The evening glow shines on the earth, and the orange-red sunset on the western horizon and the gently blowing mountain peaks create a quiet atmosphere.

In the silence, a loud roar exploded the sky!

Boom! Boom!

Ning Moli was dressed in a dark green robe, the placket shook against the sound of the wind, and the sleeve robe shook to create a mighty momentum, like a floating immortal, born in the waves, and came at the time of the mighty noise.

"Ning Maniac!?"

Cen Dongsheng's face changed wildly, and he instantly turned blue: "Hasn't he been staying in Suhe City all the time?

The name of Ning Moli has spread throughout the martial arts world.

Maybe in recent years, the new martial arts realm doesn't know Ning Moli. But Cen Dongsheng understood the horror of Ning Moli.

Neurotic, not terrible.

The scary thing is...... Neuropathy has a strong and unscrupulous force, and has the capital to be unscrupulous and indulgent.

Meanwhile.

The four people of the Su Bei Sect who were watching, the elder's face changed suddenly, and he was in awe, and he actually bowed down from a distance to show his respect.

"Ning Lao—"

"No wonder there is no large-scale martial arts sect to negotiate with Han Dong to enter the sect, it turns out that Han Dong is related to Ning Lao. The elder's pupils narrowed, and he guessed some truth.

I'm afraid that Han Dong is a disciple of Ning Moli.

So.

With the current state of Qingshan Sect's downfall, it is estimated that there is only one disciple like Han Dong, and it is natural for Ning Moli to pay more attention to it.

Thinking so.

"Cen Dongsheng. Elder Su Beizong shook his head secretly: "Anger Elder Ning, now it's up to you how you end." ”

......

The martial arts students on the edge of the clearing were already stunned.

Martial arts students who have never participated in the boundary obligation have no chance to witness the mysterious martial arts of the Martial Sect Realm, so they can only rely on guesswork or inner imagination.

Cen Dongsheng's martial arts momentum swept all directions, making them understand what it means to be dignified and powerful.

And Ning Moli's walking in the air and looking at the world is ridiculous and incredible!

Flying is nothing more than a human reverie.

How can a man of flesh and blood walk in the air?

But in front of you.

The orange-red sunset, the gloomy figure in the green robe, made all the martial arts students look shocked and stunned, it was hard to imagine that there was such an existence in the world.

"Am I dazzled?"

The melon-faced girl stared blankly, and the tremors continued, like an earth-shattering tsunami, slapping on her heart and making her tremble.

"Is this true?" she subconsciously pinched her cheek.

Pain.

There is pain.

Then she pinched He Xuan's arm - ah!

"What are you doing?"

He Xuan's eyes widened, and his voice was lowered to the extreme.

It turned out to be true, and the contradictory taste of reality and fantasy reverberated in my heart...... The melon-faced girl looked at Ning Moli in the green robe in a daze, and didn't have any thoughts.

The rest of the martial arts students are about the same.

Only Liu Tuyun and Li Jingkong, their faces were solemn, their bodies were as straight as loose, and they knew in their hearts how difficult it was to walk in the air.

Ordinary Martial Sect Realm, absolutely can't do it!

At least it has to be the level of the master of a sect, supplemented by advanced techniques, to be able to ascend to the sky!

......

Above the clearing.

Han Dong was also surprised: "The master actually came in person?"

I wasn't too surprised to see him walking in the air, after all, I had seen it before. Compared with walking in the air, making a blazing chain of fire with his own hands is what Han Dong still remembers vividly.

Immediately.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter how strong Rao is heart is, in the face of the awe-inspiring momentum of the Martial Sect Realm, it is like an ordinary animal facing a fierce tiger or even a ferocious beast, and can only barely maintain his composure.

There was silence in the audience.

Ning Mo stepped away from the gloomy step, causing air ripples every step of the way, and in a blink of an eye, he had come to ten meters in front of Cen Dongsheng.

"Why don't you explain?"

The wrinkled old face showed a trace of doubt, like an ancient giant beast awakened, and walked towards Cen Dongsheng, who was pale, little by little.

Asking questions indifferently is like a hammer bombarding the heart.

Dead!

Spread the boundless dead silence.

Although Cen Dongsheng was the sect master of the Tieyang Sect, his strength was great and he could look down on ordinary martial arts sects, but he also felt an irrepressible panic.

Damn it!

Ning Maniac actually left Suhe!

Cen Dongsheng's pupils locked, he gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice: "Han Dong murdered my disciple Chu Daye, who is about to enter the Tieyang Sect, as the person in charge of the sorting battle, I should uphold justice, please-"

The sentence was not over, and the air froze instantly.

Like a ferocious beast awakened, its eyes are open ferociously, and its eyes are violently revealed, rendering a confusing atmosphere where black clouds have destroyed the city.

"What did you say?"

Ning Moli continued to walk, like a kind old man who was faltering, and walked towards Cen Dongsheng: "I didn't hear it clearly just now, can you say it again...... Justice?

In a flash.

His face turned hideous, and he took a step forward!

"What justice!"

"Whatever you say - I'm the !! justice" The right fist suddenly stretched out, revealing the thin arm between the spins, and the craggy right palm slapped on the spot.

Bang!

The strong and ferocious right palm instantly squeezed the surrounding air, and a terrifying thunder sound occurred that shook the audience, as if the heavenly dome thunder split the earth, making the martial arts students in the audience feel deafening and their hearts trembling.

Hiss!

Han Dong gasped and hurriedly retreated.

What's going on?

Why is it that his own master has a tendency to get sick...... In addition to the fact that the sect cannot be disgraced, the word justice is also taboo?

Every time he recalled the original chain of flames, he felt more and more terrifying about Ning Moli. Because when you are sick, you don't care what your identity is!

When Ning Moli is sick, everything can be killed!

Boom Boom –

The right palm continued to move forward, and the violently tumbling circle of qi was alive, like the white aftermath of the giant cannon being ejected.

No language pales.

All words, indescribable.

"Ning Moli!"

In the face of such an unreasonable slap, the corners of Cen Dongsheng's eyes jumped wildly, his arms were caught, and the internal force flowed out, blooming with earthy yellow light, shining brightly.

The art of the earth!

Oneness Level!

With such a solid defensive technique, even intercontinental missiles can resist hard, and sniper rifles cannot penetrate the structural light shield of earthy yellow light.

But.

Cen Dongsheng still felt the crisis of life and death, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the aura of death flickered, so he had to roar wildly: "Qingshan Sect is supreme!"

The next moment.

The violent right palm has a little bit of strength - Peng !!

When the air was torn, when the air wave exploded, and between the powerful shocks, the right palm gently hit Cen Dongsheng's arms, and the earthy yellow light shield was like a weak and inferior toy, shattered in response, and finally fell on his chest.

Click!

The endless sound of bones and muscles shattering was endless.

Snort!

Cen Dongsheng, who was the sect master of the Tieyang Sect, had round eyes, blood was spitting out from his mouth, his arms were broken on the spot, and there was an obvious depression in his chest.

Meanwhile.

Like a tattered doll, he slammed backwards, and was directly knocked out of a distance of hundreds of meters, crashing into a thick willow tree.

Click.

The willow sloth is truncated at the waist.

Cen Dongsheng finally stopped his figure, and with a wow, he spit out fragments of his heart, and an uncontrollable horror appeared in his eyes.

How can it be?

He, hasn't he fallen to the earth?

Before his thoughts were finished, Cen Dongsheng held his breath in his throat and fell straight to the side, and was reduced to a coma under his heavy injuries.

Shocking hope!

It was just a slap in the face, and the beating of Sect Master Cen was seriously injured!

Whether it was the four members of Su Beizong or the many martial arts students present, they were all stunned, stunned in place, not knowing what to say, and almost lost their ability to think.

There are two reasons for this.

One is the force of tyranny.

The second is ...... How did the old man in the green robe, who was fluttering in the sky, like a fairy, and stepping into the air, suddenly become an unreasonable and cruel old man, the gap between the front and back was really outrageous, and it was shocking and terrifying.

......

Something is wrong with the style of painting!

This is the inner thought of almost all martial arts students.

......

It is worthy of Ning Lao!

Elder Su Beizong bowed deeply, secretly exclaiming, falling into the mortal dust can also have such force.

......

Belch.

The corners of Han Dong's mouth twitched and he glanced at the ground.

He is the closest to those present.

He could clearly see two deep furrows on the ground, and the earth was tumbling on both sides...... It was Cen Dongsheng who tried to stop the traces of his body in the process of falling 100 meters.

More importantly.

The churning wave just now rushed to the face, and it was extremely condensed air.

"The force of the fist that can blow up the air. ”

"The Sect Master of the Tieyang Sect can't stop the master's palm, how strong is my master? There is also the scene of the fist being blown up by chance at the beginning, and the person who fights against the master is afraid that he is even stronger than the master of the Tieyang Sect. ”

With his thoughts turning, Han Dong took a breath.

"Master. ”

A smile appeared on his face, and he greeted Ning Moli: "Thanks to the master for coming here to help." ”

Hum.

Ning Mo ignored Han Dong, his wrinkled old face surfaced with murderous intent, staring at Cen Dongsheng who was paralyzed in the distance, his face was uncertain, and finally he endured the brutal killing machine extremely reluctantly.

There is a mental problem, but it is also sensible.

If it was too cruel, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of the Qingshan Sect in vain, unless all the people present were killed...... Ning Moli pursed his lips, his eyes flickering.

"Master?"

Han Dong asked in horror.

He always felt that Ning Moli seemed to be brewing something, Han Qian was not here, but no one could cure this master.

"Yes. ”

Ning Moli snorted, chirping, and seemed to be dumbfounded.

Sizzle.

took out a cigarette, Ning Mo rubbed his fingers, lightly rubbed out a flame, lit the cigarette, and looked at Han Dong.

"Good apprentice. ”

Ning Mo forced out a kind smile: "What did you just say?"

Scare!

Han Dong almost couldn't help but retreat, but with the virtue of respecting the teacher, he also squeezed out a smile: "Fortunately, the master is here to help in person, and the apprentice is grateful." ”

"Oh, you misunderstood. Ning Moli took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled: "Chu Daye's whole family is dead, take a look at Chu Daye for the teacher." ”

"If he doesn't die, he will be slaughtered by the teacher himself. ”

？？？

Is it self-inflicted...... Han Dong was speechless and said, "At noon today, the apprentice has already killed him. ”

Oh.

Ning Moli took a puff of his cigarette.

He narrowed his wrinkled eyes, sighed softly as if he was stunned, and asked casually, "Well, how many punches did you make?" Don't let him walk too comfortably. ”

！

Han Dong was shocked, and his face did not change: "The specific number, the apprentice can't count it." ”

"That's good, I'm very happy to be a teacher. Ning Moli tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Okay, you drive the teacher back to Suhe." ”

Han Dong smiled and replied, "Okay." ”

In fact.

He had the heart to refuse, but he was powerless to refute it.

Ning Mo was in front, Han Dong was behind, and walked towards the silver gray car.

Surrounded by many luxury cars, this ordinary vehicle is inconspicuous, but it gathers the attention of the audience, making the evening glow with a sense of silence.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

All of them turned into a statue and watched the silver-gray car leave.

Buzzing.

With the sound of the engine, the car began to accelerate, Ning Moli sat in the co-pilot and slowly took out his mobile phone.

He pulled the screen twice and frowned.

"Apprentice. ”

Ning Moli pointed to the glowing screen: "How to cancel the WeChat movement, the number of WeChat steps for the teacher...... More than a million are displayed. ”