The first thousand two hundred and fifty-three chapters

Just when Chen Ping broke through in the cave, it was thousands of kilometers away in Kyoto.

The head of the Ning family, Ning Dahai, has left the customs.

After exiting the customs, Ning Dahai looked at the ruined Ning family, and the whole person was full of anger.

"What the hell is going on? What the hell is going on here?"

Ning Dahai roared.

On the side, Ning Zhi, whose face was covered by a black turban, walked carefully to Ning Dahai's side: "Dad, Chen Ping did all this. He ruined our Ning family, and I almost died at his hands."

Ning Zhi's voice was gloomy and low.

Ning Dahai frowned slightly, looking at Ning Zhi in front of him, he always felt that his son seemed to have changed.

"In broad daylight, what are you doing?"

Ning Dahai tore off Ning Zhi's black scarf and was stunned.

He found that half of Ning Zhi's face had been deformed, like a skeleton, and his appearance was very scary.

The wounds on Ning Zhi's body were repaired, but the wounds on his face were not healed.

He also has one leg, and he walks with a limp.

Ning Dahai almost went crazy when he saw his son turn into such a ghost.

"Chen Ping? I don't care if he escapes to the ends of the earth, I must kill him..."

"Go check, go check where is this Chen Ping right away?"

Ning Dahai roared angrily, the terrifying aura rose from his body, and the birds that flew by were instantly shaken by this aura.

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South, the Red Lotus Palace!

Chen Ping didn't know about Ning Dahai's exit, nor did he know that Ning Dahai was investigating him and had been cultivating in the cave.

On the ninth day, Chen Ping was still unable to break through. At this time, Chen Ping had stopped cultivating and walked out of the cave!

"It seems that such a forcible breakthrough is not enough, it still needs an opportunity!"

Chen Ping shook his head involuntarily.

"Brother Chen..."

Seeing Chen Ping coming out of the cave, Xiaomin hurriedly shouted.

"Xiaomin, why are you here?"

When Chen Ping saw Xiaomin coming to him, he felt a little surprised: "Is someone from the Holy Beast Palace here?"

"Yes, here we come..."

Xiaomin nodded.

When Chen Ping heard this, his face changed slightly: "Take me there, how is your sister?"

Xiaomin looked at Chen Ping's nervous look and covered her mouth with a smile.

"Brother Chen, do you like my sister?"

Xiaomin asked with a smile.

Chen Ping was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

"Look at how nervous you are. My sister is fine, don't worry."

"The person from the Holy Beast Palace is here, but only one person came, saying that they want to invite you to the Holy Beast Palace."

Xiaomin said.

"Please go to the Holy Beast Palace?"

Chen Ping was a little puzzled. He had nothing to do with the Holy Beast Palace. What did the Holy Beast Palace ask him to do?

"Let's go, Elder Xiao of the Holy Beast Palace is waiting for you!"

Xiaomin took Chen Ping and walked towards the main hall of the Red Lotus Palace.

"Brother Chen, my sister is the palace lord. She has no way of marrying you. According to the rules of our Red Lotus Palace, the palace lord cannot marry."

"But I can be your little lover. I think my sister likes you very much, and you care about her so much. You can stay in the Red Lotus Palace in the future!"

"How good it is for my sister to go out and get in, and we are all beautiful women here. Isn't that what you guys like most?"

Xiaomin looked at Chen Ping with a wicked smile and said.

"You're so young, what are you talking about? I'll tell your sister later and let him take care of you!"

Chen Ping gently hit Xiaomin on the head.

The Red Lotus Palace is indeed the place where every man goes out, but Chen Ping will not stay here, he still has a lot of things to do.

Soon, Chen Ping followed Xiaomin to the main hall, and saw Ji Ruxue chatting with a middle-aged man.

Seeing Chen Ping coming, Ji Ruxue hurriedly stood up and said, "Mr. Chen, this is Elder Xiao from the Holy Beast Palace, who came here specially to invite you." JrNovels.com