"Master Xiao, what do you mean?" Hearing Xiao Tian's words, Ning Feng Zhi hesitated for a moment and whispered, "are you not going to continue to teach these children?"

"No teaching," Xiao Tian waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm so lazy. I've been teaching these children in Shrek college these years, and I have to be a nanny secretly. I'm tired enough

Now, qiandaoliu has promised not to do anything to these children in five years, so I'm going to give myself a long holiday to see what they can do with their own abilities. "

"Is it believable that a thousand streams of words are true?" Ning Feng Zhi looks at Xiao Tian and asks.

He is very clear that qiandaoliu would offer that kind of condition, just because he can't deal with Xiao Tian. Once a God is born in the Wuhun temple, I'm afraid qiandaoliu's words are no different from Farting!

"How credible? What if it's not credible? " Xiao Tian smiles and shakes his head. Behind him, a lot of sword Qi emerges. Then the sword Qi quickly gathers into a huge sword that can reach the sky and is chopped off from outside the Pope's palace!

Outside the Pope's palace, a sword mark of more than ten feet wide and one hundred feet long was imprinted on the ground, which gave out the sword meaning of daosen cold.

"Within five years, no soul master of Wu Hun hall at level 95 or above is allowed to cross the sword mark. Those who cross the boundary will be at their own risk."

After cutting out this sword mark, Xiao Tian's figure has disappeared, only Xiao Tian's insipid voice is constantly echoing over the Pope's palace.

Looking at the sword marks outside the Pope's palace, Ning Feng flashed a touch of enlightenment in his eyes.

Even if the words of a thousand streams are not believable?

As long as Xiao Tian is still there, Wu Hun hall can only hide its ambition. As long as there is no God in the hall, the hall can only survive in the shadow of Xiao Tian!

Even if Xiao Tian doesn't appear, the Wu Hun hall must consider whether their actions will irritate Xiao Tian and lead him to fight!

Even though gods were born in the temple of Wu Hun, Xiao Tian had already stepped into the hundred level. Both the accumulation of strength and experience were much richer than those of later generations. Those new Jin gods were not necessarily Xiao Tian's opponents.

In this case, the words of thousand streams can not be trusted, and there is no other significance.

"In that case," Ning Feng Zhi turned his head and looked at Ning Rongrong and said with a smile, "Rongrong, you can go back to Qibao Liuli Zong with me. Master Xiao is expected to live in seclusion in shenghun village. If you have any problems in cultivation, let your grandfather sword or grandfather bone take you to shenghun village."

Ning Rongrong nodded, looked at Oscar, hesitated for a moment, and then opened his mouth: "Xiao Ao, do you go back to Qibao Liuli Zong with me?"

Oscar shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I want to go out and make a breakthrough myself. With the concealed weapons made by the third brother, there is no problem to deal with the soul masters below the soul saint. But if the soul masters are above the soul saint, the concealed weapons we have in batch can't play a very important role

And the enemy we will face in the future is destined to be the soul fighter, the soul division with the title of Douluo. I think when facing such an enemy in the future, I have the ability to protect you... "

When Ning Rongrong heard the speech, a shallow blush appeared on his cheek. After hesitating for a long time, he nodded gently and then took out a jade token from his arms.

On the token was engraved the character "Xiao".

"Take this token with you. I stay in Qibao Liuli clan. I don't have many chances to use this token. It's you who are wandering outside. This token is just reserved for self-defense," Ning Rongrong handed Oscar the jade token in his hand, and said in a deep voice.