Chapter 167 Zhan Zheng Ji

Zhao Jingtian's face changed and quickly rushed to Mrs. Ning's room.

At the door of Mrs. Ning's room, Ning Lingxi stood in a daze. On the ground in front of her, a bowl broke into several tablets and the medicine was spilled on the ground.

Zhao Jingtian looked in the direction of Ning Lingxi's eyes. Mrs. Ning's seven orifices were bleeding, and her death was very miserable!

After being stunned for a long time, Ning Lingxi suddenly shouted hoarsely, "Mother--!"

Bean's tears fell desperately, and Ning Lingxi still dared not take a step forward. She couldn't believe that her mother was fine at the moment before, and now she has left her!

Zhao Jingtian hugged Ning Lingxi tightly and didn't let her look at her mother again.

Ning Baiyi also followed. As soon as he saw Mrs. Ning's appearance, there was no expression on her face. He checked a little and said slowly, "broken intestines, there is no solution."

Zhao Jingtian didn't say anything, but gently pressed the back of Ning Lingxi's neck, and the emotional Ning Lingxi suddenly fell asleep.

After Zhao Jingtian picked up Ning Lingxi, put Ning Lingxi back into his room, and quickly returned to Ning Baiyi and said coldly, "Old man, are you really willing to let the Lingxi family die in front of me!"

Ning Baiyi's face turned cold: "Huh! I didn't do it this time! Besides, it's only your fault!"

Zhao Jingtian said angrily, "What do you mean? Did I still hurt Aunt Ning?

"What do you think?" Ning Baiyi asked, "You killed my eldest son, and his wife and children can't find anyone to take revenge. This account naturally counts on the head of you. I think it's not Xiaoru who is going to poison them, but lingxi!"

Zhao Jingtian's whole body seems to be covered by the cold air: "Ning Baiyi, I even kill your remaining three grandchildren now. Are you okay?"

Ning Baiyi's eyes emitted a strange light: "What do you think? As long as it doesn't miss my big deal!"

Zhao Jingzhen doesn't know what to say to this old man: even his close relatives can be abandoned, just for the illusory elixir of immortality. Does it make sense for this kind of person to live!?

"Is it meaningful to live alone?" Zhao Jingtian asked softly.

Ning Baiyi's face became extremely strange and even a little ferocious: "Why is it meaningless? Everything is fake, and only living is the most real! No matter how much money you have, no matter how powerful you are, as long as you die, everything will become someone else's! You are still young, and naturally you don't understand how terrible death is to them when they get old! You can no longer see, hear, feel nothing. That boundless sense of darkness surrounds you. Do you understand that feeling? I seem to be able to see my body lying in the cemetery, slowly rotting, being eaten by insects such as termites until it becomes a pile of white bones! A hundred years of life is fleeting. Who in the world doesn't want to live forever!?

Zhao Jingtian closed his eyes, as if thinking about Ning Baiyi's words. There is no one else here. Maybe Ning Baiyi has been depressed for a long time, so he said such a lot of words.

After saying that, Ning Baiyi quickly returned to his normal state: "The fourth fire is in Biluo Lake, Xuantian. I will take good care of Xiaoru's body. You can do it yourself."

After saying that, Ning Baiyi left Zhao Jingtian and took care of Mrs. Ning's body.

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A few days later, Zhao Jingtian and Ning Lingxi appeared in Mingren Medical Center. Ning Lingxi looked at the familiar back with a haggard face, and her eyes were full of tears: "Father, why don't you go home..."

Ning Feng turned around and looked at Zhao Jingtian and Ning Lingxi indifferently: "Are you here? Aru also left, didn't he?"

Ning Lingxi's heart fell to the bottom of the ice again: "Father, why? Can you tell me why?

Ning Feng's voice lost its former softness, and some were just indifferent: "Nothing, as long as Zhao Jingtian is alive, everyone will have hope, right?"

Ning Lingxi wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Zhao Jingtian: "Don't say, let Uncle Ning stay here. Lingxi, let's go.

Looking at the two leaving figures, Ning Feng's lips squirmed a few times, but never said anything.

Behind him came Ning Bairen's gentle sigh.

Zhao Jingtian and Ning Lingxi had just arrived at the gate of the city of freedom. One person bumped into Zhao Jingtian head-on. Ning Lingxi was still unconscious and unconscious.

Zhao Jingtian gently opened the note in his hand and saw a sneer at the corners of his mouth. With a pinch, the paper ball was instantly ground into powder.

The two were a few miles away from the city, where Zhao Jingtian met Ning Lingxi for the first time, and Zhao Jingtian stopped there.

"Ringxi, are you all right?" Zhao Jingtian's voice was like a spring breeze. Ninglingxi slowly came back to her senses and nodded: "Hmm."

"That's good." Zhao Jingtian said, "Wait a minute, maybe we are going to kill again."

Ning Lingxi looked puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, but I just want this boy's life!" One person walked slowly. This man's voice is like a bell, but there is endless anger in his voice.

Zhao Jingtian said with a smile, "Master Zheng of Mixed Yuantang, although we met for the first time, I have been looking forward to your name for a long time."

Zheng Ji snorted, "You're welcome. I should have said this."

Zhao Jingtian looked left and right and asked curiously, "Where did the people you ambush here go?"

Zheng Ji looked angry: "Aren't you asking knowingly? My people came out of the mixed yuan hall and ambushed here only half now!"

Zhao Jingtian had a faint smile on his face: "Your Excellency used the killer group to deal with us, and we are just learning from you. Seeing you in person, it is probably because of the death of your children that you are so irrational. To tell you the truth, I didn't do that. Believe it or not, it's up to you. I have offended Wu Hanyan and killed your beloved Tieqian. I don't care about such a reason to offend you.

Zheng Ji couldn't listen to Zhao Jingtian's words at all: "No matter how clever you say, I will leave your life here today!"

"Ringxi, you step aside." Zhao Jingtian did not show any fear: "Please."

On the outskirts of the Free City, the two stood opposite each other and stared at each other. Neither of them took action first. However, invisibly, the spiritual power of the two has collided countless times!

Zheng Ji's attribute of Hunyuantang is Huojin Shuangxing. His unique spiritual attack method is different from the magic formula of other five elements. It is self-made and can be directly used for attack. Zhao Jingtian's bloody spiritual attack was not weak. The spiritual power of the two was on top of each other in the open space between the two sides, and the air there instantly turned dark gold and blood red!

"Bum!" The ground finally couldn't support the spiritual bombardment of the two people, and a pillar of earth rose to the sky and rushed straight to the sky for dozens of meters!

The earth pillar has not yet fallen. Zhao Jingtian and Zheng Ji have their own boxing skills. Zhao Jingtian's five-color light fists are entangled with Zheng Ji's red and gold two-color fists. With a roar, the ground shook a few times, and the two rebounded and flew dozens of meters.

"This boy is just a wave-level boxer. Even if he has all five elements, he can't have such a strong boxing spirit!" When he had a match with Zhao Jingtian, Zheng Ji's arms were faintly numb, and his heart was even more depressed: at least he was a jade-blood boxer, but he couldn't help but be a wave-level boxer!

Zhao Jingtian's arm is also uncomfortable. Fortunately, he has seen Tie Qian's mixed palm for a long time and knows the power of this boxing skill, which avoids the danger of shaking his arm. Even so, Zhao Jingtian's arms will not be better than Zheng Ji's at this time.

However, even if Zhao Jingtian can't use his hands, his feet are still infinitely powerful!

Although Zhao Jingtian's first grasp of the thirteenth kick of the fire whirlwind is simple, it is extremely practical. In addition, Zhao Jingtian has three kinds of natural fire, which is even more powerful!

A flaming dragon went to sea, and Zhao Jingtian flew straight to Zheng Ji with three colors of fire.

In Zheng Ji's eyes, Zhao Jingtian is a strange fire dragon at this time.

Zheng Ji, who has the body of fire, naturally understood the power of the three-color fire and did not dare to take it hard. He withdrew hundreds of meters backwards.

I saw a flame spewing out of the place where Zheng Ji was standing just now, turning into a piece of scorched earth within a radius of dozens of meters!