quack quack....

The sound that penetrated the soul made Ning Ke feel a little absurd: after all, this magical power of his own is difficult to break through and escape from the red-faced monster. Who would have thought that it would be broken like this?

Ning Ke's mind flowed, and this magical power was dispersed by him.

The next moment, he only felt a pain in his palm, which made him slightly startled.

He opened his palm to look, and found that a simple seal character was branded on his palm.

'angry....'

He whispered in his heart, and slowly clenched his fists, all kinds of thoughts flashed in his heart.

Because he remembered the information he got during his appraisal.

This crimson face is the key to unlocking somewhere.

If you kill it, you will get an unexpected harvest.

This 'anger' branded in his palm is probably the so-called key, right?

But the strength of this red-faced cunning is a real immortal cunning realm.

With such a strange realm, letting them, these innate warriors, participate in the performance of martial arts, isn't it bullying?

If it is true that only after killing this kind of weirdness can you get the reward, I am afraid this reward is quite rich.

Ning Ke thought so in his heart, and vaguely gave birth to some expectations.

At this moment, he vaguely noticed something, looked up, and couldn't help but be slightly taken aback:

Chapter 1 this time. Now he is no longer in the White City, but somehow, he has once again stood outside the gate of the White City.

The broken city gate still stands there firmly, and everything seems to have never happened.

If it is said, the only evidence that can prove that he has re-entered this Baicheng is the word 'anger' in his palm.

He wanted to enter it again, but found that for some reason, a barrier seemed to form in front of him, and he could no longer enter it.

This change made him frown slightly, and he was a little unclear.

.....

Outside, on the flying boat.

Boss Mo's sleeves were rolled up, and Mu Zongming's figure was dragged out of the water mirror by him.

The figure in the water mirror seemed to be aware of it. He raised his hand a little, and a phantom of Mu Zongming slowly condensed in the white city in the water mirror.

Strong sacrifice read sacrifice. Seeing this scene, Mo Lao snorted coldly, pointed at the figure and pressed it down.

A shrill cry came from the water mirror, the figure dissipated in a blink of an eye, and then slowly condensed in it.

Mu Zongming was on top of the flying boat, and the spear in his hand was still shaking.

His expression was quite determined, but there were still tears in his eyes.

After appearing on the deck, he only felt a little unreal, raised his eyes to look at the master not far away, and his tone was actually a little crying:

"Master..."

Seeing his disciple like this, Mo Lao knew that this was not the reason for his disciple, so he raised his hand to signal him to stop:

"It's alright, alright, run the hundred magic tricks I pass on to you, shut up and adjust your mood."

And like this, Mo Hongyi, who was not far away, covered his mouth and chuckled.

She wrapped the red silk upside down around Mo Hongyi's waist, brought it to her front, raised her finger and lightly placed it between her eyebrows.

After doing this, Hong Ling released it immediately, and sent it back to Old Mo's side again.

Mu Zongming hasn't recovered yet, he only feels a coolness in his mind, and the original unreasonable sadness has also been diluted.

He suppressed the horror in his heart and glanced at Mo Hongyi. Seeing that his eyes were always on his master, his mind moved, and a sentence came out for no reason:

"Master, is that Mistress?"

Mo Lao heard this, his face darkened, and he turned around with his hands behind his back:

"Don't talk nonsense, that is your uncle, the daughter of your ancestor, and the elder sister of the old man."

After hearing this, Mu Zongming raised his eyes to look at Mo Hongyi, and when he saw that he was smiling at him, he did not hesitate at all, and immediately stepped forward to bow down:

"Zong Ming has met Uncle Shi."

Seeing this, Mo Hongyi put a three-point smile on her brows, and raised her hand to help her.

She rolled her eyes at Mo Lao, pulled Mu Zongming to her side, raised her hand and rummaged through her sleeves for a while, took a foot of red silk and put it in Mu Zongming's hand.

"Good boy, you have better eyesight than your confused master.

This is an innate suppressor of my early years. If you tie your hair with it, you will be able to resist 99% of the soul attacks of the innate realm, that is, the soul attack of the Divine Soul Realm, and you can also resist the lesser 30%.

It seems to be so weird just now, and it can largely resist its influence on you.

If you don't think it looks good, you can also wrap it around your blade. It can stimulate the spirituality of your blade and coexist with it. The beauty of it is not enough for outsiders.

This disadvantage is not obvious, but it will make you lose ten hairs every day, and you will make a steady profit. "

"Thank you, uncle."

Hearing this, Mu Zongming also put it in his hair without hesitation. After thanking him back, he didn't say anything again.

And after Mu Zongming came out of it, another figure was pulled out by Mo Lao from the water mirror.

The man's face was full of fear, and Nuonuo stood there without saying a word.

Mo Lao took out an erhu string and tapped it on his head.

After his expression softened slightly, he immediately looked at Mo Hongyi and said:

"Do you know that Luan Erdong is so famous?

In the first game of martial arts, it was actually necessary to fight against the innate, so what kind of martial arts was this, it was clearly a death sentence. "

Mo Hongyi heard this, nodded slightly, but shook her head again.

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"I do know, but after asking my father.

Telling you then, it doesn't make sense anymore.

After all, if you watched the battle of the boy in Baicheng, you could vaguely guess the reason. "

After hearing this, Mo Lao's expression softened a little.

But in his heart, there is still a little anger.

After all, his Hengyue Mansion, because of this arrangement, lost a few people in vain.

His eyes turned to Ning Ke in the water mirror, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

All his thoughts and thoughts are still considered for Hengyue Mansion. He has already seen that it is impossible for Ning Ke to stay in Hengyue Mansion for a long time.

Although he said such a genius, he couldn't keep him after all.

At this time, Mo Hongyi raised his sleeves and rolled up all the water mirrors, took off the hairpin on his head, released his palm, and let it escape.

Seeing that the hairpin disappeared from her eyes, she looked at Mo Lao with a calm expression:

"This first round of martial arts is over, and I have to return to my life.

My father and I once said that if someone really succeeded, they would let me send a message to Xiaojianxian, and he would be able to receive the message after thinking about the scene of only a single stick of incense. "

After saying this, he stood there, waiting for Old Mo's response.

After hearing this, Mo Lao's expression didn't change. Seeing that he didn't leave, he finally spoke out of silence.

"understood."

Hearing such a response, Mo Hongyi's eyes flashed with disappointment, and then the figure disappeared in place.

Make a big tyrant. Seeing this, Mu Zongming took a step forward. Just as he was about to say something, he was slapped on the head by Mo Lao.

"Shut up."

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