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Sure enough, when they heard this sentence, everyone who was about to move hesitated for a moment.

After all, the Miaoyin Sect is a super sect that has been passed down since ancient times, and with the addition of Qiu Yuebai's name, no one dares to touch Ning Jie.

Although Ma Ji is pretending to be the identity, no one is willing to take this risk until the authenticity of Ma Ji's identity as the son of Miaoyinzong cannot be confirmed.

Seeing this, Ma Ji couldn't help muttering inwardly:

"Hey, the identity of the Holy Son of Miaoyinzong is really useful, but that kid..."

Ma Ji suddenly turned his head to look at Ning Jie at the side, thinking that the man in front of him knew his identity as an imposter, but after thinking about it, he didn't have any worries in his heart.

Anyway, that man had only met the Holy Son of the Miaoyin Sect, and there was no substantial evidence to prove that he was not the Holy Son of the Miaoyin Sect.

Mind this.

The expression on Ma Ji's face became even more arrogant, and he looked at everyone proudly.

And right now.

Beyond the hills in the distance, many people on horseback gradually appeared. This sudden scene immediately made the casual cultivators a little vigilant.

After all, this is the outskirts of the ancient kingdom of Rakshasa. The appearance of these people is such a coincidence, it is very likely that they followed them along the way, and their origin is not clear, so naturally we have to be on guard.

The casual cultivators instantly set up their posture, ready to face a sudden battle at any time.

After seeing this scene, Ma Ji was also a little flustered. He thought frantically in his heart, is there anyone else who knows the location of the legendary ancient Rakshasa country like him?

But encountering this situation by chance also made him feel a little relaxed.

After all, these uninvited guests appeared, and the casual cultivators beside him would not point their finger at him again.

The people outside the sand dunes were getting closer and closer. They all rode black horses and wore black armor. It was obvious that they were a well-disciplined army, and their overall strength was not bad.

"Who are these people? They look so deterrent!"

"It's broken! This army is not coming for us, I feel that if there is a battle with them, it will definitely be difficult to get cheap!"

"No, I think that most of these people came here for the ancient Rakshasa country. At worst, we can discuss entering the ancient Rakshasa country together and share the property there!"

A group of casual cultivators had different opinions, guessing in their hearts the purpose of this army.

And this seemingly menacing army was led by General Yu. When they saw that they had finally caught up with the casual cultivators in front, they couldn't help catching up quickly.

General Yu's whip fell on the horse's back like raindrops, and he was extremely excited at this moment.

Finally, I can kill the little thief Ningjie!

It's finally time for revenge!

I can finally get rid of my shame!

He wants to smash Na Ning Jie's body into thousands of pieces, and smash his bones into ashes, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart!

Soon, the galloping army surrounded the casual cultivators, and more than 3000 soldiers waited for General Yu's order to rush forward and capture these people completely.

Seeing this sudden scene, the group of casual cultivators panicked for a moment, and hurriedly said:

"Generals, don't you know which country or faction your teacher is from? We are all casual cultivators and have no enmity or enmity with the real forces. Please generals know."

"Yes, the general has something to discuss, there is no need to make such a tense situation!"

"Let me just say, the general probably came here for the ancient Rakshasa country, how about we figure out a way to cross this river together and enter the ancient Rakshasa country to seize wealth?"

"..."

And Ning Jie was not in a hurry to know the identities of these soldiers, he was just observing silently.

The strength of these people is not bad. The strength of the young man in the head has already reached the Nascent Soul Realm, which is not weak. But at the same time, Ning Jie was a little surprised that he saw from the man's body through the eyes of breaking illusion. The breath of the original fragments of luck.

He has one too!

At this moment, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Ning Jie's mouth. He really had nowhere to look, and it took no effort to get it. He never expected to find two fragments of the source of luck at the same time in this barren place.

Facing the olive branches thrown by a group of casual cultivators, General Yu was not in a hurry to express his purpose, but looked around everyone, and asked them with a smile:

"I don't know where the holy son Ning Jiening of Miaoyinzong is?"

When Ma Ji heard this, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, his brain is running fast, making detailed calculations in his heart.

"These people are very powerful, they are a well-disciplined army, and they asked Ning Jie, the holy son of Miaoyinzong, most likely to protect and escort Ningjie, in order to obtain a reward from Miaoyinzong."

This is not Ma Ji's wild speculation, there are already many people in this arena who want to make friends with Ning Jie.

Thinking of this, Ma Ji was even more proud, and immediately stood up from the crowd, saying loudly:

"This Holy Son is here!"

This response, full of arrogance, resounded through the sky!

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