Chapter: 3646
"I don't know why the three seniors of Piao Miao Sect came here?"
Wang Yan cupped his hands.
The red-faced monk glanced at him lightly, "What else can you do? Have you found Ning Beixuan's whereabouts?"
The elders of the Wang family looked a little ugly.
Wang Yan said in a low voice: "I have sent all the children of the Wang family to try my best to find the whereabouts of Ning Beixuan, but I still haven't got any information. I ask the three seniors to forgive me and allow some more time..."
"Give some more time? Hehe..."
Before the red-faced monk could speak, the middle-aged monk on the right sneered, "Seeing that Ning Beixuan is still in charge of the alchemist alliance, your royal family has not been wiped out. I will wait again and again." I gave you a chance once, but you can't find Ning Beixuan's whereabouts? Then according to the rules, your tribute this time is 50% more than last time."
A slight smile appeared on Wang Yan's face, "The tribute has already been prepared."
"Master!"
The elders of the major peaks quickly looked at Wang Yan. Now that the old foundation of the Wang family is about to be hollowed out, if such a generous tribute is given this time, even their cultivation resources will be somewhat insufficient.
"Oh? What's your opinion?"
The red-faced monk's eyes fell on Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong's face was a little ugly, and before he could speak, Wang Yan quickly smiled and said, "Senior, don't blame me. Please, the three seniors, check the tribute first."
After saying that, Wang Yan stepped forward and respectfully handed the red-faced monk a Qiankun ring. The red-faced monk swept away his divine sense, and all of it was filled with pills, celestial herbs, and some refining materials. Men Xianchao's harvest for a month, and these things, he only needs three people to share them equally, and he doesn't have to hand them in. Naturally, he is quite satisfied with this amount.
"That's right, for the sake of your sincerity, let's give you another two hundred years."
The red-faced monk smiled lightly.
Wang Yan was slightly taken aback, "Didn't it be more than five hundred years of grace last time..."
"Last time was the last time, do you have an opinion?"
The red-faced monk snorted coldly, and a faint force of creation emanated from his body, and everyone in the hall suddenly became serious. Seeing this, Wang Yan didn't even dare to speak.
The three sneered, got up and left. When one of them passed by Wang Zhong, he waved his hand lightly, and Wang Zhong flew upside down like a cannonball. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Everyone dared not speak out, but before the three of them reached the door, a figure appeared at the door, blocking the way of the three of them.
"It seems that your royal family is really going to rebel?"
When the three red-faced monks saw the figure at the gate, they stopped them straight away, and couldn't help but sneer.
"Which branch are you, you should retreat quickly!"
A flash of anger flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, and he appeared directly next to that figure, but when he saw the appearance of that figure clearly, he immediately swallowed the next words, and looked at that figure with some doubts.
"You, you are..."
Wang Yan's lips moved slightly.
After confirming what Dongfang Lingxuan said, Ning Qi did not hide his whereabouts and removed the disguise of his appearance. Although more than four thousand years have passed here, Ning Qi's appearance has not changed much.
Ning Qi glanced at Wang Yan indifferently. In more than three thousand years, he grew from nothing, and his current cultivation base is deeper than that of Xuanzhen Great Sage. It seems that he was beaten back to a child with divine grace. On the contrary, Wang Yan got a blessing in disguise, otherwise, with his original aptitude, let alone four thousand years, even if it was eight thousand years, he would at most be equal to the Xuanzhen Great Sage.
Ning Qi ignored Wang Yan, his eyes fell on the three red-faced monks, and he said lightly: "Are you monks from the Misty Sect?"