Chapter: 2011

In the land of Dongxuan, there are only a few hundred Dousheng with names and surnames. This is the total statistics of the entire Dongxuan land. If one of the top families, such as the Dongfang family, is singled out, there are only a few strong people at the Dousheng level. Thirteen people, if Emperor Dou doesn't come out, they are the strongest existence on the mainland, each one's status is extremely noble, and they don't show up all year round.

But the Holy Land of the Qing Emperor actually used Dou Sheng to visit the door, which is really staggering!

"City Master Su, there are still three days before the competition. For these three days, you will stay here for the time being. Except that you are not allowed to go to the forbidden area, you can visit my Holy Land of the Qing Emperor."

The old man led the crowd to a courtyard in a mountain range and smiled.

"Thank you, Elder King."

Su Lingfeng smiled slightly.

"City Master Su is polite."

Elder Wang smiled, explained a few more words, then turned and left.

The arrival of Ning Qi and others was noticed by the saints around them. Whether they were outer disciples, inner disciples, or true disciples, they all got the news almost immediately.

"Tell me, which of those people is Ning Beixuan?"

"I see that image."

Someone pointed to Dongfang Haohao.

"Well, indeed, the cultivation base is about the same as the rumors, it is Dou Zunjing."

The sons nodded in agreement.

As for Ning Qi, they subconsciously ignored it. It was because Ning Qi's aura was too weak, as weak as a mortal, and was mistaken by everyone for a servant or something.

"Brother Ning, many people outside are pointing at us."

Dongfang Haohao stood at the gate of the courtyard and said with a smile.

"Never mind."

Ning Qi smiled, turned around and entered the yard, he was going to study the secret technique that Xiao Liu taught him, three days was enough.

Just at this time, several figures suddenly came through the air and landed at the gate of the courtyard.

"It's Ma Handong!"

"Why is he here? Want to stand up for Ma Minrong?"

"Even Senior Sister Chenyuan fell into Ning Beixuan's hands. With Ma Handong's cultivation, he might not be able to do this, right?"

"It's hard to say, Ma Handong is better than Chenyuan. Judging by the fluctuations in his breath, it shouldn't be long before he breaks through to the Eight-Star Fighting Saint. Tsk tsk, the descendants of Ma Shengwang are all supreme talents. From now on, we Qing Emperor There may not be less than three Emperor Dou in the Holy Land surnamed Ma."

"I've been waiting to meet Senior Brother Ma."

The saint sons who were watching the excitement nearby stepped forward one after another and bowed their hands in salute.

Ma Handong nodded lightly, stared directly at Dongfang Haojie, and said, "You are Ning Beixuan? You caused my third brother's injury? You ruined his marriage?"

Ning Qi was already two meters tall, while Ma Handong was taller, about the same size as a basketball star on Earth, and about a head taller than Ning Qi.

Dongfang Haohao pouted innocently at Ning Qinu, and said, "Here, he is the one you are looking for."

"What?"