The ancient city at night is still full of flowers, with shadows gathering on the streets, and there are monks coming and going, mostly dusty, and they like to come from afar, with many people with profound knowledge of Taoism.

Perhaps this ancient city is not far from the Yaochi Holy Land, so it is so lively that most of the monks who are busy with dust come to attend the Yaochi event and pass through this ancient city.

At the tea stall, Ye Chen and the others were still drinking tea.

King Qi did not tell Ye Chen to steal the treasure. He held his head aside and was very weak. He would sometimes look at Ye Chen with a hurried look, hoping that Ye Chen would return his treasures as he could.

He was looking at Ye Chen, but Ye Chen was looking at Ji Ningshuang. She was still like a diligent scholar, still reading books, as if she didn't care about the troubles in the world at all.

And her state of mind was like a calm water surface without any turmoil, just like she had seen the ancient holy body and the Six Paths of Immortal Ring Angles before, without showing any surprise from beginning to end.

If it were someone else, if she saw the ancient holy body and the Six Paths of Immortal Eyes, she would probably have screamed, but she was like nothing else. She would not have this state of mind just because she was not.

"It's even more important to the previous life." Ye Chen lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea. He came to the world of the heavens and the ten thousand realms. Among the people of the same level, Ji Ningshuang, the reincarnated person in front of him, was the only person he feared.

After watching it in the middle of the night, he also guessed some clues, that was Ji Ningshuang's talent, which must be very ignorant of the heavens. Her understanding of Tao has also reached the realm of transformation. The so-called bloodline is irrelevant to her. Her Tao is to return to nature in the ordinary.

After slowly retracting his thoughts, he began to think about the fact that memory of the fairy light was invalid. Why did it fail to work with Ji Ningshuang? The memory of the fairy light was clearly in her divine sea, but it did not work at all.

"What's the matter in this book? I'm so fascinated by reading it." The bored King Qi was unwilling to be lonely. He looked at the ancient book in Ji Ningshuang's hand, but there was no trace of it.

"This is a god! You can even read it without words." King Qi grinned.

"The world is never short of talents." Ye Chen said casually, and glanced at Ji Ningshuang in a slight way. He knew that although she was reading a book without words, she realized the supreme Tao.

"When it comes to talents, the goddess of Yaochi is the real talent." King Qi sighed and slapped, "I don't want to have a good fairy body in Yaochi, I have to abandon it, I am not as willful as I am."

"What does it mean to abandon the fairy body of Yaochi?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at King Qi.

"Have you heard of it? The goddess of Yaochi used to be the immortal body of Yaochi, which was a bloodline that was against the sky, not weaker than the holy body." King Qikuankuan said, and kept sighing as he said, "But guess what the goddess of Yaochi did. She actually abandoned the immortal body and turned into an ordinary bloodline."

"This is actually something else." Ye Chen touched his chin, "This Yaochi Goddess is fresh."

"Don't give it to me! Wasting." King Qi whispered, "A wholesale son."

"The Book of Heaven without Words." As soon as King Qi finished speaking, Ye Chen heard a gentle murmur in the crowd, his tone was filled with surprise. Although the voice was low, it was still captured by him.

Then, he saw a purple-haired old man coming over, first glanced at Ye Chen and King Qi, and finally his eyes fell on Ji Ningshuang. To be precise, it was on the wordless book in her hand. It was vaguely visible that the old eyes and greed flashed by.

"The Book of Heaven without Words?" Ye Chen glanced at the old man with purple hair, and his eyes also fell on the ancient book in Ji Ningshuang's hand. Only then did he realize that the book had hidden mystery, not as simple as it seemed.

"This book can be sold, I have bought it, you can offer it as much as possible." The old man with purple hair spoke and stared at Ji Ningshuang. Although his words were discussing, his tone had majesty and a little commanding meaning, just because Ji Ningshuang was at the quasi-saint level, and he was a powerful quasi-saint king.

"I won't sell things from my ancestors." Ji Ningshuang raised her head and smiled politely.

"Isn't you really going to sell it?" The old man with purple hair narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone became colder.

“Not selling.”

"I'm shameless." The old man with purple hair snorted coldly and immediately raised his hand and grabbed it.

"Damn, I'm still robbing him." King Qi cursed, but ran faster than anyone else. He turned around and whispered, "Fuck him, you must fuck him."

Ye Chen and Ji Ningshuang and the others ignored the guy directly and hid out before the old man with purple hair fell. At a good tea stall, they were crushed into ashes by the old man with purple hair.

"Give it a book, I will spare you." The old man with purple hair showed his fierce light and stared at Ji Ningshuang.

"The things from our ancestors are indeed not sold." Ji Ningshuang smiled gracefully.

"In this way, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless." The old man with purple hair snorted coldly and crushed him with a palm. The quasi-saint king had a very strong pressure. Before he could fall, the earth had collapsed.

Ji Ningshuang was calm and did not retreat or flash. She slapped her crystal jade hand and the seemingly ordinary palm actually merged with hundreds of changes, all of which turned into ordinary in evolution.

boom!

The two palms collided, and the roar suddenly started. The world was in chaos. The pavilions within a radius collapsed in an instant. Many people who watched the show were caught in the air when they were not careful.

With a strong blow, Ji Ningshuang stood still as though she had not moved, just like a weak scholar, standing quietly.

Looking at the old man with purple hair, he was in a state of embarrassment. Ji Ningshuang was so shocked that he groaned. Every time he took a step back, he would step on the ground with a deep footprint. When he stopped, blood was still overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his dry palms became bloody and bones.

hiss!

Seeing this scene, there were gasping sounds everywhere. A quasi-saint king was beaten by a quasi-saint's palm and was completely defeated by a quasi-saint. Ji Ningshuang's combat power was a monster.

Ji Ningshuang has turned around and does not like fighting.

kill!

The old man with purple hair roared angrily, refused to give up, and rushed over, with a hideous face like a demon.

Who is he? He is a real quasi-saint king, a giant lord, and has always been superior. He has never lost face in public, and the other party is just a quasi-saint.

The war started immediately, and the movement and stillness were quite large, and the attics turned into ashes.

Ji Ningshuang climbed into Xutian in one step, as if she didn't want to affect the innocent.

The old man with purple hair chased and moved his magic weapon, which was a terrifying holy king soldier.

The sky roared, shaking the world and turbulent.

It can be seen that Ji Ningshuang, the quasi-saint-level, has the upper hand. Her combat power is so strong that she is very powerful. Although her magical powers are ordinary, their power is powerful, making the opponent unable to turn over.

Everyone raised their heads, their eyes shining, and they were shocked, looking at Ji Ningshuang like a monster, "I clearly look at ordinary people, why are they so strong?"

"Such combat power is comparable to the previous ancient holy body, and even the qualification to compete with the goddess of Yaochi." Too many people were amazed and had a high evaluation of Ji Ningshuang.
Chapter completed!