In the past, Ning Chuan thought that the demonic evil cultivators had already disappeared in the long river of history, and only a few remnants were left to survive, but after seeing the situation in Lu'an City, he knew that there were still many demonic cultivators in this heaven and earth, but they were just dormant among ordinary cultivators and had not been discovered.

"I naturally know that you are going to destroy all the demonic cultivators in this Nanling Ridge!"

Long Feihu said lightly.

In fact, this is not only what Ning Chuan wants to do, but also what he wants to do, but unfortunately, for various reasons, he can't help Ning Chuan, and even has to stop Ning Chuan.

"If you know, why not?"

Ning Chuan's brows gradually furrowed, as a disciple of the Demon Slaying Sect, wasn't his duty to kill demons and eliminate demons?

Now the opportunity is in front of him, but Long Feihu is unwilling......

Shaking his head, Long Feihu groaned for a while, and said slowly: "There are some things that you and I can't change, just destroy Lu'an City, don't continue, otherwise, even I won't be able to protect you!"

Hearing Long Feihu say this, Ning Chuan laughed, but in his heart, there seemed to be anger in his heart: "Originally, I thought that you were a senior who was jealous and hateful, slaying demons and destroying demons, but I didn't think about it, and you were just a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death!"

After speaking, Ning Chuan stood up, turned to leave, and left his voice in the inn: "The Tao is different, don't conspire with each other, leave here!"

After Ning Chuan left, for a long time, Long Feihu picked up the wine on the table, tasted it slowly, leaned back in his chair, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

And Ning Chuan, after leaving the inn, did not leave this small city, but stayed, because his next target was near here.

The old man provided a lot of information about the demonic cultivators, and he had to pursue them one by one, and then destroy them, otherwise, they would continue to wreak havoc in the Nanling, and more people like wind and snow clothes would be poisoned by the demonic cultivators.

In the past, Ning Chuan had no ability, but now that he has strength, he will not be stingy with his ability, he is like a hero in troubled times, according to the world in his heart, constantly changing Nanling.

Or his strength is already a leader for a cultivator in Nanling, but for Nanling, he is still not worth mentioning, after all, he has not yet reached the strength of moving mountains and reclamation.

It was night, Ning Chuan had no intention of sleeping, he leaned in front of the window, quietly thinking about what happened a few days ago.

Obviously, Long Feihu is the one who knows the existence of Lu'an City, and according to his strength, it is impossible not to know that Lu'an City is a gathering place for demonic cultivators, but for such a long time, the Demon Slayer Sect has not taken action, which is obviously unreasonable.

Moreover, Ning Chuan's thoughts, Long Feihu also knew, but he categorically rejected Ning Chuan's request, which was even more strange......

It's a pity, what is the inside story of this, no matter what Ning Chuan thinks, there will be no result, after all, the reason for this is only clear to Long Feihu.

"Who!?"

Ning Hai was concentrating on thinking, but he was still very keen about the situation in the outside world, and a breath flashed in his consciousness, and he immediately noticed it, and said in a deep voice to the void.

There are definitely a lot of demonic cultivators in Nanling, he destroyed Lu'an City, and other demonic cultivators will also receive the news, he doesn't believe that those demonic cultivators will be able to calm down......

"Don't be so nervous, it's me!"

A familiar voice came, in the void, Long Feihu walked out, and before he got close to Ning Chuan, a smell of wine came to his face, Ning Chuan frowned involuntarily, obviously, since he left the inn in the afternoon, Long Feihu had been staying there to drink, so that Ling Ding was drunk.

"What are you going to do?"

Ning Chuan's tone was not very friendly, the Tao was different, and he didn't conspire with each other, and when they parted in the afternoon, he had already said it clearly.

"Hiccup......

Long Feihu burped, and the smell of wine was even stronger, he smiled, and said hesitantly: "I thought about it, I'll go with you to cut ......."

Before he finished speaking, Long Feihu tilted his body and fell downward, Ning Chuan's hands were quick, he hurriedly held him up, sighed lightly, and led him into the room.

No matter whether Long Feihu is talking nonsense or is serious, he can't let anyone on the street, no matter how he says it, Long Feihu is his savior.

"It's inexplicable!"

Throwing Long Feihu on the bed, Ning Chuan was very speechless, not understanding why Long Feihu wanted to get himself drunk, and ran to say these inexplicable words to him.

As a cultivator, if you want to volatilize the alcohol in the spirits, it is a simple matter, Long Feihu doesn't want to get drunk, he can't get drunk at all, just like Ning Chuan said, it's just to get drunk himself.

Being so disturbed by Long Feihu, Ning Chuan didn't have the heart to continue thinking, sat cross-legged on the ground, and slowly fell asleep.

The night passed quickly, closed his eyes, opened his eyes, it was a night, Long Feihu was drunk last night, and still didn't wake up, after Ning Chuan washed up, he sat aside, quietly waiting for Long Feihu to wake up.

"Uhh......hh It's comfortable......"

It wasn't until noon, when the sun was shining and the sun shone in through the window, that Long Feihu, who was lying on the bed, gradually woke up, stretched his waist, groaned softly, and slowly opened his eyes.

"You're comfortable, I've been here to see you all morning!"

Ning Chuan muttered dissatisfiedly, but Long Feihu, who sat up, looked dazed, looked around, and blinked: "Why am I here? Aren't I drinking at the inn?"

“......”

Ning Chuan asked himself if he was thick-skinned, but he was ashamed of himself in front of Long Feihu again, but it was not so easy to deny it, he gave up the bed to Long Feihu last night, and he wanted to run after sleeping, how could there be such a good thing?

"Don't pretend to be garlic with me, do you want to do it with me!"

Not wanting to waste words with Long Feihu, as soon as he came up, Ning Chuan got straight to the point and asked with a straight face.

This matter is not trivial, whether it will be the second Lu'an City, whether it is acting on his own or with Long Feihu, Ning Chuan must make a plan and not act rashly.

When he was in Lu'an City, Ning Chuan was careful enough, but he still almost died at the hands of the crows, which shows that these demonic cultivators are by no means general, if they are not careful, they will even lose their lives!

As the saying goes, be careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years, Ning Chuan was able to climb from a small cultivator step by step to the current realm, just because he has always kept this sentence in mind.

"Relax, so nervous, how to do things?"

Long Feihu's face was flat, but when Ning Chuan heard this, his heart was relieved, and when Long Feihu said this, he was obviously acquiescing.

Even if Ning Chuan was dissatisfied with Long Feihu's answer yesterday, he had to admit that with the help of Long Feihu and the Demon Slayer Knife, the fight against the Demon Dao Evil Cultivator would be much smoother.

"Then why did you reject me yesterday?"

After a pause, Ning Chuan spoke again.

It can be seen that Long Feihu is not the kind of person who does not distinguish between right and wrong, otherwise, he would not have come to Ning Chuan in a daze after getting drunk.

Long Feihu didn't answer immediately, his gaze gradually blurred, he fell into memory, and thought for a long, long time before he spoke: "Hundreds of years ago, I was just a junior cultivator who had just stepped into the ranks of cultivators, with humble strength and average qualifications......"

Ning Chuan listened quietly, Long Feihu slowly spoke, but hundreds of years had passed, but it was still like a knife, every sentence was inserted in his heart, and when he finished speaking, he was already in tears.

Long Feihu is an iron-clad man, Ning Chuan already knew it when he met him, but Ning Chuan never thought of the appearance of Long Feihu in front of him - who would have thought that this man who looked immodest would have such a sad past?

He originally had a happy family, although his qualifications were mediocre and his strength was even more average, but it was also considered happy, but that day the demonic cultivators rushed into his town and slaughtered him, his wife and children all died in that disaster, and he was also seriously injured.

When he woke up, he was already in the Demon Slayer Sect, and after recovering from his injuries, he wanted to join the Demon Slaying Sect and kill all the demonic cultivators in the world.

It's a pity that his qualifications are too poor, and he missed the best opportunity to temper, the Demon Slayer Sect was not willing to accept him, and then he trained day and night, and died outside the Demon Slayer Sect several times.

After countless years of tempering and washing, Long Feihu's strength also improved, just like the oath he made, he killed countless demonic cultivators......

It's just that with the growth of strength, he has to abide by some rules, just like Lu'an City, he knows that the people in this city are all demonic cultivators, but he can't do it.

After thinking about it yesterday, Long Feihu decided that instead of being so depressed all the time, it would be better to let go with Ning Chuan, the big deal was to be removed from the Demon Slaying Sect, and the big deal was to die at the hands of the Demon Dao Evil Cultivators, how could it be better than watching these Demon Dao Evil Cultivators do some things that were not tolerated by heaven in secret.

"Senior Dragon, I apologize for what I said yesterday!"

After listening to Long Feihu's words, Ning Chuan bowed deeply and said sincerely.

Everyone has everyone's hardships, Long Feihu forbears, it is not his original intention, but the meaning of the sect, this time he decided to join forces with Ning Chuan, it is already against the will of the sect, in this way, it is Ning Chuan who persecuted others,

"It's just a small thing, don't mind!"

Shaking his head, Long Feihu took a deep breath, pulled out of his memories, wiped the tears off his face, and returned to his former appearance.

"Have a good rest today, and I'll do it tomorrow during the day, and I'll come back to you when the time comes!"

After Long Feihu finished speaking, he stood up and left the room, looking at the back of Long Feihu leaving, Ning Chuan actually felt a little sad.

Every scene of reminiscence, to him, is a knife, but Ning Chuan forced Long Feihu to recall the past once, I have to say that Ning Chuan is a little selfish in doing this.

After a day of nothing, Ning Chuan quietly cultivated in his room, adjusting his state to the best and preparing for the upcoming battle......