Chapter: 1988

Ning Qi asked suddenly.

"Of course, the third senior brother was afraid that you would not find anyone when you came back, so he stayed in the Qixuan Gang all the time. After you left, Ziyun Gulong came to take revenge and was beaten back by the third senior brother."

Su Qingqing smiled.

"Thank you very much."

Ning Qi nodded movedly.

"Why are you being polite, Mr. Beixuan, to be honest, my future happiness depends on you!"

Su Qingqing said.

"How to say?"

Ning Qi was slightly taken aback.

Later, Su Qingqing said that she didn't want to marry Ma Yuansheng's grandson at all.

"Oh, as long as Miss Su's bloodline of the nine-tailed celestial fox reaches the peak and grows nine tails, she can refuse such a marriage openly? Don't worry, it's very simple."

Ning Qi smiled and comforted.

"Little Junior Sister, who is he?"

Suddenly, there was a figure in front of everyone, only a middle-aged man stared at Ning Qi coldly, and hummed to Su Qingqing.

"Big brother!"

Su Qingqing stuck out her tongue, a trace of fear flashed across her expression.

"Mr. Beixuan, this guy is my father's eldest disciple, Su Aori, he should have heard what you said just now, you have to be careful, he has great ambitions, although he has been practicing under my father's seat all the time, he can't do it every day. Every night I want to enter the Holy Land of the Qing Emperor, I suspect that this time I, Ma Yuansheng, will come to propose marriage, and he is the one who tipped off the news!"

Su Qingqing's voice rang in Ning Qi's ear.

Ning Qi smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "I'm at Xia Ning Beixuan."

"Ning Beixuan? Hmph, I haven't heard of it."

After Su Aori gave Ning Qi a cold look, his face showed a trace of disdain: "A mere three-star Dou Zun, how dare you brazenly instigate Junior Sister to divorce?"

"I think your age is not too young, why is it just a three-star fighting saint?"

Ning Qi looked at Su Aori and smiled lightly, without any trace of fear on his face.

Ning Qi could see through Su Aori's cultivation level at a glance. Although the fighting saints in Lingwu Continent must not be as weak as in Dongxuan Land, Ning Qi is also confident that if he tries his best, he may not be weaker than the other party!

After all, there are too many methods he can use. Twenty or so enhanced dragon-slaying bullets are enough for the opponent to drink a pot!

Are you old or young?

A mere three-star fighting saint?

Ning Qi's words, like a knife, pierced Su Aori's sore spot, and he immediately flew into a rage, and wanted to suppress Ning Qi on the spot.

Su Qingqing hurriedly said: "Eldest brother, he was invited by his father to come back as a guest, don't be impulsive!"

"Master please come back?"