"you……"

When Ning Fengzhi heard An Bufan's words, his pupils suddenly shrank, and their eyes widened.

An Bufan patted Ning Fengzhi's shoulder and slowly stood up and said, "Sect Master Ning think about it."

"If the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect is not there, it will be gone, but some people may become playthings on the palms of others."

"Don't doubt what I said, Sect Master Ning should know about me."

"Hahaha..."

Turning around, laughing and leaving, returned to the center of the hall and sat down on his throne.

Wow!

An Bufan’s palm rose at this time with a milky white flame.

The flame was only the size of a fist, and when it appeared in the palm of the hand, the strong in the hall changed color at this time.

Because, from the milky white flame, they sensed a powerful and dangerous aura.

Destroy, fiery.

Able to burn everything, An Bufan grasped this demon-cleaning lotus fire, and muttered: "Sect Master Ning think about it carefully! Ten minutes, I will only talk to you for ten minutes."

"If ten minutes later, if Sect Master Ning's answer is not satisfactory to me? Then I can only say goodbye to you. Your wife will be taken care of by me."

Speaking of the last time, a lewd smile on his face really played the villain to the fullest.

No... when it's not acting, he's the villain.

"The countdown begins now."

...

Er Ming looked at the milky white flame above An Bufan's palm in horror at this time. If Er Ming remembered correctly, this was already the fourth flame that An Bufan showed.

The green flame was given to Ah Yin, and the golden flame was given to Bibi Dong. I heard that there was also a blue flame in the Great Enshrinement of Qian Daoliu, which was also given by "Chihiro Ji".

Er Ming really can't think of how many terrifying flames does this "Chihiro Ji" have?

How can one be more terrifying than one.

...

The atmosphere in the hall became abnormally silent, all of them were waiting for Ning Fengzhi's answer.

Ning Fengzhi's face was extremely ugly at this time, and he didn't know what to choose.

He can die, or the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect does not need to, they can all die for the dignity of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

But thinking of the last words of "Chihiro Ji", Ning Fengzhi was quite unwilling.

If other people, Ning Fengzhi would not believe it at all, but who is "Chihiro Ji"?

People who don't even let go of their own disciples, I heard that even soul beasts are there, and it's normal for a beast like "Chihiro Ji" to be greedy for other people's wives.

Thinking of myself dead, my wife was lying in someone else's arms.

Moreover, his wife is pregnant now, thinking that her child will be called someone else's father in the future.

Ning Fengzhi was quite unwilling and angry in his heart.

As the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, Ning Fengzhi felt for the first time that he was so small and helpless.

"Hey……"

Ning Fengzhi sighed in his heart, he didn't even know how to choose.

...

Tick!

Tick!

Tick!

Time is passing, one minute after another, from seconds to minutes.

"Time is up."

Ten minutes is short, at least short for An Bufan. But for Ning Fengzhi and other experts in the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, it was a kind of torture. Every minute and every second he experienced was a kind of torture, and the feeling of time was like a year.

An Bufan played with the milky white Jinglian Demon Fire, and looked at Ning Fengzhi with a torch-like stare: "How is Sect Master Ning thinking about it?"

"Submission? Or death?"

An Bufan's voice sounded, although it was not a loud voice, but it fell into the ears of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect powerhouse in the hall like a demon's voice.

The devil's voice that reaps life.

All of them were quite nervous in their hearts waiting for Ning Fengzhi's answer, and their lives were controlled by Ning Fengzhi's words at this time.

His choice will determine their lives.

"Hey……"

Ning Fengzhi sighed and looked at An Bufan and said, "Your Excellency, do I have to choose?"

"So, what is your decision?"

Ning Fengzhi: "I agree that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School submits to the Wuhun Hall and becomes a subsidiary force of the Wuhun Hall."

Ning Fengzhi knew that he had no choice at all. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of being greened!

Think about your own wife lying in someone's arms after you die, and your child calling someone else's father.

I feel like a green grassland above my head. Therefore, he chose to surrender.

Compared to death, he was more afraid of being green.

Therefore, surrender is his choice.

Isn't it fragrant to live?

An Bufan put away the milky white lotus demon fire he was playing with, and looked at Ning Feng with a smile: "Sect Master Ning's choice really pleases me."

When the voice fell, the coercion that had enveloped Ning Fengzhi's body suddenly disappeared.

Ning Fengzhi felt his body lighter and he was able to move again. Ning Fengzhi said quite intriguingly, "Thank you, Your Excellency, the Pope."

An Bufan smiled and said, "What the family said to thank you, isn't it?"

"family?"

When Ning Fengzhi heard An Bufan's words, he was quite puzzled. But still didn't think much.

An Bufan looked at the Qibao Glazed Tile School around the main hall and said in a deep voice, "Sect Master Ning said that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School surrendered to my Spirit Hall and became a subsidiary force of my Spirit Hall. Any of you present have any opinions?"

"Stand up if you have an opinion, let's talk about life and what we feel."

"I have no comment."

"I have no comment."

"I have no comment."

...

The Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect experts in the main hall said at the same time.

have opinions?

Who has an opinion among them?

Even the suzerain chose to surrender. Who among them would think his life was too long?

Isn't it fragrant to live?

And, there is, that is.

The dissatisfied stand up, they are all under strong pressure at this time, kneeling down, they can't move at all.

Why stand out?

Not to mention that they don't want to stand up, but even thinking about their bodies restricts them.

Stand out?

Dreaming!

An Bufan: "It's fine if you don't have any comments."

When the words fell, the coercion enveloped in the hall was recovered at this moment.

The depressive atmosphere disappeared, and the strong man in the hall felt his body loose.

Hurriedly said to An Bufan: "I'm waiting, thank you, the Pope."

When the words fell, they got up one after another.

An Bufan watched Ning Fengzhi slightly clasped his fists, and said, "Sect Master Ning can't help it. He just broke through to level ninety-nine, and his breath is a bit uncontrollable. It broke your throne. I'm really sorry."

"This is an apologize!"

An Bufan seemed to have forgotten everything that happened just now, only remembering that he broke Ning Fengzhi's throne.

Controlling his own throne, and finally replacing the broken throne with a sincere appearance.

...

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