Ji Shijiu felt it and couldn't help but feel a little funny. He thought that this old cultivator had so many identities. He had a mortal grudge against Lin Hao, and then he would meet the painting saint Mo Lao Ciyuan. Now he has become the supreme guest of the Ghost Pavilion again?

?     ?Zhengfeng Zhenren did not know what Lin Hao said just now, and the relationship between the master of painting sage, but he knew that he could not convince the spirit-killing power to let Lin Hao go. From the moment he appeared, he had actually been prepared to die. He had indeed guessed Lin Hao's identity!      ? So at this time, he could only give up and gritted his teeth and immediately said: "Senior, uh, I am a member of the Ghost Pavilion, a disciple of the Spirit Master under the throne, my master Lingdao Zhenren, is the sixteenth disciple of the Insect Spirit Supreme of the Divine Ice Palace. My master specially arranged for me to walk near Wuliang Mountain to avoid being frightened by the distinguished guests. I am also unable to show up at this moment, probably to disturb the senior's atmosphere..."     ? "Oh, you are the disciple of the Warm Spirit Old Man?"

Ji Shijiu showed a sudden enlightenment. He seemed to know the Supreme Elder of the Spirit-Slaying Realm of the Divine Ice Palace. He shook his head and smiled and said, "That's the disciple of the Old Man of War Spirit. Of course, I have to give this face, but..."? Ji Shijiu frowned and looked at Lin Hao. How could he let Lin Hao go beyond what he might have, and the chance of the painting holy Mo?

?        ?But at this time, Lin Hao had understood the meaning of this Changfeng Zhenren. In any case, this Changfeng Zhenren obviously had no malicious intentions towards him now. Whether it was to recognize him or not, in short, it was the most important thing to escape from the Ji family first!     ? As for what will happen in the future, it will not be more deadly than falling into the Ji family, right?

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Ji Shijiu was stunned and suddenly looked annoyed, but his eyes turned and looked at Baili Wan, surrounded by clouds on the horse, "You old cultivator can't remember clearly, you can't say, your granddaughter..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  �

Ji Shijiu couldn't help but kill the old man in front of him with one palm. He agreed to tell everything about the matter with the painting Saint Mo Zu, but when he turned his face, the old man said that he could not say anything! ?? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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?    ?However, the real person Changfeng was watching from the side. He couldn't really kill the Ghost Pavilion or the Divine Ice Palace with one palm, right?

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Chapter completed!