Chapter: 3770

The red-faced man looked at Ning Qi with a smile that was not a smile, and said: "The young master said that he has not seen you for many years, and he wants to catch up with you. Please give me some face."

"Where are you going?"

Ning Qi laughed.

"Today, there are several alien races fighting in the arena. The young master invites you to watch the battle together. Please come with me..."

The red-faced strong man smiled, and the rest of the monks took a step forward, blocking Ning Qi's way, with a faint smile on their faces, but their eyes were full of malicious looks.

"Let's go then."

Ning Qi smiled and nodded.

Under the leadership of the red-faced brawny man, the crowd came to a bustling arena. Before entering, they could hear loud applause from time to time. , the young master of Mingdao Xianchao, the seat he is sitting in is naturally the highest and best place in the arena. The crowd in the arena is turbulent, and almost everyone has crazy looks in their eyes. The figure cheered up.

"Young master, someone brought it."

The red-faced monk smiled.

Wu Wei nodded with a light smile. He was not the only one sitting here, there were more than a dozen monks, both men and women, some of whom were already the creators of the apocalypse, and some of them were half-step creators.

When their eyes fell on Ning Qi, there was a trace of scrutiny, and there were two pairs of eyes, but they were quite weird.

"Ning... junior brother?"

A woman exuding a mature aura looked at Ning Qi with some uncertainty. Beside her, sat a young monk whose appearance was quite familiar to Ning Qi. Unexpectedly, the two finally came together.

Ning Qi nodded with a smile and said, "Senior Sister Mu, long time no see."

"Is it really you?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Mu Qiuchan's eyes.

"Brother Ning, come on, sit down first!"

Wu Wei smiled and pointed to an empty seat next to him.

After Ning Qi sat down, Wu Wei introduced to Ning Qi the backgrounds of the monks around him, all of whom had extraordinary backgrounds, and then Wu Wei suddenly smiled and said: "Everyone, you don't know, this Brother Ning, once lived in Qinglong Continent He is known as Ning Shashen, and in those years, he killed the monks in Qinglong Continent who were so frightened that they dared not go out, and his combat power was extremely strong, unparalleled!"

"Oh? Is it so strong?"

Everyone looked at Ning Qi with half a smile.

Before that, they had actually been notified by Wu Wei that they were going to teach an old friend a lesson today, and it must have been this guy.

"Hehe, don't you believe it? Wudao was also defeated by him at the beginning. He was already a proud figure, but he reached the early stage of the Faxiang Realm before he was seven hundred years old. In the end, he was punched by Brother Ning and turned into a samsara. Little boy who can't even talk, I have never heard of such a method until now, and I have never seen it before!"

Wu Wei smiled.

"Beating into a child who can't even speak? This method is a bit interesting."

The creators of the catastrophe paid Ning Qi a few glances.

Mu Qiuchan's face changed slightly, and she glanced at Wu Wei with some displeasure, which pot is not open and which pot is it? She subconsciously looked at Fengyun Wudao beside her, and she found that his expression had changed slightly.

"Brother Ning, although I don't remember you, I still want to thank you for being merciful at the beginning, otherwise I might not be able to do it today."

Come together with Qiu Chan. "