Jian Gui laughed and suddenly looked at Ning Chuan, "Boy, you won't watch it anymore, are you?"

Ning Chuan was surprised.

Is it so evil?

I'll go!

“No, no.”

Ning Chuan shook his head decisively and dared not admit it at all.

He could feel the strangeness of the little living Buddha more and more.

Is there also the so-called "cause and effect dispute" involved during this period?

Who has read the innate Taoist script and who wants to pass on his skills?

What a joke?

"There is another thing, senior, I heard that the Martial Alliance and the Holy Alliance have started a war. Is it true or false?"

Ning Chuan asked.

"There is no war, but it's not far from the war. In short, things are extremely serious now, so I might have to go there myself."

An old psychopath is rare to be normal, he said.

"what is going on?"

Ning Chuan asked, "Have the traces of Jinlangke and others been found?"

"They're okay."

The sword ghost shook his head gently and said, "But the one who is in trouble now is the ancestor of the Martial Alliance..."

He quickly stopped talking and said, "By the way, boy, are you going to return to the headquarters?"

"How about leaving tomorrow? Let me and everyone tell me to leave only. Senior, go back with us, otherwise I will be worried that someone will intercept it on the way."

Ning Chuan spoke quickly.

This time, the gathering of the three major state masters is definitely a great opportunity to paste, so he is going to delay for one night and paste everyone.

Although he had pasted it once last night, he could paste it at least five times per person.

This time there is a sword ghost watching by your side. Without the danger, you can naturally stay for one more day.

"Anyway, I don't care."

The sword ghost shook his head gently, suddenly smiled again, took out an evil ghost mask from his arms, and smiled, "Boy, I'll give you a fun thing, then this one."

He threw the evil ghost mask into Ning Chuan's arms, then took out a blue token from his arms and threw it to Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan frowned, took two things, looked at them carefully, and said, "What is this?"

"Hehehe, it is the token and mask of the [Zuo] organization. By urging this token with internal force, you can enter the task hall of the [Zuo] organization to see if they have any weird tasks. How about it? Do you dare to go in and play?"

The sword ghost laughed.

Ning Chuan was shocked.

Is this a transmission token from the [meta] organization?

The old lunatic actually got this thing.

He suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, senior, have you chased the cultivator last time?"

"That's not. That guy is good at escaping and runs too fast. In addition, I was injured when I fought with someone, so I couldn't keep him. But he ate my sword and didn't think about coming out again in a few years."

The sword ghost shook his head repeatedly, and suddenly his eyes fell straight on Ning Chuan, staring at him up and down, and Ning Chuan stood tall with hair.

"Boy, why did that cultivator come to find you late at night? You seem to have a secret, right?"

The sword ghost laughed.

Ning Chuan's face changed and he smiled awkwardly, "Nothing is there? He came to me late at night, just to invite me to join the [Yuan] organization."

“It is indeed possible.”

The old psychopath touched the beard on his chin and pondered, "The last time I got into the mission hall, I happened to see your wanted order posted on the hall, saying that whoever can kill you can reward you can reward 500 contribution points. If you can invite you to join the [yuan] organization, you can reward 1,500 contribution points. Now it seems that you have become a hot commodity."

He suddenly smiled again and said, "You can study it slowly by yourself, I'll go find someone else to play with."

He rushed directly to Wu Tianhai, Duan Feng, Xu Yao and Chen Luo, and smiled, "Don't let the four of you go, haven't answered my question yet, answer quickly, who is Mi's father, who is Mi's mother, who is Mi's grandmother, who is Mi's grandfather, who is Mi's grandfather, say quickly, say quickly..."

Ning Chuan let out a sip of turbid air.

Then he looked at the token in his hand again.

The sword ghost actually got all this thing into his hands.

Doesn’t this mean that he has almost figured out the leg of the [Zuo] organization.

"Last time I heard from Liu Xinghun that the hierarchy in the [Yuan] organization is very strict and divided according to clothes and token clothing. This token is blue. Doesn't it mean that the original owner is wearing a green robe?"

Ning Chuan was secretly surprised.

Green robe!

It means Nascent Soul or True Martial Arts!

Can such a character be taken down by the sword ghost?

He suddenly found two big words written on the front of the token.

Ksitigarbha!

"Is this the code name of the token owner? The code name of Ksitigarbha?"

Ningchuan was suspicious.

However, he still stuffed the token and mask into his arms and began to walk far away.

At this time, everyone was already quickly cleaning the battlefield.

One by one, the weapons were pulled out from the ground one after another.

Only Ningchuan's thick and powerful magic bore can no one pull it out.

For a time, it attracted a lot of people to watch and shock.

Ning Chuan first walked towards the Little Living Buddha.

The little living Buddha looked pale and still felt scared. He sat on the ground, still not daring to move, as if the previous fight had completely scared his heart.

"Little guy, are you okay?"

Ningchuan walked towards him.

The little living Buddha raised his head and looked at Ning Chuan, and suddenly shivered.

He saw Ning Chuan's previous powerful momentum.

In his eyes, Ning Chuan was tantamount to being equivalent to a demon.

"Ningchuan, don't touch me..."

He shouted in horror.

Ning Chuan looked weird and came up to grab his body, slapped him directly on the butt, saying, "What's the ghost called? Try another one?"

The little living Buddha showed fear and stopped calling again, but he still showed a look of begging for mercy and said, "Brother Ning, I was wrong. When will you lift the seal for me? When will my little hook grow? I can't do without the little hook. You can lift the seal for me..."

"What's the hurry? It depends on whether you're doing well enough."

Ning Chuan's tone was calm, and he grabbed the little living Buddha and walked towards his weapon.

Along the way, he happened to meet Yang Xuanjing and Elder Tan Tian.

"Two, are you okay?"

Ning Chuan asked.

"It's okay, Young Master Ning, how are you?"

Yang Xuanjing asked.

"I'm fine, I'll go ahead and take a look."

Ning Chuan shook his head gently, then continued to walk towards his weapon.

Elder Tan Tian looked at Ning Chuan's back and sighed softly.

Who can imagine that Ning Chuan's strength has reached this level!

In the battle tonight, the top ten of the Tianjiao List will surely be rewritten!

There will definitely be Ningchuan above.

Yang Xuanjing also showed a complex look and his heart was surging.

"Young Master Ning is here!"

"Young Master Ning is so powerful. Your weapon is so heavy..."
To be continued...