"Brother Zhu, are you not feeling well?" Looking at Zhu Ninmo, who was suddenly drenched in cold sweat and as pale as a sheet, a woman in red palace makeup suddenly asked curiously.
Zhu Ninmo did not answer the woman's question, but his scalp was constantly numb and his breathing seemed to stop. Looking at Xiao Fan in the distance, he almost suffocated to death.
In the territory of Northern Yuan, Xiao Fan had mercilessly killed Yang Xiuyu and five other disciples of the War God Mangya. He had also sent the Golden-winged Little Roc King flying with a flip of his hand. In the end, he had even shattered the War God Mangya's Magical Sword and Shen Huang's stone statue.
If he had not been friends with Xiao Fan, and if Xiao Fan had not shown mercy, he would have definitely died in that battle. There was no way he could have survived!
Now that he saw Xiao Fan again, the terrifying and invincible power of Xiao Fan breaking the War God Mangya's Magical Sword and Shen Huang's stone statue appeared in Zhu Ninmo's mind again. So, how could he not be frightened?
"I, I'm fine …!" Gasping for breath, Zhu Ninmo tried to calm himself down. Then, he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. He shook his head and said to the woman in red palace makeup and the others.
"Then you …?" A man in white stared at Zhu Ninmo suspiciously and said.
"Let's go!" After taking a few deep breaths, Zhu Ninmo finally calmed down. Then, he squeezed out a smile and said. First, he walked forward, but subconsciously, he walked as far away from Xiao Fan as possible.
Looking at Zhu Ninmo's trembling back, the others were stunned and then frowned. However, they did not say anything. They shrugged and walked forward with Zhu Ninmo.
They were also Zhu Ning Mo's friends, but they had only known each other for a short while, so their relationship wasn't that deep. Since Zhu Ning Mo didn't want to tell them why her expression changed so drastically, they didn't have to force her to tell them the reason.
Soon, they arrived in the crowd.
Zhu Ning Mo was the holy son of the Dragon Lake Sect. The Dragon Lake Sect was ranked in the top thousand among the three thousand sects in the Eastern Region. In the history of the sect, there were two origin realm cultivators in the sect. The power of the sect couldn't be considered weak, so those who could make friends with him and travel together with him were all people of similar status and status.
Just like Kong Lan, the Holy Maiden of the Red Dust Sect, Zhao Xiangnan, the Holy Son of the Divine Wood Pavilion, Ouyang Heng, the Holy Son of the Southern Mist Palace, and Lin Siyuan, the Holy Son of the Spirit Taming Sect, who did not care about Xiao Fan but were ultimately killed by Xiao Fan.
The others were about the same. Their sects' rankings ranged from 700th to 1000th. Although their sects' rankings varied, in reality, their sects' strength was not much different.
Therefore, when Zhu Ning Mo's group entered the crowd, they immediately attracted a lot of greetings from the various sects. They all came forward to chat with Zhu Ning Mo's group, attracting the attention of the surrounding crowd. They were curious as to who had come to cause such a commotion!
Time continued to move forward. Another hour passed.
Another dozen or so geniuses of similar status as Zhu Ning Mo arrived. Even though they weren't familiar with Zhu Ning Mo, they were familiar with the woman in red and the man in white who came with Zhu Ning Mo. They had a good relationship with her.
Soon, they were standing together with Zhu Ning Mo and the others, chatting and laughing with each other. Their voices were very loud, attracting even more people's attention.
"Hmm? That woman is truly stunning!" Someone in Zhu Ning Mo's group finally noticed Xiao Fan and Kōjirō in the distance. He immediately raised his eyebrows and spoke.
Apart from Zhu Ning Mo, all the sky-prides from the other sects turned to look at the source of the voice. They saw Xiao Fan and Kong Huanqing as well.
In an instant!
All the men in this group of geniuses held their breaths, and their eyes were filled with admiration. As for the women, some of them were jealous of Kōjirō's appearance. A few narrow-minded women even let out a low snort from their nostrils.
"A stunning beauty. That's right. She's really a stunning beauty!" One of the geniuses in the group spoke and nodded. His voice was indifferent, and his expression was calm. However, his eyes were bright.
Spirit Fog Sect, Chen Qian!
The Spirit Fog Sect was ranked 501st among the 3,000 sects in the Eastern Region. It was the strongest sect among Zhu Ning Mo's group of geniuses. Therefore, he was also vaguely the strongest person among Zhu Ning Mo's group of geniuses. Just now, when they were discussing entering the 36th outer layer of Tianxiang Island, they had planned to travel together. There was no lack of discussion about Chen Qian being the leader of the group.
"Indeed, she's not bad. If she were to be my maid, she would be excellent!" Another person spoke and looked at Kōjirō with a smile.
However, the person who spoke with a smile was a woman!
The Saintess of the Violet Mountain Peak, Ye Sisi!
The Violet Mountain Peak was ranked 508th among the 3,000 sects in the Eastern Region. Among Zhu Ning Mo's group of geniuses, its strength was only slightly weaker than that of the Spirit Fog Sect. Therefore, Ye Sisi had many supporters and was able to become the temporary leader of Zhu Ning Mo's group of geniuses. She would lead them into the 36th outer layer of Tianxiang Island.
However, although Ye Sisi's face was elegant and beautiful, her lips were like fire, and her long and narrow eyes carried a hint of charm. Inadvertently, there would be waves of light flowing around her eyes. She was very seductive and mesmerizing. However, she was famous for being fond of women and not men.
She especially liked women who were more beautiful than her. If she met them, she would definitely find a way to make them her maids. They would serve her tea and water, and she would tease and tease her. This hobby had long been known everywhere.
At this moment, when she saw Kōjirō, she immediately had this idea.
"Let's go and see which sect this fairy belongs to." Chen Qian spoke and said with a faint smile, "And which sect's young master is that black-clothed man? He actually has such a stunning fairy as his maid. Why don't we go up and make friends with him? "
"Let's go, let's go, let's go together!" With Chen Qian taking the lead, the other geniuses naturally followed suit. One after another, they laughed and were about to move in the direction of Xiao Fan and Kōjirō.
However!
"Don't go!" An extremely hurried and horrified voice suddenly rang out behind Chen Qian, Ye Sisi, and the others, interrupting their footsteps.
Chen Qian, Ye Sisi, and the others all turned around and looked back with astonishment. Many people in the surrounding crowd also did the same and looked back in astonishment.
Behind them!
The person who spoke was none other than Zhu Ning Mo!
At this moment, he, who had originally calmed down, was once again covered in cold sweat. His face was as pale as a sheet, without any trace of blood. His body was like a sieve, trembling non-stop!
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