After slowly putting away his smile, Ning An said expressionlessly, "Put the Qiankun bag"

After hearing this, Mo Cong roared softly and said, "If you dare to touch me, I'll try it. I'm from the Mo family."

"Oh?" Ning An sneered, shook his palm slightly, and saw that the last guard had not reacted yet, so he fell down like a green onion without any reaction.

Ning An curled his lips. This spiritual silk technique has almost no purpose in dealing with monks of the same level, but it is easy to deal with low-level monks.

Of course, this is mainly because these guards are all mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators, and there is no threat to him at all.

Just as he was thinking about how to make Mo Cong speak, the young man in brocade suddenly winked at Ning An, and then squeezed his eyes at the several guards who were lying on the ground.

Seeing this, Ning An frowned slightly, snapped his fingers several times, silently knocking the guards out.

Mo Cong looked at the surroundings and walked around with some concern. He kicked the back of the heads of several guards. Seeing that the few people were indeed fainted, he clasped his fists and said to Ning An, "Senior, I offended so much before, but I really have a hidden secret."

Ning An frowned slightly, stared at Mo Cong and looked deeply, then said, "I'm not interested in other things, what about the purple gourd?"

"Sir, I'm not to hide it. Since I found that the purple bag was a little unusual, Hu Si gave it to Feixingzhai, so it is no longer here with me." Mo Cong sighed lightly, pointed at one of the fainted men and said.

Seeing Ning An's face becoming gloomy, Mo Cong hurriedly said, "I can lead the way for seniors, but seniors want to promise me one thing."

Ning An snorted coldly and reached out to move forward. Suddenly, the Qiankun bag on Mo Cong's body and all the clothes except underwear were stripped into the air.

After carefully checking all the items, no items were found except for some healing pills.

"I'll give you three breaths to tell me where the Qiankun bag is hidden." Ning An said after throwing the debris aside, staring at Mo Cong with his eyes tightly.

"Everything is true for me, the Qiankun bag was really tributed to Feixingzhai. If there is a half false statement, I will be immediately hit by the five thunders." Mo Cong pointed above and made a poisonous oath

"It seems that this kid shows no sign of lying, it's a bit difficult now." Ning An took back his hidden spiritual sense from Mo Cong, and looked thoughtful.

"If you are willing to help me, after the matter is completed, I guarantee that the Mo family can mobilize half of the strength to help the seniors do three things. Of course, the premise is that you cannot violate the rules of the Mo family." Mo Cong felt that the pressure in his body was relaxed and he spoke quickly and said quickly.

Hearing this, Ning An shook his head and said expressionlessly, "You can be imprisoned by these guards, what qualifications do you have to say this?"

Seeing Ning An relaxed, Mo Cong said hurriedly again, "I guess senior is a cultivator of the Spirit Sect, so he should know the strength of the Mo family. As long as he helps, I can turn over in the Mo family."

"Oh? How did you know that I am a cultivator of the Sect?" Ning An raised his eyebrows with a raised eyebrow

"Haoran Sect and we are mortal enemies. After meeting, I have no reason to survive, let alone the Demon Sect's "Mo Cong said briefly.

Ning An looked at Mo Cong's urgent look, thought for a while before speaking, "Tell me the situation of Feixingzhai in detail, and then tell me how I can help you."

When Mo Cong heard this, he immediately showed a look of joy and began to speak quickly.

After half an hour, Ning'an left the city and rode the blue-patterned bird straight in one direction.

"Feixingzhai, one of the affiliated sects of the Jailing Sect, has been mainly responsible for the maintenance of the spirit mines in this area since joining the Jailing Sect. Currently, there are only two early-stage cultivators in the foundation building stage guarding here." After taking out the map again, Ning An's fingers were slid at a position on it, and he couldn't help but murmur.

After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but feel a little grateful. After all, Feixingzhai also belonged to the Jailing Sect, so all the information about it was described in the secret script of the sect.

But now that he has left the sect, the original arrangement is likely to have expired, and it will inevitably take more measures to enter again.

"After going back, you must thank Manager Zhang heavily." Ning An looked at Feixingzhai's information carefully and murmured.

"Ah Yeh! Uh... Is anyone talking about me?" At this moment, in a elegant room on the second floor of the general manager of the Yaling Sect, Manager Zhang sneezed heavily in a elegant room on the second floor.

"Manager Zhang has a high position and is busy with affairs. It is also worthwhile for someone to think about it." Zhang Wen, who was sitting beside him, picked up a teacup, took a sip, and nodded and praised, "Good Spirit Tea, which is almost the same as the Green Yanyu Tea on Honglian Peak."

"Senior has been awarded. The effect of this spiritual tea is mainly to enhance mana, but green swallow tea can prolong life. Both have their own merits." Manager Zhang shook his head and said with a smile.

After the two continued to talk nonsense for half an hour, they saw that the fat manager had not mentioned the serious matter. After Zhang Wen cursed the old fox secretly, he shook the folding fan and said, "Manager Zhang, I don't know if there is any conciseness in what I mentioned just now."

"Oh," Manager Zhang sighed heavily and said in a very embarrassing way, "Senior, if we don't mention our surnames, we might be close to our family hundreds of years ago. Just say that you are just a foundation-building disciple, I should do my best, but what you asked for is really difficult to deal with. You must have to trouble the boss to agree to this kind of thing, but you also know how busy Li Zhang has been recently, and this matter is probably... "

Later, Manager Zhang's voice decreased and his head lowered, so he didn't dare to look at Zhang Wen.

Hearing this, Zhang Wen snorted coldly, suddenly put the folding fan in his hand, and after putting the teacup heavily on the table, he spoke expressionlessly, "That is, there is no place to be embellished?"

Manager Zhang heard this and felt as if he was stabbed by a needle. He suddenly jumped up and said, "It's necessary to do it, but the head of the army has been busy recently, so you just need to wait patiently..."

"Okay! Very good!" Before the fat manager finished speaking, Zhang Wen shook his sleeves with a gloomy expression, suddenly stood up, and walked out the door.

"Senior, senior! This matter is easy to discuss!" Manager Zhang hurriedly chased him out, but there was no Zhang Wen's figure at the door when he left the door.

Seeing this, Manager Zhang slowly closed the sad face, sneered, then turned around and entered the room.

After picking up the spirit tea and sipped it, he murmured, "Recently, a sect changes. If one is not careful, he will be crushed to pieces. In addition to five high-level cultivators in the Golden Elixir stage, there are currently less than ten core disciples in the Foundation Establishment stage. Among them, Zhang Wen and Ning An, who have just broken through to Foundation Establishment, are the most valued. The little aunt is said to be about to break through Qi Refining. At that time, these three people will become the strongest force in the peak and will surely obtain great cultivation resources. One of them can advance to the Golden Elixir within a hundred years. Since you want to bet on the bet, you will naturally bet on Ning An and the little aunt whom Li valued the most, and the core disciple of the Zhang family. How can I deal with him?"
Chapter completed!