Although Fairy Chixiao couldn't move, her beautiful eyes were full of anger. She gnashed her teeth and cursed, "Qisha, you are shameless, despicable, and nasty. How could you use such a rogue method? Are you still a man?"
Qisha raised her delicate chin, looked at her panicked eyes, and said with an evil smile, "Whether I am a man or not, I have to try."
"Don't, don't mess around. The Holy Medical Family will not let you go."
Fairy Chixiao was really scared. She panicked and threatened.
Qisha raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully, "I didn't expect that you are still a virgin at such an old age. Good, good, I got a big bargain."
"You are still so old, but I am less than 70 years old this year. I am not much older than you, am I?"
After all, women were very concerned about their age. When she heard Qisha say that she was old, she immediately became angry and shouted angrily.
For ordinary people, a woman in her sixties was definitely an old woman, but for the experts in the Real Martial Arts Realm who had a lifespan of 150 years, it was the best time of their lives, which was equivalent to an ordinary person's thirties.
"Not much older, just a dozen years older."
Qisha showed a sarcastic smile. Xuanyuan Ao thought he was a genius, but Qisha was not bad. He had become a Great Master at the same age as Xuanyuan Ao.
"You … you are only in your thirties?"
Fairy Chixiao's face changed. The Holy Medical Family had several geniuses like Xuanyuan Ao, which made her extremely proud. She inevitably looked down on the heroes in the world, but she didn't expect that there were such geniuses in the turbid secular world.
"It has nothing to do with you how old I am!"
Seven Kills glared at her coldly and left on his own. He had no time to waste with her.
What he didn't say was that among the outstanding disciples of the second generation of the National Warrior's Mansion, Tanlang, the oldest was only in his early forties. Pojun was 39 years old this year, while he was only 35 years old, two years younger than Xuanyuan Ao.
Fairy Chixiao stared at his back blankly, and her beautiful eyes were full of complex emotions. She whispered, "How is it possible? A Great Master in his thirties? Even geniuses like Xuanyuan Ao can't break through to the Real Martial Arts Realm at this age without the full support of the sect's resources. "
The reason why geniuses were called geniuses was that they had a cultivation aptitude far beyond that of ordinary people and a cultivation speed that ordinary people couldn't catch up with. Xuanyuan Ao's aptitude was not the best among the younger generation of the Holy-sword Villa, but he was the most beloved son of the Sect Master and a genius who had been nurtured by a large number of resources.
But it was undeniable that Xuanyuan Ao's aptitude was one in a million. Otherwise, the Villa Head of the Holy-sword Villa would have laid a solid foundation for Xuanyuan Ao.
Xuanyuan Ao was a genius. Similarly, Xuanyuan Ao was a genius with resources. compared. he was fighting spirit.
Perhaps Xuanyuan Ao would win if the two of them fought in the arena. After all, Ancient Martial Artists had a great advantage over Chinese Martial Artists. They had many methods to assist in battle, such as Spiritual Weapons, Talismans, Spiritual Armors, Spiritual Beasts, and so on.
However, if it was a life-and-death battle, the one who would survive would definitely be Seven Kills. This was the biggest difference between a flower in a greenhouse and a weed that had survived the hardships of life.
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Ding Ning fought very easily, and he cooperated with the zombie very well. His moves seemed to be powerful, but in fact, he didn't consume any energy at all.
In the face of the zombie, which was invulnerable and didn't even have a soul, even his Soul-splitting Saber was useless, which made him very depressed.
The Magic Mosquitoes couldn't do anything to it. How could they expect a mindless zombie to have blood for the Magic Mosquitoes to suck?
As for the Spirit-eating Insects, they behaved themselves and didn't come out to make a fool of themselves. After all, the zombie didn't even have a soul, so how could it have spiritual fluctuations?
On the contrary, Little Ghost, who had been silent in his body for a long time and could only play a role when he performed the Nine Ghosts and 13-needle Technique, gave Ding Ning an unexpected surprise.
Little Ghost was usually very obedient, but after the zombie appeared, it transmitted a strong desire, which made Ding Ning feel very strange.
He tried to release Little Ghost, but it went straight into the zombie's body excitedly. As a result, the zombie became the puppet of Little Ghost and Ding Ning's pet.
Ding Ning, who was exhausted, was overjoyed. Although he didn't know why Zhai Ying and the other strange guys were stalling, he was happy to sing a duet with the zombie. They pretended to fight and took the opportunity to recover the physical strength they had consumed before.
Feeling his physical strength recovering slowly, Ding Ning regretted it. It seemed that he needed to put the elixir refining on the agenda as soon as possible. Otherwise, the speed of natural recovery would be too slow.
After getting the Blazing Dragon Furnace, he tried to refine elixirs several times. But, because he didn't have the skill to control fire, he stumbled and failed many times. Fortunately, they were all Human-level elixirs, and the medicinal materials used were not precious, so he didn't feel distressed.
Until he tried to control the Fire of the Underworld to refine elixirs. After refining more than a dozen times, he finally grasped the rules of refining elixirs, controlled the fire, and refined several furnaces of Human-level elixirs.
Unfortunately, Human-level elixirs were useless to him, so he simply gave them to Xiaoniu's family. For ordinary people, those elixirs that he didn't care about were magic elixirs. The parents and elders of Xiaoniu and the others were now young and looked like middle-aged people. It was estimated that they could live for another 70 or 80 years.
Only Earth-level elixirs were useful to warriors. Ding Ning had always been distressed about the medicinal materials. Before he was absolutely sure that he could control the Fire of the Underworld, he had never refined it.
However, it was only during the battle that he understood that an Earth-level pill that could recover one's physical strength could become a life-saving treasure during a battle. That was why he made up his mind to immediately refine an Earth-level pill after surviving this disaster.
Wu Liduo yawned and watched the lively fight between Ding Ning and the zombie with interest. The four elders of the Demon Cult also changed from being on the alert to holding their cheeks at this moment, with a look of despair on their faces.
The zombie's body was very strong, and Ding Ning's body was not weak either. There was no competition of martial arts skills or brilliant magic arts. The two of them just punched and kicked each other, which was too boring to watch.
Even the fight between the street gangsters was more interesting than the fight between them. At least the gangsters often broke their arms and legs, and their heads were cut open. At least, they looked a little brave.
But the fight between the two was just like the collision of two bulls. It looked powerful and earth-shattering, but after the collision, nothing happened. Then they collided again, and nothing happened again …
In a word, it was extremely boring. They all wished they could possess the zombie and kill Ding Ning quickly, so that they wouldn't have to worry about him here.
But Zhai Ying, the old guy, was watching them with relish and cheered loudly from time to time. If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't afford to provoke the Corpse-driven Sect, they really wanted to say, "Damn it, have you ever fought before?"
But they didn't know that Zhai Ying also had his own difficulties. He muttered in his heart, "Why the hell haven't they come yet? It's better to be stabbed than to wait for the knife to fall on my head. It's so f * cking torturous."
Ding Ning also muttered in his heart, "Luo Zhicheng has already informed his superiors. It's been almost half an hour. Why hasn't anyone come yet? Are all the people of the National Warrior's Mansion asleep?
Even if the people of the National Warrior's Mansion don't come, someone from the Seventeenth Department, the Bureau of Religions, and the National Security Agency can come here to inform me, and I'll have some idea. There must be a rule to fight or flee, right? "
Fortunately, Luo Zhicheng finally called a group of subordinates. According to Ding Ning's arrangement, Yagyuu Asamayu asked Luo Zhicheng's subordinates to arrange a hotel for these Childes and Misses. After all, if they were sent home in a coma, who knew what kind of misunderstanding would occur.
After they were sent away safely, Ding Ning strictly ordered Yagyuu Asamayu and Luo Zhicheng to leave first. Without any worries, he was completely relieved. While fighting, he looked for a chance to escape.
Yes, escape. Facing the siege of two martial artists at the peak of the Sky Martial Arts Realm and four martial artists at the late stage of the Sky Martial Arts Realm, even if the zombies turned around and launched an attack, he was not sure that he could defeat them.
Not to mention that he did not have the moral integrity of a warrior, even if he had the moral integrity of a warrior, he would not foolishly fight this uncertain battle. The only thing that worried him was that if he did not get rid of these guys, he was afraid that he would never have a peaceful day in the future.
Therefore, he tried his best to delay the time, hoping that a master of the National Warrior's Mansion would show his power and kill all these guys to get rid of the trouble forever.
As he waited anxiously, finally … someone came.
However, what made his intestines turn green was that the people who came were not the reinforcements he was hoping for, but his enemies.
Feng IX was a very common name, but it made people's hearts palpitate because he was a member of the Feng family and a master in the Real Martial Arts Realm.
His purpose of coming here was very simple. He wanted to teach Ding Ning a lesson for Feng Ni 'er, the First Miss of the Feng family, and take away the nonexistent treasure by the way.
After all, ever since the First Miss of the Feng family made her debut, she had never been so humiliated. She had been beaten black and blue by a person from the secular world. Where would the Feng family put their face?
Ding Ning was mad with hatred. If he had known that Feng Ni 'er was so narrow-minded, he would not have let her go back no matter what. He would have killed her on the spot. In any case, the Feng family could not avoid revenge.
It should be known that Wu Li Duo was afraid of Zhai Ying, but Feng Ni 'er did not take Zhai Ying seriously. As soon as he came up, he first sent the zombie flying, then broke Ding Ning's arm with a punch and kicked his leg so that he did not have the chance to run even if he wanted to.
In reality, Ding Ning had wrongly blamed Feng Ni 'er. Although he had made Feng Ni' er lose face, she really did not want to take revenge on him. Not to say that she had suddenly come to her senses, but at least she had regained Long Xiaotian's heart. In a way, she owed Ding Ning a favor.
However, the ancestor of the Feng family was not willing. His precious granddaughter had been beaten. If he did not get back at her, where would the Feng family's face go?
Therefore, Feng Jiu, who had secretly been thinking about the treasure, volunteered to help the eldest miss vent her anger and get back at the Feng family.
In the end, he went to Ninghai and searched for a few days before he found Ding Ning's address. When he was planning to break in at night to find Ding Ning, he accidentally saw the news and knew that Ding Ning had come to Yanjing. He immediately rushed over without stopping. Unexpectedly, when he was looking for Ding Ning everywhere, he found that Ding Ning was being besieged. This made him overjoyed. When he found that Zhai Ying and the others only had the cultivation of the Sky Martial Arts Realm, he boldly broke in and directly attacked.
He did what he said. He only wanted to teach Ding Ning a lesson and break one of his arms and one of his legs. If it was in normal times, this kind of injury was not important and Ding Ning would not take it to heart.
But the problem was that there were six people waiting to take his life. Therefore, at this moment, Ding Ning hated Feng Jiu and the Feng family to the bone.
His eyes flashed with a fierce light and he stared at Feng Jiu fiercely. "If I, Ding Ning, do not die today, one day, I will tear you into pieces and destroy the entire Feng family."
"You are not big, but you talk big. The Feng family is waiting for you."
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