Vol 7 Chapter 561: Sincerely bowing

Ink Zhaojing was teased by Jin Dabao, and his anger was unstoppable. Suddenly, the terrorist power of the martial arts of the gods and the dragons broke out. The endless powers rolled down and condensed into a claw in the void.

“It’s so strong!” Everyone felt a sigh of pressure and the air turned into a sharp wind blade.

Mo Zhaojing did not dare to kill Nie Tian, ​​but absolutely dare to kill Jin Dabao!

Jin Dabao was shrouded in invisible force and his face was white. In the presence of the gods of the war, he did not have the power to resist.

"Stop!" At this moment, a violent sizzling sounded, and a white mans appeared immediately, and Jin Dabao was guarded at the center.

"Hey!" The bang was loud, and Mo Zhaojing fell, and the voids trembled. The white awning shrouded in Jin Dabao's body was cracked and collapsed.

The rolling waves spread, and the body that everyone felt was shocked. Many people were shaking and almost fell.

The confrontation between the gods and the dragons of the dragons, even if it is only Yu Wei, is not something that ordinary warriors can bear.

"Dream of the dust, you really is very powerful!" Nie Tian protects Mo Ruzhen, looking at Meng Fanchen, it is he who rescued Jin Dabao.

Meng Fanchen can block the ink and ink of the ink, and it does not fall into the wind. It is enough to show that his strength is almost the same as that of Mo Zhaojing, and at most it is slightly inferior.

"Yuan Tian suffocating!" Ink Zhangjing was blocked, and looked at Meng Fanchen's gaze slightly, and immediately smiled: "Dream will grow up, I didn't expect your Yuantian 诀 to cultivate to such a point, even condensed out Yuan Tian is angry, admire!"

Appreciated once, but it shows the unwillingness of Mo Zhaojing, but also slightly mocked.

"Ink master, you are the peak of the three thousand small world, in front of so many people, it seems wrong to kill a teenager." Dream Fan faint response, the words between the words are not so autumn mean.

Everyone looked at Mo Zhaojing, his eyes were weird. With his identity and strength, he actually shot Jin Dabao, and he did lose his temper.

Ink Zhaojing was also confused by Jin Dabao. He noticed that everyone’s eyes were burning, and the old face could not help but be red. Coldly said: “This kid teased me, and the owner was annoyed and impulsive.”

Under the protection of Yuantian, Jin Dabao was not injured, but he was scared to death, his body was cold and sweaty, and his clothes were soaked.

"A good impulse to shoot!" Nie Tian sneered and said: "The ink master, you want only a nine-order emperor, and did not say what kind of nine-order emperor, even if you give away from Long Ding, It is also that I fulfilled the conditions."

Mo Zhaojing looked indifferent and his face was tight. If Nie Tianzhen gave him away from Long Ding, he did not say anything. However, from Long Ding to Mo Zhaojing or Mohist, there is no use at all.

The Mohist family does not have a high-level alchemy teacher, and there is no refining division. From Long Ding in the Mohist family, it can only be seen as a painting.

"Ink master, do you really want to be a wolf, a snake, a spear?" Nie Tian nodded and gestured to Jin Dabao, who once again took out the wolf snake and spear.

"Do you really want to give it to me?" Mo Zhaojing saw the greedy wolf snake and spear, and his eyes showed an unbearable blaze, and asked excitedly.

"Ink master, if you want to sneak a wolf and spear, then apologize to my friend." Nie Tian said indifferently.

"Apologize?" Mo Zhaojing sighed and suspected that he had misunderstood. He thought that the Mohist family, one of his four great families, could apologize casually and hardly hesitated. He blurted out: "Impossible!"

How is Mo Zhaojing a big man? If he apologizes to Jin Dabao for so many people, what is the face of him and the Mohist family?

"That's good, it's yours from Long Ding." Nie Tian's face was decided, and he waved his hand and directly left Long Ding.

Ink Zhaojing looked at the dragon-shaped Dan Ding in front of him, his face painfully stiff.

He is thinking, measuring the pros and cons.

"Ink master, leave." Nie Tian did not give Mo Zhaojing time to think, coldly turned, ready to leave with ink.

"Slow!" Nie Tian just turned around, and Mo Zhaojing was in a hurry. He blurted out: "I apologize!"

As soon as the words were exported, the whole audience was amazed and looked at Mo Zhaojing in a wrong way.

The temptation of the Jiujie Emperor is still large, even if it is Mo Zhaojing, it must be forced to bow.

From Long Ding, there is no use for him. If it is sold and reluctant, it is a pity to use it.

What Mo Zhaojing wants most is the greedy wolf snake and spear. He smells the smell of fire attribute from him, and has the same attribute as his Yuan Ling. As long as he can get it, he can improve his combat power.

In the end, he still could not withstand the temptation of the ninth-order emperor and chose to apologize.

"Okay, apologize." Nie Tian’s mouth twitched and he expected this result.

Under the gaze of countless double surprises, Mo Zhaojing took two steps to Jin Dabao, and his body trembled. He finally squatted and bit his teeth: "This son, just now the owner lost his hand and almost accidentally injured the son, please Forgive me."

Jin Dabao glanced at Mo Zhaojing and smiled. He said: "The sound is too small, and the son can't hear."

In the eyes of Mo Zhaojing, a cold chill was released, but it disappeared.

"Ink master, since you have already bowed, you may wish to bow your head down." Nie Tian's voice sounded, extremely ridiculous.

Mo Zhaojing's heart seems to block a group of cotton wool, can not swallow, can not spit out, do not mention how uncomfortable.

But in front of everyone, he has promised to admit his mistakes. At this time, repentance is even more stingy.

In desperation, Mo Zhaojing took a breath and said loudly: "The Lord lost his hand for a moment, please forgive me!"

Jin Dabao’s glimpse, then a smile, said: “Let’s go, see you so sincere, this son will forgive you. But the next is not an example, if there is another time, be careful of your head!”

Everyone was stunned, and they looked at Jin Dabao with their eyes closed.

Jin Dabao’s tone is completely talking to a person who is arrogant.

In the eyes of Mo Zhaojing, the chill disappeared, forcing the anger and no longer paying attention to Jin Dabao.

"Give you!" Nie Tian did not say much, directly throwing the cowardly wolf snake spear to Mo Zhaojing.

At this time, Mo Zhaojing must have reached the edge of the explosion. If he is stimulated again, he will really have to worry about it.

Ink Zhaojing took over the snake spear, and there was always a touch of joy in his eyes.

Although today's Moh's face is thrown into the Y-ditch, but can get a volume of the order of the monk and a nine-order emperor, no loss.

"Dream will be long, leave!" When the greedy wolf snakes and spears, the ink Zhaojing does not want to stay again, and he greeted the dream fan, vacant and left.

In the rain and hate, he glanced at Nie Tian. If the eyes could kill, the latter had already been smashed by him.

At this time, the hatred of ink rain on Nie Tian has reached the unbearable ultimate, but he did not dare to act rashly. This feeling made him crazy.

"Nie Tian, ​​let's walk!" After leaving a sentence, the ink rain left, and the Mohist people left together.

Nie Tian looked at the back of the ink, and the back of his mouth slightly lifted a smile, his arms open, and the ink was tightly held in his arms.

No matter what happens next, he will not let anyone hurt the ink.