"Isn't Lu just dreaming...Zhou Daoyou actually defeated the Western Emperor's distraction? Doesn't this mean that Zhou Daoyou has the strength to fight in a battle of void refining even if he fights to the death! Tsk tsk, if this news comes out, the endless sea will be shocked

Not small." Lu Qing praised it endlessly.

"I like this matter not to be spread..." Ning Fan shook his head. This grudge involves Bei Xiaoman's marriage contract, the Palace of Relics, and the Ximen Family. If word spreads, it will definitely damage the reputation of the Ximen Family.

Being robbed by an ant from the lower world may be something that Ximen Ye can endure, but the Ximen family may not be able to endure.

Today's Ning Fan cannot bear the anger of the Ximen Family... He is really too weak. After defeating Ximen Ye, he has no complacency at all, only a bitter smile.

What he defeated was Ximen Ye's distraction. If Ximen Ye himself came and crushed Xuexu, Ning Fan wouldn't even be able to fight back.

"The gap between me and the real genius is too big... Unless I break through the broken void, otherwise..."

Ning Fan shook his head. From today on, he will no longer boast of being a genius. There are too many people who are better than him.

"Zhou Ming, are you okay? Why did you lose so much blood!"

"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy, maybe there's too much blood..."

Ning Fan looked at Bei Xiaoman, whose tears were still wet, and suddenly his heart softened and he could no longer laugh.

It's really incredible that Bei Xiaoman would cry for him, Ning Fan.

Snap!

Ning Fan's head was empty and he really fainted. The direction of fainting was towards Bei Xiaoman.

Before he fainted, he had only two thoughts. One, Ximen Ye is a powerful enemy...

Secondly, the place where I fainted was really soft, although not too plump...

Bei Xiaoman was at a loss. When she saw Ning Fan falling, her face turned pale.

It was only when Ning Fan fell into her arms that she felt that Ning Fan was still breathing.

It was just that I was bleeding too much and was too tired, so I fainted...

"Damn it, Zhou Shouming! Why did you scare me when you're not dead? Damn you!"

"Take your dirty face away, lean against me, I, I..."

Bei Xiaoman's face turned red with anger. Ning Fan really knew how to get dizzy. He only picked on his own chest to get dizzy. Did he do it on purpose or sincerely?

However, Ning Fan's injury was not serious. Bei Xiaoman did not dare to irresponsibly leave Ning Fan on the ground and ignore him. He could only let Ning Fan bury his face in his chest and greedily inhale the fragrance of his chest.

"Miss, Mingzun's injury is too serious. According to my subordinates, he must be treated immediately..." Shi Bing admonished him. He had a good relationship with Ning Fan, and if Ning Fan hadn't taken action this time, Bei Xiaoman would have been captured and returned to Beitian.

He didn't want to see anything happen to Ning Fan.

"Well, I know. I helped him treat him. I have some things here that I haven't used up yet..."

Bei Xiaoman gritted her teeth. In fact, her red dragon had not been completely cut off, but only half of it had been cut off. The black crystal given by her mother had only been used half.

The remaining half is of course precious, but compared to healing Ning Fan, killing the red dragon is nothing.

"That's all, Chilong will think of a way in the future and let the stinky Zhou Ming come back to life first! Huh! He is the cauldron that I support. If he dies like this, I will lose!"

Bei Xiaoman's petite body carried Ning Fan and walked towards the top of the south tower.

There is her boudoir.

Beitian, Ximen Family.

In the stone pass, Ximen Ye is comprehending the next bottleneck. Outside the stone pass, many monks are waiting eagerly.

Among the waiting monks, there was even the head of the Ximen Family, Ximen Feng!

This is a true immortal level old monster and the father of Ximen Ye.

Looking at Shiguan, Ximen Ye was delighted. He had nine sons, and Ximen Ye was undoubtedly the most outstanding among them. He even became one of the four sons of Beitian, known as the Western Emperor.

It is conceivable that after tens of thousands of years, Ximen Ye will definitely be the next head of the Ximen family and the next true immortal.

"Haha, the master of the house is really a tiger with no son. Mr. Ye is only two thousand years old and has broken through the broken void. Looking at the north, he is one of the few heroes."

"Where there is." Ximen Feng nodded proudly, very satisfied with everyone's flattery.

"I heard that Mr. Ye was distracted in the lower world and wanted to capture the fourth lady of the Palace of Relics. Is there anything going on?"

"When night comes to the rainy world, what can happen?" Ximen Feng was displeased.

"No, no, no. The master of the house has misunderstood. I am afraid that the young master is too strong and kills too many people. The trouble could only be caused by someone else. How could it be the young master..."

"Haha! That's good. The accident could only be someone else, not Ye'er. It doesn't matter how many people from the Rain Realm die. Just kill the ants in the lower realm if Ye'er is happy." Ximen Feng said disapprovingly.

boom!

While everyone was talking, a loud noise suddenly occurred at the stone gate, and the stone gate shattered!

Amidst the rubble and dust, Ximen Ye dressed in black robe and walked out of the stone pass, but blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and his eyes were cold. After walking three steps out of the stone pass, he suddenly vomited blood and half-knelt on the ground.

This scene frightened countless Ximen monks.

"What's going on! Could it be that Mr. Ye failed to understand the bottleneck! But the backlash cannot be so serious. How could Mr. Ye be so seriously injured!"

"Shut up! Ye'er wasn't hurt by others, he was hurt by himself!"

Ximen Feng's eyes flashed with coldness. He clearly saw that there was a palm mark on Ximen Ye's forehead. It was unmistakable. The palm mark was the Ximen family's inherited secret skill - the Great Void Palm.

Judging from the palm marks, this palm did not hit the forehead directly, but hit the distraction, causing the main body to be injured.

Based on Ximen Feng's experienced experience, he didn't know that Ximen Ye was injured because something happened to his mind in the lower realm, forcing him to destroy himself and separate his soul with a palm.

With a sweep of his spiritual thoughts, he swept across the ancestral hall. He saw that none of the monks accompanying Ximen Ye in the lower realm had broken their life tablets, and he was very curious.

Could it be that Ximen Ye competed with others and lost? In humiliation, he self-destructed and became distracted?

Unless this is the case, the 48 Avatars sent to protect Ximen Ye would not be able to ignore Ximen Ye's injuries and would definitely fight to the death against the enemy before Ximen Ye could.

As the saying goes, a son is better than his father. Ximen Feng had roughly guessed what happened.

"Has your distraction been defeated by Lianxu?" Ximen Feng sighed secretly. If Ximen Ye's distraction was defeated by Lianxu, he still has a way to comfort Ximen Ye.

"No, he is...the peak of divine transformation..." Ximen Ye said unwillingly. The distraction died, and all the memories of the distraction were transmitted back with strange magical powers.

"What! You were distracted during the half-step of refining the void, and you were defeated by a peak god from the lower realm. How is this possible!" Ximen Feng was secretly shocked. He naturally knew his child's talent. Not to mention in the lower realm.

Even in the north, no god can eliminate Ximen Ye's distraction.

Just looking at Ximen Ye's unwilling eyes, Ximen Feng knew that Ximen Ye definitely wasn't lying. If he hadn't lost to someone with a weaker level, he would never have been so unwilling.

"Who is he? His husband needs to send someone to hunt him down..."

"No, I have to wait for him to break the void and fight with him! His name is... Zhou... Ming..."

Ximen Ye gritted his teeth bitterly, his eyes turned white, and he fainted.

On this day, the Ximen family was in a state of excitement because of Zhou Ming!

Just following Ximen Ye's words, Ximen Feng did not send anyone down to hunt down Ning Fan.

He knows his children.

Ximen Ye is too proud, he must reciprocate and kill Ning Fan with his own hands, otherwise, everything will be meaningless.

Countless Ximen monks were talking about it, and naturally what they were talking about was Ximen Yefenshen's defeat.

"First Lu Bei appeared in the Rain Realm, and then Zhou Ming appeared... The Prodigy of the Lower Realm seems to have produced many extraordinary people."

"Even the Western Emperor was defeated. Tsk, tsk, tsk, this Zhou Ming is really amazing. If he is given a thousand years, I am afraid that after a thousand years, he will really become a figure..."
Chapter completed!