Chapter: 3133

Tang Xiaoyin stared dumbfounded at the monk who recognized Ning Qi's identity first.

"It must be Patriarch Beixuan. I won't admit it wrong. It's normal if you don't recognize him. After all, Patriarch Beixuan looked different at that time than now, and his flesh and blood were not full enough, but I was the first person who came here. The first batch of monks has seen the beginning of the ancestor Beixuan's condensed dharma, he must be the ancestor of Beixuan, and the senior Jianxilai let him in, this is the proof!"

The monk said firmly.

"It turned out to be him! It turned out to be him! I must compete with him!"

Tang Xiaoyin's eyes revealed a frenzied fighting spirit, he had already forgotten that Jian Xilai, who was ranked ninth just now, was frightened by just a breath. Not to mention Ning Qi, who is ranked eighth?

………

Ning Qi looked at Jian Xilai indifferently, his expression remained unchanged, but his heart began to slander, how could a man be so beautiful in this world? This guy, can't he be a base?

After a few breaths, Ning Qi smiled and said, "Brother Jian, you told me to come back to you after killing someone, but do you have something to tell me?"

At that time, if Jian Xilai hadn't made a move, Xiaoyue'er and the others would have been killed by Wang Lan, Jiuyou Abandoned Disciple and others, so Ning Qi had a little gratitude for Jian Xilai in his heart.

"It took five or six years to kill a few people. Compared with your father, you are not as good as you are."

As soon as Jian Xilai spoke, Ning Qi frowned slightly. He didn't feel unhappy, but...Jian Xilai's tone seemed to know his father?

"Brother Sword..."

Ning Qi said.

Jian Xilai stretched out his hand to interrupt Ning Qi, and after glancing at Ning Qi a few times, her figure suddenly changed. The Adam's apple on her neck gradually faded away, and her chest slowly bulged.

"Call me, Aunt Jian."

Jian Xilai said calmly.

"Aunt Jian? Is she a woman?"

Ning Qi was slightly taken aback, looking at Jian Xilai with strange eyes, from this address, he was sure that Jian Xilai must know his parents.

"You... know my parents?"

Ning Qi frowned slightly.

Jian Xilai nodded lightly: "Well, I did know your parents, otherwise, you thought I would protect you more than a hundred years ago... Are you a confidante?"

Speaking of this, a hint of sarcasm curled up on the corner of her mouth, she looked Ning Qi up and down, and said: "You are the same as your father, no, you are more affectionate than your father, so many confidante, can you bear it?" ?”

"you misunderstood."

Ning Qi smiled and shook his head, but he heard some special meaning from Jian Xilai's words.

"Misunderstood?"

Jian Xilai's expression obviously didn't believe Ning Qi's explanation, but she didn't intend to delve into it. Instead, she hesitated and asked in a low voice, "How are your father... and your mother?"

"I was fostered since I was born, and I haven't seen them yet. I don't know if they are good or not, but I know they must still be alive."

Ning Qi said.

"Well, he didn't die so easily."

A look of disappointment flashed in Jian Xilai's eyes, and then he nodded, agreeing with Ning Qi's speculation.