Chapter: 2872

With a look of fear on Wang Mu's face, he told the story in detail, including his own guesses.

After Wang Xuanlong heard that Ning Qi was a body-refining cultivator, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. After all, there are very few human races who choose to take this path. He has lived for so many years, and he has only seen three or four. As far as he knows, Those guys are already dying of old age, and they will not be able to break through to the Faxiang Realm until they die!

"You asked your elder brother to kill this son for you that day, but after your elder brother went out, he never came back. Wang Long, the grandson of Wang Si of the Ninety-nine Academy, also invited killers from Mosha Hall. Those killers , didn’t come back either?”

Wang Xuanlong asked indifferently.

"yes."

Wang Mu lowered his head.

Snapped!

Wang Mu's figure suddenly rotated 720 degrees in the air, and then fell heavily on the ground. Half of his face swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You should have told me in the first month, instead of delaying until now!"

Wang Xuanlong looked at Wang Mu coldly.

"Father, I know my mistake."

Wang Mu turned over and knelt in front of Wang Xuanlong, bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Follow me to the Ninety-ninth Courtyard. I want to ask the priest of Beixuan to find out. If he killed Wang Xiao, he will naturally pay for it with blood."

Wang Xuanlong said coldly.

"But, father, his alchemy attainments are so strong that even Nalan Danzong personally met him..."

Wang Mu hesitated a little, he just deliberately showed a cautious look, hoping that his father could see that this would reduce his anger towards him.

Snapped!

Wang Mu flew into the sky again, spun a few times and landed heavily on the ground.

His other face, which was originally intact, also quickly swelled up. Wang Mu looked at Wang Xuanlong in horror. At this moment, he felt that his father really wanted to kill him.

"It doesn't matter how strong alchemy is, as long as I am not a cultivator in the Faxiang Realm, as a disciple of the master's courtyard, I can kill you at any time!"

Wang Xuanlong looked at Wang Mu coldly.

"Yes, Dad, the child understands."

Wang Mu nodded aggrieved.

Ninety-nine courtyards.

main peak.

Today Wang Si and several other elders gathered here, and their direct descendants stood behind each other respectfully. On the central seat was a young man who seemed to be only about 30 years old.

"Brother, can't you break through the middle stage of the Faxiang Realm this time?"

Wang Si looked at the young man and asked in a low voice.

This person is none other than Wang Hai, the master of the Ninety-Nine Houses who has been practicing in seclusion. His cultivation has reached the peak of the early Dharma Realm. A hundred years ago, he began to try to break through the middle Dharma Realm, but he has not been able to do so.

Wang Hai sighed lightly: "It's still a hair's breadth away."