Outside the dilapidated tea stall.

Guests from all walks of life were extremely shocked to see it, and they were all terrified and could not control themselves.

Four people entered the road, and more than ten people walked into the road, and were all shot dead.

Young Master Ning’s strength is really unfathomable!

This is the twelfth place in the genius list?

Then how strong should the eleven people in front be?

Everyone's heart was filled with turmoil. They looked at each other and saw the complex colors in each other's eyes.

They are just a grain of wind and sand in the world, and they are just an unnecessary species of wind and sand in the world.

Ning Chuan directly lifted the face of the tiger Venerable, and saw a Taoist with a black cheek and a short beard beneath his face, with a look of pain on his face and a muffled groan on the ground.

"This is your true face. Tell me, who is your true identity?"

Ningchuan asked.

The tiger Venerable's face turned red, and suddenly a puffed sound was heard, and a piece of blood was spurting out, and the whole body was crackling like stir-fried copper beans. He quickly glared at his eyes and died tragically on the spot.

Ningchuan's eyes sank.

Damn it, it's the meridians that are self-dissolving.

How many places are there in this [Zuo] organization?

He quickly searched the tiger Venerable and decided to find the nearest Wu Alliance contact point immediately, notify the Wu Alliance of all the real situations about [Worshiping Night Sect], and the upper level of the Wu Alliance came to deal with them.

No matter how mysterious this organization is, this [Worshiping Night Cult] will definitely not be able to escape.

Just as Ning Chuan was thinking about it for a week and preparing to leave.

Suddenly, a long roar came from the sky.

The golden monster bird hovered high in the sky and finally discovered Ningchuan, fanned its huge wings, and rushed down.

Many tourists from the world were all exclaiming.

As soon as it fell, the strange bird showed surprise, looked around and said, "Boy, have you been chased?"

"Where did you go? Where are the Sword Ghost Senior?"

Ning Chuan asked.

"By the way, boy, go quickly. That old man wants to find you if he has something to do. Hehe, it seems that he wants to find you a junior brother to play with."

The strange bird suddenly slapped his head and smiled strangely with deep meaning.

"Little junior brother? Wait, that old man wants to accept an apprentice? Also, when did he accept me as an apprentice?"

Ning Chuan said in surprise.

"Anyway, he has passed on your martial arts. Even if you don't have the name of a master or a disciple, you still have the reality of a master or a disciple. What can you not admit?"

The strange bird waved its wings and smiled, "But this time the old man really wants to find you a companion, but this companion, hehe, it's not a good thing. Boy, go quickly and take you to the fun!"

It rose directly into the sky and soared upwards.

But just as it rushed up, Ning Chuan's big hand had already grabbed one of its claws.

The strange bird immediately cursed in the air, "Damn little thing, let go of the ancestor!"

It flew wildly in the air, shaking back and forth.

"Damn it, strange bird, don't move..."

Ning Chuan also started to curse directly.

The crowd of tourists below looked into the air with dumbfounded eyes.

After a moment, they looked at each other and looked shocked.

"That's... a monster?"

"A talking monster?"

…

The border between Luozhou and Qianzhou.

In an ancient temple that looks extremely dilapidated.

The mountains and forests are hidden.

Shade of green trees.

An extremely rich aroma of sandalwood permeates the temple, with ancient style and ancient charm, full of the vicissitudes of time. You can tell at a glance that the years in which the ancient temple exist must be quite shallow.

"Hehehehe, how about it? You can't answer this question? What exactly is a monkey without a tail?"

The sword ghost looked smiling and dressed in a mess. He looked at the old monk in front of him, and was extremely proud.

The old monk looked helpless and looked at the crazy sword ghost in front of him, and sighed in his heart.

I really don’t understand why the ancestor gave the little living Buddha to this madman for teaching?

The little living Buddha is already reckless. If he gets into his hands again, wouldn’t he be even more reckless?

It is possible that he will become a living demon by him.

"Sword Ghost Donor, I actually know this question. Isn't the monkey without a tail still a monkey?"

The old monk said helplessly.

"Hmm? You know? How did you know?"

The sword ghost widened his eyes and suddenly jumped up from the ground.

He thought about this question for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

As a result, the old monk understood it immediately.

This made the sword ghost a little unacceptable.

"No, this problem doesn't count!"

Jian Gui had red eyes, grabbed the old monk's clothes on his chest, gritted his teeth, "You listen to my question again, I'll ask you, who is Mi's mother?"

The old monk was grabbed by the sword ghost and his face turned pale. He quickly said, "Sword Ghost Donor, please put me down, put me down."

"Ask a quick answer to the question, I'll ask you, who is Mi's mother?"

The sword ghost stared at the old monk and shouted.

"This...this..."

The old monk was sweating coldly and panicked.

Damn, how could this old lunatic teach the living Buddha?

What did the ancestor think?

"My mother is a straw?"

The old monk's tentative Tao.

"wrong!"

The sword ghost laughed proudly.

"Is it...a rice flower?"

"wrong!"

“Yes…yes…”

The old monk scratched his head anxiously and said, "My mother is a field. After all, without fields, rice cannot grow... Is that right?"

"Wrong, wrong!"

The sword ghost continued to laugh, "How is this? Is this question difficult? Ordinary people will never understand even if they think of death. Hahaha, little monk, go and call all your fellow disciples over and think about this question together!"

"This...this..."

The old monk smiled bitterly and had no choice but to nod.

Although he is quite old, he can only be considered a junior in front of this sword ghost.

This sword ghost has lived for more than 160 years and is one of the few old antiques in the world.

Of course, except for cultivators.

At best, this old monk has lived for more than seventy years.

In front of the sword ghost, he can only be regarded as a great-grandson.

So there is no problem with the sword ghost calling him a little monk.

The sword ghost let go of the old monk, and the old monk ran away quickly. It seemed to be summoning others, but in fact it was starting to run away.

"Ha, little thief is bald, don't want to run away. If you dare to run away, I will strip your clothes and tie you to the tree for three days and three nights!"
To be continued...