Chapter: 1186

"Don't worry, it won't be so smooth for him to go to the Bauhinia Dragon Clan this time."

Nu Tao sneered, turned and left.

Huaxi Ri and Hua Wushang were slightly taken aback when they heard the words, and their eyes were full of joy.

………

"That guy, why haven't you come out yet!"

Wuma Fengling has been waiting for a long time in the Yunqi Sect's Outer Sect Mountain Range. She has seen Yunqi Sect's outer sect disciples coming in and out all day long, but Ning Qi is not among them. The more she waits, the more anxious her heart becomes. She is extremely anxious now. Want to understand, how did Ning Qi survive under her sword?

Suddenly, Wuma Fengling saw a battleship flying out from Yunqizong, and there were two figures standing in front of the battleship, one of them was the guy she had been waiting for for a long time, day and night!

Wuma Fengling subconsciously wanted to make a move, but suddenly found that there was a Dou Zong standing beside Ning Qi, and the appearance of the battleship brought her back to her senses.

"The Battleship of Fury! This is the battleship of Yun Qizong Tsing Yi Elder Fu Tao!"

A flash of Wu Maji's memory welled up. As a killer, her grandfather not only taught her how to kill, but also taught her a lot of common sense in Dongxuan Land, and information about various people, so that she would not accidentally hit the iron plate, Among them, there is information about Raging Waves.

Wuma Fengling stomped her feet angrily, used a secret technique to hide her figure, and followed the Stormrage Battleship, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

………

"Are you going to the Bauhinia Dragon Clan this time to rescue Elder Shentu?"

Xia Bing said lightly.

"Um."

Ning Qi nodded.

"If you need help, just say it."

Xia Bing smiled slightly, turned and left.

"Elder Xia Bing, is it possible that he likes Master?"

Ning Qi turned his head to look at her back, lost in thought.

………

The southernmost part of the land of Dongxuan, this place is known as the Southern Desolation, there are many monsters and beasts, there is no human empire, and there are no human sects. There are hundreds of dragon races, ranging from the first level to the eighth level. Even so, there are also many masters who come here in an endless stream for the rich cultivation resources here.

Over time, these masters gathered together to form forces of various sizes.

However, no matter whether it is monsters, dragons, or these human masters, they must pay tribute to the master of this place, the Bauhinia Dragon Clan every year!

Otherwise, they will not be eligible to survive.

At this time, a battleship entered the sky above the Southern Desolate territory. This battleship was so huge that the humans or monsters underground could feel a faint coercion from such a distance.

"It's Yun Qizong's tribute team."

"Well, it's almost time, but they have to pay ten times the tribute this time, hehe, I don't know if they can get it together?"

"Who made Yun Qizong produce a lunatic, mere Dou Zong, who dared to attack the Bauhinia Dragon Clan, and now he is being suppressed by Jing Wuming, if Yun Qizong doesn't gather all the tributes, the end will be very bleak..."

On the ground, several Douhuang looked at the battleship and exchanged in low voices. Beside them lay several sixth-rank monsters.