Chapter 134 Divine Master

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

All the people present, except the cronies brought by Wang Qing, can't help looking at Wang Qing with a smile.

Before that, they agreed that Li Mingyang had offended the king and demon king, and he must have eaten today. After that, the development of things was indeed going in this direction, but I didn't expect that just when Li Mingyang was exhausted, a strange soldier was killed behind him.

This strange soldier is really strange.

But even if Ning Shiwen helped Li Mingyang stop Wang Qing, people were not too surprised. There are no more than two kinds of scholars, one is a mixed demon king like Wang Qing, and the other is an innocent type. Ning Shiwen is well-behaved. Even when she was angry just now, she gave people a very funny feeling, so people think that she just stood up because she didn't like Wang Qing's bullying.

At best, this is a brave act...

But they didn't expect that Ning Shiwen didn't seem to want to act bravely. When she suddenly called Wang Qing, she also aroused everyone's curiosity.

"Little princess, what else can you say?" The blue veins on Wang Qing's forehead have soared, but he can only speak as low as possible.

Li Mingyang is now completely watching the lively mentality. He has seen that the little girl around him is definitely not easy to mess with. Although he still doesn't understand what their purpose is to save himself, at least now she is in the front, and everything is fine.

Dignity is something that can only be thought about after a certain strength. Li Mingyang also has his own pride in his bones, but he knows a truth better - a good man does not suffer immediate losses.

Li Mingyang has always thought that he is a good man, so naturally he can't suffer immediate losses...

In addition, it is not a shame to be saved by a woman, not to mention this is not the first time...

Ning Shiwen has been with a small face. It can be seen that she tried her best to pretend to be extremely majestic. Unfortunately, there is always a sense of joy, but Ning Shiwen still said calmly, "You blackmailed the spiritual stones of the people in my palace one after another and hurt him. How are you going to calculate this account?"

Hearing Ning Shiwen's words, Wang Qing couldn't help raising her eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Little princess, don't do things too well. If you want to save him, I won't say anything, but it's too hurtful to do this."

"Wounded and angry? Have you ever thought about hurting my people when you hurt them?" Ning Shiwen didn't know who she was learning from, her eyes dripping and said strangely.

Li Mingyang finally couldn't help laughing, and Song Jia also patted Ning Shiwen's head with angrily.

Seeing Li Mingyang suddenly laughing, Wang Qing's hard-won anger became strong again. Suddenly, he asked disbelievingly, "Little princess, you keep saying that he is from your royal palace. I don't know who this boy is in the royal palace?"

Wang Qing suddenly became bold, and it was also because he suddenly thought about it. Ning Wang Ning Shicong is a standard iron-blooded soldier, and it is no secret that Ning Wang's family education is very strict. Today's matter is certainly wrong, but if Ning Shiwen always pushes him step by step, Wang Qing will not be afraid. It is rumored that when Prince Ning was young, he was a little presumptuous when he was playing together, and he was hit by a hundred sticks and almost fell down.

Thinking of this, Wang Qing seemed to feel that he had found another opportunity to turn over and asked again with a sneer: "Little princess, dare to ask him what position he has in the royal palace."

Ning Shiwen originally just wanted to punish Wang Qing, and by the way, she also found an opportunity to attract Li Mingyang. When watching Li Mingyang's battle, although Ning Shiwen couldn't understand many details, Song Jia kept explaining, and Ning Shiwen also understood how strong Li Mingyang was compared with ordinary monks. Most importantly, Ning Shiwen also believed Song Jia's words. Li Mingyang would definitely arrange the mysterious chain, otherwise he could not have such strength.

Thinking of this, Ning Shiwen smiled confidently and said, "He is the god of our Ning Palace."

"God Master!"

"I heard it correctly, didn't I? Did the princess say the three words Shen Xuanshi just now?"

"It seems to be true."

"Is it the princess who is joking?"

"I think it's very possible that the princess is too young to know what kind of person Shen Xuanshi is."

After Ning Shiwen said this, it immediately caused a bigger disturbance. Not to mention that Wang Qing was so surprised that he didn't know what to say, even Li Mingyang was stunned.

Others were shocked because of the three words of Shen Xuanshi, but they only thought that Ning Shiwen was forced to say such words by Wang Qing.

However, Li Mingyang is really stunned now. He is confident that up to now, there can be no living person in the world who knows that he will arrange the mysterious chain. Naturally, the wheel knows. After all, all this is passed on to me, but the chaos is a ghost and has returned to hell. Li Mingyang stared at Ning Shiwen curiously. If she wanted to break her head, she couldn't figure out why she said such a thing.

But suddenly Li Mingyang saw Song Jia's strange eyes. After a moment of distraction, he faintly thought of a detail.

"Did she guessed when I went to her place to buy something?" Li Mingyang thought to himself, but he didn't dare to confirm it. If this is really the case, then this woman's mind is really delicate and terrible.

Wang Qingzu was stunned for a long time. After recovering, his first reaction was to laugh: "He? Just rely on him? With such a small stern, he can even be a divine master? Little princess, do you know what the divine master is? Do you know that there are no more than three gods and mysterious masters in our three mansions?

Ning Shiwen naturally did not know how many divine masters there were in the three mansions of Nong'an, Hualai and Xuanhua, but she knew that there was only one divine masters in the huge Ning Palace. However, despite this, Ning Shiwen was not timid at all.

Sister Song said that he was a mysterious master, and he must be a mysterious master. Ning Shiwen never had any doubts about Song Jia.

Taking advantage of the confrontation between Ning Shiwen and Wang Qing, Li Mingyang finally couldn't help whispering to Song Jia: "What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry, this is a little abrupt. However, our Ning Palace really wants to recruit you. I hope you can think about it carefully. Up to now, Song Jia no longer has any concealment.

"Ning Wangfu invited me?" In the face of Song Jia's frankness, Li Mingyang became more and more confused: "How do you know that I will arrange the mysterious chain?"

Song Jia thought for a moment and did not say her complicated analysis and guess, but replied with a smile: "Intuition."

"Straight..." Li Mingyang suddenly wanted to vomit blood and looked at Song Jia with a bitter smile and said, "You are cruel enough."

Although Li Mingyang feels very sudden about the current situation, he will no longer cover it up now that it has happened. The wheel once told him that although there are few divine masters in the world, it is not a mysterious profession. One day he is bound to go out as a divine master. Sooner or later, you have to show your own means, and there is nothing wrong with being told here.

Li Mingyang has always paid attention to equivalent exchange. Today, if it hadn't been for Song Jia and Ning Shiwen, he would have fallen into the hands of Wang Qing. To be small, this is a great favor, and to be large, this is a life-saving grace, because Li Mingyang has no doubt that Wang Qing really wants to kill himself. If you want to hold your thighs, you have to take out some capital. Thinking of this, Li Mingyang became calm in an instant.

"I can only arrange the first-level mysterious chain now, and I have only successfully arranged two mysterious chains. It will take about half a year to completely stabilize the realm of the first-level mysterious master. Is this okay?" Li Mingyang doesn't like to cover up and straightforwardly explains his current situation.

Hearing Li Mingyang's words, Song Jia's eyes suddenly lit up. Before that, all this was just her guess. Now she finally got the exact reply from Li Mingyang, and Song Jia finally put down a big stone in her heart in excitement.

Now, Song Jia feels as if she is dreaming. Shen Xuanshi is really Shen Xuanshi. Even if it is a first-class god Xuanshi, the god Xuanshi worshipped in the royal palace is only one-class, but he can have the status of a guest. Song Jia became more and more excited to think that she could meet a mysterious master and even recruit this mysterious master into the palace with her own hands.

However, at this time, Li Mingyang suddenly said, "I can't go to the royal palace for the time being. Half a year later, I can go to the royal palace to work. Is that okay?"

"Why?" Song Jia subconsciously asked, and then quickly explained, "I'm not questioning, I'm just curious."

"You don't have to be so restrained. I'm still me, a guy who only has three times in the Qingling Realm. You have to rely on your help to win the fight." Seeing the obvious change in Song Jia's attitude before and after, Li Mingyang felt a little uncomfortable, and then he continued to say, "I was originally a ghost monk, practicing in the Linglong Gate of Nanluo City. I came here because of some accidents, and I still need to participate in the Battle of the South for three months. Linglongmen trained me in order to participate in the Battle of the South, so I had to go to this battle. When I finish the battle in the south, if I am still alive, I will go to the palace to work.

But when he explained, Song Jia was already dumbfounded.

"Do you think you are a ghost?" Song Jia spoke with difficulty for fear of angering Li Mingyang, but he couldn't help asking.

"Yes, I'm a ghost practice. The elder of Linglongmen got a way to let ghosts practice from the Central Plains, so I began to practice." Li Mingyang explained as usual. Up to now, he has no longer taboo to talk about his ghost identity.

But Song Jia is now silent again. Although she has also vaguely heard of the fairy gate in the Central Plains with the cultivation of ghost cultivation, she has always heard of it and has never seen it with her own eyes. I didn't expect to meet such a perverted ghost today.

A ghost cultivation, cultivation to the Qingling Realm triple cultivation, and proficient in arrays, and even a divine master. When all this appeared, Song Jia only felt that the world was really wonderful.

But when she thought that Li Mingyang was a ghost man, she couldn't help regretting: "Why is he a ghost man? Why can such a talented person only live for 50 years."

Song Jia didn't know that the Nether monk could only live for ten years, but just thinking that the ghost Xiu only had 50 years to live, she already felt that God was really unfair.

As soon as he saw Song Jia's expression, Li Mingyang knew what she was thinking. He immediately waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I won't be so short-lived."

Song Jia smiled sincerely. Although she didn't know why Li Mingyang had such confidence, she did sincerely wish Li Mingyang could really break through the shackles of ghost cultivation. However, thinking of the Battle of the South, she couldn't help saying, "Don't go to the Battle of the South. I can ask someone to help you tell the people of Linglongmen that you don't have to take such a risk at all."

Song Jia knows a lot about the Battle of the South, a battlefield for allocating resources. In the past, the Battle of the South was naturally of great concern to many forces in the south, but in the current situation, in fact, the Battle of the South has little value.

However, when he heard Song Jia's words, Li Mingyang shook his head stubbornly and said lightly, "The elder of Linglongmen has a good grace to me. I must go to the Battle of the South. Don't worry, I will definitely go to Ningwang Mansion to find you after the Battle of the South.

Looking at Li Mingyang's stubborn expression, Song Jia was angry and hateful but couldn't help smiling bitterly. Li Mingyang was indeed stupid, but stupid and convincing.

When the two secretly communicated, Ning Shiwen had already made Wang Qing speechless. For the first time she quarreled with people in public, Ning Shiwen was still a little nervous at first, but then she became more and more excited. In addition, Wang Qing did not dare to say more harsh words after all, and she was criticized by Ning Shiwen. Wang Qing even made up his mind to pack up and leave tonight without saying anything to stay in Lingyan City. The little prestige he had finally accumulated was ruined today.

Ning Shiwen looked at Wang Qing, who seemed to be defeated by a rooster, and said proudly, "Well, you are so pitiful. I haven't received much fatherly love since I was a child. I don't have seen you like you. I don't care about you that you hurt my people. Who let me have a lot of them?"

Ning Shiwen is really proud now, and Wang Qing dares not refute a word. The people around wanted to bear to laugh, but in the end they couldn't help laughing. Seeing Wang Qing, the demon king of the world, fall into the hands of a more ruthless person, these people naturally shouted happily.

Wang Qing's throat suddenly moved, and a mouthful of blood suddenly surged up. After swallowing it, he bravely said, "Thank you for your generosity."

But after Wang Qinggang finished speaking, there was a strange sound of horns outside Lingyan City. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the horn, and everyone present was shocked.

Song Jia suddenly raised her head and looked at the place where the horn came, and muttered, "War horn!"