Chapter: 5881

belly

Yan Zhibei's cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, and fell down his cheeks onto the table. He didn't dare to move, with a forced smile on his face, and he looked at Ning Qi from the corner of his eyes.

"Hehe, living people, I remember that I have never invited you this time. Who are you who dare to talk nonsense on my wedding? You can't find death."

Ximen Jing looked at the two of them coldly, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

After seeing clearly that the person speaking was Ning Qi, the other ghost kings suddenly showed a half-smile expression on their faces, as if they were watching the excitement.

As for Yun Buer from the Ghost Sect, he looked at Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei with a trace of dignity in his eyes, and glanced around at the same time.

"Did we find something wrong when we came here?"

Yun Buer said in a low voice.

The spirit-level masters at the same table looked at each other, and one of them said to Yun: "Elder Yun, do you suspect that these two people were sent by other sects to compete with us for business?"

Yun Buer nodded with a serious expression. Apart from this reason, he really couldn't figure out which spirit-level existence would dare to open his mouth to mock these thousand-year-old ghosts in today's situation

"Big talk"

Ning Qi shook his head with a smile, got up and walked towards the direction where Ximen Jing and the others were. Seeing this, the evil spirits present followed Ning Qi's figure closely, and there was a trace of curiosity in their hearts. He was so big, he dared to be so arrogant in front of dozens of ghost kings, and he didn't back down. Yan Zhibei also stood up when Ning Qi stood up, and he followed Ning Qi closely. He sat alone at the same table with so many spirit-level evil spirits, and it was a bit embarrassing for him. The current situation seemed to others to be a dead end, but Yan Zhibei knew that he had to keep up.

Ning Qi, it is possible to survive from death

Not long after, Ning Qi's figure walked into the group of ghost kings, and stared at Ximen Jing lightly, while the rest of the ghost kings also looked at the two of them with curious eyes.

"I told you that your death is imminent, you really don't believe it"

Ning Qi said with a smile.

Ximen Jing was taller than Ning Qi, with his head lowered, looking down at Ning Qi, he had a fierce look, but now he looked even more frightening because of the killing intent in his heart.

The living concubine in the ninety-eighth room he was about to marry was already trembling with fright because of Ximen Jing's aura, but she seemed to be able to sense that Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei were living people, so In addition to being afraid, there was also a hint of hope in the depths of his eyes looking at the two of them.

"Boy, tell me, which sect sent you from?"

Ximen Jing took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

When he was in the human world, he was just a beggar. After he died, he came to the underworld, step by step to achieve today's achievements, absolutely not relying on brute force, but the wisdom he accumulated during those years as a beggar. Just in the underworld, shine brilliantly

How could a living person without a backer provoke them, ghost kings, on such an occasion today?

"I'm just a first-order casual cultivator."

Ning Qi smiled.

"Casual Repair"

"When did casual cultivators become so bold?"

The curiosity in the eyes of the ghost kings from all walks of life is even more intense.

very.

Yun Buer frowned and looked at Ning Qi, and suddenly said: "If you are really a loose cultivator, you won't be able to leave today."

"Who Says I'm Going"