Chapter: 3835

There was another loud thunder in the sky.

"It's going to rain soon, those guys, are they going to come out again?"

A female cultivator stared blankly at the ruined temple, her eyes were a little sad, probably a friend had died here.

"It's here! Fortunately, I caught up!"

A familiar voice came from outside the door, and Tu Kong, Zhang Qinghua, and Ji Kui stepped inside, with expressions of joy on their faces. As soon as they entered the ruined temple, there were bean-sized raindrops outside, but these raindrops The color of the body is not transparent, but blood red, as bright as fresh blood!

Everyone swept Tu Kong 3

People glanced at it, curled their lips, and ignored it.

"Brother Tu Kong, there are seats here, let's sit here."

The seat Ji Kui chose was not far from Ning Qi. When the three of them came here, their expressions froze, and they looked at Ning Qi in disbelief.

"Xuan, Brother Xuanbei? You, why are you here?"

Tu Kong stared at Ning Qi dumbfounded, feeling incredible in his heart, how could Ning Qi, who had died long ago, reappear here?

Zhang Qinghua reacted very quickly, and secretly gave Ji Kui a wink, they had to guard against it, after all, Tu Kong betrayed Ning Qi earlier, if Ning Qi remembered it, he might take the opportunity to retaliate!

There was a hint of mockery in Ning Qi's eyes, and he smiled lightly: "I'm fast, aren't I?"

"This...haha, I knew Brother Xuanbei was fast enough to not die in the Valley of the Dead. I didn't expect that we would meet again. What a fate..."

Tu Kong nodded with a smile on his face, and then sat down with Zhang Qinghua and Zhang Qinghua, but he was afraid in his heart. What Ning Qi said just now was obviously mocking him at the time, using the excuse that Ning Qi was fast, and then put Ning Qi It was sold out neatly.

"Fifty, exactly fifty people. If someone comes, the number will be exceeded. But it has started to rain now, so no one should come in?"

Bu Shaofeng was nervous about the number of people, so he counted again.

As a result, he came here whatever he wanted, and a group of monks broke in outside the ruined temple, about a dozen of them. When Zhao Lang saw this group of monks, a gleam of joy appeared on his face.

"It was full of people..."

Xiao Wuye frowned.

"It doesn't matter if it's full, just throw a few people out."

Zhan Donglai sneered.

"You go and throw it away."

Fu Ji smiled.

"Amitabha."

Sakyamuni clasped his palms together.

Except for these four people, the other seven or eight people are also disciples of the seven major sects. It can be seen from their clothes that Zhao Lang and the three quickly got up and stepped forward.

"You escaped from that restriction? What about the others?"

Duanmu Chong asked with a frown.

"We are lucky, the first to come out, others should take a while."