"How is it possible..."

Everyone's expressions were extremely shocked. Qiu Feng looked at this scene dumbfounded, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes. His brain seemed to be equipped with a motor, turning rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he calculated that if Ning Qi reached the thirteenth level,

In an upset, how much Qinglong Crystal should I pay for?

A total of 800,000! 800,000 Azure Dragon Crystals!

Even if he is a monk in the early stage of the Dharma Realm, he has no place to find so many Azure Dragon Crystals. This is already equivalent to a sect's annual income!

It would be okay if he was the head of the sect. At worst, the people in the sect would drink the northwest wind for a year and delay the tribute from the Holy Land, and they could collect the 800,000 Azure Dragon Crystals. However, Qiu Feng is just a casual cultivator! Don't

He said 800,000, but if he does the math, he might not even be able to come up with 100,000 Azure Dragon Crystals.

Qiu Feng glanced around and found that everyone was in shock. Even Baxia Pudu and Baxia Zikun didn't seem to notice him. Qiu Feng quietly moved his steps and slowly ran outside the siege.

At this moment, a monk noticed this and shouted loudly.

"The abusive gambler wants to escape! Everyone, catch him quickly!"

"Old man, you only gave me a hundred fucking dragon crystals, is it necessary to harm me like this!?"

Qiu Feng was furious and cursed at the monk who reported the report. He turned into a bolt of lightning and galloped away. At the same time, a monster covered in scales with a human body and a fish head appeared behind Qiu Feng.

, to stop his pursuers, this is Qiu Feng’s yellow-level middle-grade Dharma Appearance: the Shark Dharma Appearance!

It's a good thing that he didn't show his Dharma image. As soon as he did, hundreds of Dharma images descended from the sky, including warriors in golden armor holding giant swords and glaring eyes, a giant snake with nine heads, and a five-legged monster with a dragon's head and a horse's body.

Hundreds of Dharma signs of various levels appeared out of thin air, surrounding Qiu Feng.

Looking at these cold-eyed monks, Qiu Feng laughed dryly: "Everyone misunderstood, hasn't that kid not passed the thirteenth level yet? I just got up and stretched my body."

After saying this, he turned back to the giant tower and sat down in front of everyone's eyes.

Seeing this, everyone removed all the Dharma signs and returned to Qiu Feng with a cold snort. They were surrounded by dozens of layers inside and outside. Qiu Feng was already unable to fly.

"Damn it! Don't pass the thirteenth level, please, little ancestor!"

Qiu Feng prayed secretly in his heart.

Everyone's mood was completely different from Qiu Feng's. In addition to being shocked, the monks who had bet on the unpopularity were almost smiling.

"Ancestor, this guy can't really pass the thirteenth level, can he?"

Ba Xia Pudu's face was a little ugly. Even he could only wander around the eleventh level, and at most he could pass the twelfth level. But a mere late-stage immortal realm monk had already passed the twelfth level?

This is really unacceptable.

"The son of Feng Jiuxian is indeed extraordinary. If his bloodline is the same as his father's, the Qinglong Continent may be in trouble again."

Baxia Zikun's face gradually became serious. He really didn't expect Ning Qi to reach this level.

"If Liekong learns this news, I'm afraid he will break the void and come directly."

Baxia Pudu curled his lips.

At the beginning, Feng Jiuxian was forced to live and die by Lie Kong, so what if it was his son?

Liekong didn't even need to take action. He just said a word, and the Great Sage Xuanzhen was going to join forces with several other great saints to force Feng Jiuxian and Wang Muting into danger.

No matter what happens, as long as he fails to break through the Dharma Realm and become the Creator, he will never be able to compete with Lie Kong.

His father, Venerable Lieyang, has lived for nearly a million years. When the Great Sage Baxia sees him, he must behave himself and dare not go overboard in the slightest!

…………

Inside Shanhaiguan.

Level 13.

Ning Qi went through many obstacles all the way and finally reached this level. The price was that he was seriously injured three times and consumed more than thirty ghost weapons.

In several levels, Ning Qi encountered various strange races. Among them was a centipede that was dozens of miles long. It was so poisonous that Ning Qi almost died from poisoning. This centipede guarded the twelfth level. It must have been those who were there at the beginning.

The geniuses who could only make it to the eleventh level were all defeated by it.

But now the centipede's body is already in Ning Qi's space package. Its body is used to refine weapons and its poison glands are used to refine elixirs. They are both the best choices.

"Level 13, why is it so weird?"

Ning Qi's eyes fell on a house in the distance, surrounded by deserted mountain roads. As soon as he arrived here, this house attracted Ning Qi's attention.

Is it possible that someone lives here?

Or maybe the guy guarding Level 13 is a monk!?

"After hundreds of years, someone has finally come here. My little friend, please come in."

A gentle voice sounded in Ning Qi's ears.

Ning Qi was slightly startled when he heard the words, then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he walked directly in the direction of the small courtyard. No matter what the other party was trying to do, he would always face it.

When people arrive at the yard, the gate opens by itself. The yard is not big, with only four or five rooms. As soon as the gate opens, you can see an old man sitting at the stone table in the center with a smile, holding a hand in his left hand.

With a book in hand, he gently tapped his thigh with his right hand. When he saw Ning Qi, he raised his eyes slightly and smiled at Ning Qi: "Little brother, come and sit down. You're welcome."

"Senior, are you the guard of Level 13?"

Ning Qi walked to the old man, sat down, and said straight to the point.

"yes."

The old man nodded with a smile and admitted frankly. He just looked at Ning Qi with his peripheral vision. His real attention was still on the ancient book in his hand, as if there were delicious pastries on it, and he was eating it with relish.

"Then what do you need to do to pass this level?"

Ning Qi smiled and glanced at the ancient book. There was not a word on it.

"Just chat with me. If I let you pass, you will pass. If I don't let you pass, you will not pass."

The old man smiled lightly.

The air in front of Ning Qi suddenly became moist, and then, an ice crystal cup condensed in front of Ning Qi at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of hot steam came out from inside, and the tea, which exuded a faint fragrance of tea, was yellow-orange and crystal clear. There seemed to be a whirlpool inside, with a few tea leaves swirling inside.

A hint of vigilance flashed in Ning Qi's eyes. He never saw where the tea came from from beginning to end.

"Little brother, drink."

The old man smiled lightly.

Ning Qi smiled slightly, picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. A trace of distress seemed to flash in the old man's eyes, and he said to Ning Qi: "You don't know how to taste tea."

"Senior, please enlighten me."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.
Chapter completed!