Chapter: 2192

Mo Sheng glanced at Ning Qi, who was sitting on the golden throne with his legs crossed, with some trepidation, and said in a deep voice.

At the same time, his ears moved slightly, and he had heard Venerable Hongmeng's voice transmission, telling Ning Qi's origin, Mo Sheng's face became even more gloomy.

"You almost know who I am, don't you? Stop talking nonsense, you are not my opponent, go and call Xu Zhen, only him, I can barely stand up and play with him."

Ning Qi laughed.

"hiss……"

Everyone gasped.

This guy is not even afraid of Mo Sheng and the others?

"Rampant boy."

The Fighting Saint next to Mo Sheng sneered, as if he wanted to make a move, but Mo Sheng stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Senior Brother Mo Sheng, you are not intimidated by him, are you?"

The corner of the Fighting Saint's mouth curled up with a hint of disdain.

Seeing this, the other Fighting Saint didn't say a word. He always felt that Ning Qi was a bit weird, especially the throne under his buttocks, which faintly made him feel palpitations.

Not to mention him, even Xu Zhen would feel palpitations when he saw Wang Pin's soul. This is the crushing of the soul and has nothing to do with cultivation!

"He called the master's full name, obviously relying on it. If we act without authorization, there may be accidents. I have already sent a message to the master. He will come right away, and then we will argue with this son!"

Mo Sheng said.

"good!"

Hearing the words, the Fighting Saint nodded with a sneer. He glanced at Ning Qi unscrupulously, and deliberately stayed a few more breaths in places like his neck and heart.

But when he found that Ning Qi was not only not afraid, but looked at him with a half-smile, the fighting saint suddenly let out a cold snort: "I hope you can continue to sit when my master comes."

With the help of Mo Sheng and the others, the nine Hongmeng Venerables got better from their injuries, and at least they could stand up. At this moment, they were all standing behind the three of Mo Sheng with sullen faces, not knowing what they were thinking in their hearts.

As for Tuba, he didn't run away, but took the opportunity to hide behind Venerable Hongmeng and others, which would make him feel safer.

Before Ziyang Sword Emperor came, Ning Qi's soul had penetrated into the earth. After searching around, remembering a few mines where middle-grade refining stones might appear, a familiar figure came through the air and landed on the ground. Mo Sheng's side.

The appearance of this middle-aged man is very ordinary, except that there seems to be a scar at the corner of his mouth, which is a bit like a sword wound. In addition, his hair is black and smooth, and he is taller than ordinary people. The purple robe inlaid with gold, around his waist, hung a scabbard, which was empty.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Purple Sun Sword Emperor!"

Mo Sheng, Venerable Hongmeng, and the miners here all bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man.

Ziyang Sword Emperor glanced at them lightly, and when he saw the golden throne under Ning Qi's buttocks, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and finally, his eyes fell on Ning Qi.

"You are really brave, dare to appear here?"

The corners of Ziyang Sword Emperor's mouth rose slightly.

"Here I come and go whenever I want, who can stop me?"