The atmosphere in the room became extremely solid.

Among the disciples of Ying Tianfu, there are high and low grades, the green robe is the first level, the red robe is the first level, the belt buckle is not buckled and the beast head is also the first level, the red robe buckle the beast head is the personal disciple of a certain uncle in Ying Tianfu, and then there is the little gentleman of Ying Tianfu.

The little gentleman no longer relies on robes to highlight the rank, similar to the quasi-holy sons of the major holy mountains, these little gentlemen are different from the quasi-holy sons of the holy mountains, the seats of the holy sons of some holy mountains are undecided, and the quasi-holy sons still have the opportunity to inherit the important position, but the great gentlemen of Ying Tianfu have already decided.

It's the Qingjun in front of him.

Guan Qingping's cultivation is indeed good, but it is a pity that he was approached by Ning Yi, even if the little gentleman with a higher cultivation came, without defense, he could not take advantage of Ning Yi's hand-to-hand combat.

Qingjun's face was gloomy, and he looked down at Guan Qingping, who was fainting.

After he heard Ning Yi's words, his face became even more ugly.

One by one, or together?

He had already guessed what had just happened, in public, Ying Tianfu had lost such a huge face?

Or at the scene of his own banquet for the Pope?

Qingjun took a deep breath, and all kinds of anger surged back and forth in his eyes.

He looked at the young man standing in the middle of the field, with a black cloth hanging from his waist and a protruding sword.

Ning Yi felt tremendous pressure when this man came here. This man in a coarse linen shirt brought a strong sense of oppression to himself, and Ning Yi had no doubt that the other party might be the peak of the Later Realm, or even a cultivator of the Tenth Realm...... Hardly need to think about it, this is the most genius group among the major holy mountains.

From the words of Ying Tianfu...... It should be the famous Qingjun.

If the cultivation of his fifth realm starts, I am afraid that it will be like Guan Qingping to himself, and there is a high probability that he will be ravaged by this man whose cultivation is unknown.

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

The crowd was noisy, making way for a white-robed young man, and a gentle voice came out under the embrace of the linen-robed Taoist.

"Huh-"

The voice sounded a hint of surprise, as if he hadn't thought that the other party would appear in this place.

After the crowd avoided, the white-robed young man ignored the Ying Tianfu disciples who were lying on the ground, walked forward slowly, and came to Ning Yi's side, he turned around, looked at Qingjun with an ugly face, and said seriously: "Lianqing, let me introduce, this is a friend who saved my life, the little uncle of Shushan...... Ning Yi. ”

When he said his name, Chen Yi's pronunciation became heavier, his expression remained unchanged, and he was indifferent from beginning to end.

These disciples of Ying Tianfu, Chen Yi didn't care about the rules of causing trouble and fighting in the Imperial City of Tiandu...... In fact, there are not a few people who break the vows, and the little people who are not long-sighted have provoked the powerful, is it possible that the powerful still have to swallow their anger? As long as they don't make too much trouble, they can be exposed in a word.

Ning Yi's identity is much higher than these people who fell to the ground.

Chen Yi glanced at the Ying Tianfu disciples who were groaning in pain, and at this time, his voice became a little solemn, and he said slowly: "I think what just happened here, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding." ”

Qingjun silently clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves.

He laughed to himself, thinking to himself that the Pope had misunderstood the two words, and he really used them at a good level.

The people who fell all over the ground were all people from his Ying Tianfu, what misunderstanding could there be?

Ning Yi was left standing alone, what was the matter, and it wasn't all based on one mouth?

But all the insiders who were present on the day of Xu Zang's funeral knew that at the end of that day, Ning Yi opened his mouth alone and extorted money in the back mountain of Shushan, all with one mouth. Not only Ying Tianfu, but also seven or eight holy mountains have suffered and fallen into the Tao.

This mouth opens, telling right and wrong, reversing black and white, isn't it casual?

Without waiting for Ning Yi to speak, Qingjun waved his sleeves "easily" and said with a smile: "Your Excellency the Pope doesn't need to say more...... I knew it was a misunderstanding. ”

Lian Qing was specially told by an elder in Tianfu that Ning Yi, the junior uncle of Shushan, if he really came to Tiandu, he should be "treated well", but "not to be underestimated".

Chen Yi's expression did not ease in the slightest.

Sure enough.

Qingjun said slowly: "But I should be a disciple of Tianfu, who was beaten so badly, as their senior brother...... I can't sit idly by. What do you say, Your Excellency?"

Chen Yi's face was a little ugly.

Ning Yi said indifferently: "What do you want?"

One of his hands was already on the black cloth wrapped in fine snow.

Qingjun narrowed his eyes, he carefully recalled the details of Yiwu Xingjun's face-to-face description, he could swallow the three-thousand-year-old Demon Monarch Fetal Bead alive, he could do it if he asked himself, but he had to pay a lot of price...... What kind of realm is this little uncle of Shushan named Ning Yi in front of him, Qingjun can't figure it out.

The four academies seem to be harmonious, but in fact they are not, because of some "historical residual problems", there is an undercurrent between each other, and if Qingjun makes a move and exposes his true strength, it is very likely to cause bad consequences.

It's not that he thinks he can't beat the little uncle of Shushan in front of him.

Ning Yi gave Qingjun a "weak" atmosphere.

It's not a sign of weakness.

It's that even if Ning Yi hides all the starlight and doesn't show the mountains and water, under Qingjun's induction, he still feels that this is a cultivator with a weak breath.

Qingjun was even skeptical...... Ning Yi was just a Middle Realm cultivator.

He lowered his head and glanced at Guan Qingping's injuries...... It's really miserable, so miserable that I can't bear to look at it directly.

Ning Yi's cultivation ...... You need to find out, otherwise it's hard to do.

Qingjun said calmly: "The misunderstanding between cultivators is easy to solve, because of what causes, use whatever is solved. ”

"You beat Guan Qingping like this. He said in a blank voice, "Then a fair challenge." ”

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

A person stood up behind Qingjun, that person was also dressed in a casual green shirt, his hair was scattered, and his breath was awe-inspiring, more than one grade stronger than Guan Qingping, but compared to Qingjun, it was more than one level worse.

Ning Yi's eyes shrank, this is a little gentleman from Ying Tianfu.

Ning Yi was expressionless, looked at Qingjun, and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Qingjun, who had a restrained breath and was like an abyss, did not go to see Ning Yi, but calmly said to the green shirt beside him: "The matter of Qingping is in charge of the lineage, and you will solve it by Linjun." ”

The Ying Tianfu Linjun, who had already arrived in the back realm, hummed softly.

Guan Qingping is a descendant of "Qingshan Wet", Linjun is the title of Yuan Lin, he squatted down, rubbed Guan Qingping's forehead, stuffed a pill into the latter's mouth with an expressionless face, slapped it twice, heard a violent coughing sound, and then slowly stood up and came to Ning Yi.

Ning Yi's gaze crossed Yuan Lin and looked at Qingjun.

He seemed to sense a hint of something wrong, compared to the pressure that this Lin Jun brought to him...... What he can feel even more is that what is imminent now is Qingjun's temptation of himself.

Qingjun is testing his cultivation.

This challenge, whether to accept it or not, has become a question.

Ning Yi took a light breath, and he put one hand on the hilt of the black cloth wrapped in fine snow, and met Qingjun's eyes.

A fine cold sweat has oozed from his back, the fine snow may come out of the sheath at any time, the whole person is integrated into the sword intent, and it may be handed out at any time, the matter has come to this point, he has no way out, and he must not show the slightest flaw.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins.

Qingjun stared at Ning Yi, wanting to see the slightest uneasiness and timidity, but there was none.

Ning Yi suddenly grinned, pressed the five fingers on the hilt of the sword, and grabbed the black cloth.

Qingjun's pupils shrunk.

This can never be a mid-level ......

This is most likely a back-end.

Even the Tenth Realm!

Qingjun suddenly thought of Luo Changsheng, who was ranked first on the star list last time, that freak came out of the Qiang Mountain Immortal Residence, and when he was only in the eighth realm, he had already reached the peak of the ninth realm.

At that time, Luo Changsheng also had an extremely ordinary meaning on his body, and he did not make his cultivation public.

The atmosphere on the field froze, and everyone held their breath.

Yuan Lin's face was solemn, and he felt a looming murderous aura, although it was small, it could not be ignored.

From the sword that Ning Yi put on the hilt of the black cloth.

If there is a fight, what will be the ending, Yuan Lin is not clear...... He was pushed to the stage by Qingjun in order to explore the depth of Ning Yi's cultivation, and Yiwu Xingjun had explained to several geniuses in Tianfu that if he met Ning Yi one day and had the opportunity to challenge...... What they should do.

Yuan Lin said in a deep voice: "Ning Yi, I challenge you, only about victory or defeat, regardless of life or death." ”

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows.

"For the sake of fairness, you and I only use the power of the First Realm. Yuan Lin took a deep breath, Qingjun could sense the sudden change in the aura of the young man in front of him, and he also sensed something, for fear that Ning Yi was a fierce man like Luo Changsheng who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and he was afraid that he would be beaten up at that time.

Yuan Lin said seriously: "How?"

When he saw the young man in front of him, his face was still expressionless, but his momentum seemed to be relieved, and his body instantly relaxed.

Ning Yi said the word "can" in a very soft voice.

Yuan Lin's pupils constricted.

The black robe disappeared in front of him in an instant.

The bluestone slab in front of him suddenly exploded, and a figure jumped high-

No sword was used, and the sound of the black cloth tearing was not heard.

Yuan Lin, who had cultivated himself to suppress himself at the peak of the third realm, raised his hands and pressed against the front door, doing his best to resist the blow that fell from the sky.

Ning Yi, who jumped high, clenched his fists with both hands and hammered down.

There is a tendency to be unclear.

It is mixed with the mystery of "smashing the sword" taught by Xu Zang.

There is also Senior Sister Qian's "Star Giant" exercise.

One hit.

smashed on Yuan Lin's arm, with both arms, and slammed into Lin Jun's face.

All the techniques that Ning Yi mastered were all compressed within the third realm, and they were smashed on this blow!

Boom -

There was a dead silence.

Then there was a "poof".

Yuan Lin fell to his knees and smashed his knees on the bluestone ground.

Ning Yi landed lightly.

With Linjun, the little gentleman of Ying Tianfu, as the center of the circle, a spider web bloomed on the ground.

This little gentleman of Ying Tianfu, who was going to fight with Ning Yi fairly after the pressure of the realm, his eyes were scattered, and the whole person fell to the ground on his knees, leaned back, leaned slowly and then fell to the ground, in the eyes of everyone...... It was no different from the Ying Tianfu disciples who had fallen to the ground before.