After the voice fell.

The corner of Ning Beichen's mouth also evoked a sharp arc, and he looked at the Nine Heavens above like a torch. begging.

Chapter 122