"Fat man, he is right. Our Yunqi Sect has more than a hundred people, but only a dozen of you have stayed, while their Jin Gu Sheng Sect has left thirty or fifty people. For this reason, we cannot treat them badly."

Ning Qi smiled lightly and stopped Duan Yingjun from continuing to argue with the guy.

"Brother Ning, if you can understand this, it shows that you are a reasonable person. I only hope for a fair distribution."

The peak fighting king of the Jin Gu Sheng Sect looked at Ning Qi, and his eyes softened a lot.

"Let's see, I won't take the red fruit. A thirty-year-old red fruit is worth about five hundred low-grade spiritual crystals to about seven hundred low-grade spiritual crystals. If you are willing to take the spiritual crystals directly, come to me.

Those who are willing to take the red fruits will be distributed according to their heads, and if there are not enough, I will make up for them."

Ning Qi smiled, and then he stretched out his hand to touch the open space in front of him, and countless middle-grade spiritual crystals immediately appeared, at least several thousand yuan!

"This is...a middle-grade spiritual crystal!?"

"Isn't there three or four thousand yuan in it? This is equivalent to hundreds of thousands of low-grade spiritual crystals. Oh my God, his net worth is so rich. Those deacons and elders are probably nothing more than this!"

"Um, I think I want the spiritual crystal."

Someone made a decision and came to Ning Qi.

Ning Qi threw him ten middle-grade spiritual crystals without hesitation, which is equivalent to a thousand low-grade spiritual crystals, far more than the value of one red fruit! He was extremely surprised: "Brother, what are you...

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"Round up to a whole number."

Ning Qi smiled.

Everyone looked at each other, and the next moment, almost half of the people rushed towards Ning Qi: "We also want spiritual crystals!"

As a result, after the remaining half of the people divided the red fruits, there were dozens more.

"Brother, let me tell you, what is the origin of Brother Ning? He is so generous. The children of the nine top aristocratic families are nothing more than this!"

Situ Ren looked at the middle-grade spiritual crystal in his hand and said blankly to Situ Yi.

"If you want to know, ask Brother Ning yourself."

Situ Yi smiled slightly and put away the red fruit. He chose to ask for the red fruit because he was planning to hire someone to refine an elixir. He was afraid that if he took the spiritual crystal and went to the market, he would not be able to buy a thirty-year-old red fruit.

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Everyone who got the Zhu Guo smiled brightly, and those who got the Spirit Crystal were also very happy, and they all complimented Ning Qi. The atmosphere was very harmonious, and there was no sense of urgency at all when meeting other people when doing tasks.

Next, they swept through the forest until they were sure that there was no extra spiritual grass, then they chatted enthusiastically and flew towards the barrier.

"We've reached the barrier! If they're not here, it means they can go out."

Duan Yingjun said happily.

"Brother Ning, please invite me first."

Situ Yi smiled at Ning Qi.

Everyone looked up at Ning Qi with a smile on their face: "Yes, you should go first."

"Then you're welcome."

Ning Qi smiled slightly, crossed the barrier directly, and returned to the vast forest again.

Swish, swish, countless eyes looked at Ning Qi.

"Your breath of life seems to be stronger."

Meng Qingling looked at Ning Qi, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, and then others came out one after another.

Ning Qi laughed dryly. You can't say that I secretly ate more than a dozen Dragon Soul Fruits, otherwise they would eat them alive, so he said: "Because I advanced."

"Well, it's the Seven-Star Fighting King."

Meng Qingling nodded.

"Now that everyone has come out, let's disperse. This trip was really in vain. I thought I could find the Zhenyan Pill...but I didn't even have a hair..." An old monster sighed.

"This, it's not like I got nothing..."

A disciple behind him whispered.

"Oh? What did you find?"

The old monster looked at him in surprise.

"Just some spiritual herbs, including pigeon blood grass, red fruit, etc..."

"How is that possible? There is obviously nothing inside!" Hua Wushang heard a look of disbelief on his face.

"These things are better than nothing. Just hand over 70% and keep 30% for yourself."

After checking his Qiankun Ring, the old monster shook his head and said.

Immediately afterwards, Situ Yi and the others took out all the spiritual herbs in the Qiankun Ring.

"There are more than a thousand pigeon blood grasses, so the remaining 30%..."

"Hey, there are so many spiritual herbs, why, when we left, there was nothing in them!"

"how so……"

The disciples who came out first looked at Situ Yi and the others with jealous expressions.

Meng Qingling smiled slightly, with a sarcastic look on her lips, and looked at Fang Shengnan: "Anyway, my Yun Qizong finally gained something this time, but it's a pity that your Fang family didn't gain anything."

Fang Shengnan's face turned ugly, and Fang Jing and the other three people behind her lowered their heads and clenched their fists, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's time to talk about the Dark Dragon King. How did the person who killed it enter the Dragon Cemetery?"

Fang Shengnan glanced at Ning Qi and sneered.

"Yes, he probably took everything inside. Didn't your Yunqi Sect disciple say that this matter had something to do with him?"

An old monster pointed at Ning Qi and said.

"Are you talking about Li Tanhua? Oh, he is a distant cousin of mine who passed by here accidentally. But I can guarantee that he didn't take anything, because apart from these spiritual herbs, there is nothing left in the Dragon Cemetery.

They were all taken away by Hua Wushang."

Ning Qi smiled.

"Passed by this place accidentally? Huh, I don't believe it."

"I don't believe it either, Meng Qingling, let's see, did you do it yourself or did I?"

"You have lived for such a long time, have you lived like a dog? Is it possible that you are still suspicious of a six-star fighting king, oh, now he is a seven-star fighting king, doing tricks in front of us? I remember you should find this place first.

, you were notified to me later, right?”

Meng Qingling sneered: "It's just a dragon cemetery. The strongest dragon soul in it is only a seventh-level dragon soul. Even if there is anything, can it penetrate our Dharma Eyes? This time, I will treat it as a waste of time. I

You have to leave first. As for you, you should go back and think carefully about who to use the quota for."

The old monsters originally planned to be reluctant, but when they heard the word quota, they all shut their mouths and watched helplessly as Meng Qingling released the huge battleship, the Sky Fortress, carrying Ning Qi and others directly towards them.

Flying in the direction of Yunqizong.

There was a look of contemplation in Fang Shengnan's eyes. Suddenly, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the battleship that was about to disappear into the sky, "It turns out it's him..."

A faint smile appeared on Fang Shengnan's lips, he glanced at the old monsters, and then he took Fang Jing and the others up into the sky and left this place.

On the battleship.

"You, come in with me."

Meng Qingling pointed at Ning Qi, turned around and walked towards the palace-like cabin behind her.

Everyone looked at Ning Qi, their eyes slightly ambiguous.

"Boss, Elder Meng is calling you, so hurry up and go."
Chapter completed!