Ning Que pinched it greatly, for the old pole, it was naturally full of confidence, and he could stir up the situation of the Fu family, although it was not beneficial to harm others and himself, but he was happy from the bottom of his heart, especially when the other party made a big show and moved the people, but he returned empty-handed, not to mention, and offended the entire Qinghe County, it can really be said that he didn't hit the fox and caused a commotion.

The eight elders were in high spirits, pointing out the country, and a group of people followed behind to pick up dropouts, and they still had illusions about the second floor promised by the Fu family.

The deep embedding is still the same, unfathomable, devastated, deep and secluded.

Everyone's hearts were beating wildly, and their two eyeballs were about to fall out, but looking at the amazing aura standing in front of them, they immediately stopped dying, stunned like sauerkraut and radish, and unwillingly recalled their subordinates and looked at Ning Que on the side.

Ning Que looked like he had nothing to do with himself, and the Eighth Elder fell into the darkness with a few white-bearded old men who looked like dust, leaving more than a dozen people on guard.

Fu Qinghuo was grinning, walking on his back, his eyes staring at the sky, standing fluttering opposite Ning Que, a bottomless crack between the two of them, the cold wind was blowing, and it was rattling.

"Hehe, Ning Gongzi has been gone for a long time. ”

Ning Que was noncommittal, sneered and said nothing, as the wind in his ears,

Fu Qinghuo was obviously shocked, his face turned pale, and he said coldly: "Hmph, give you three points of color to open a dyeing room, why didn't you bring the white-haired witch and the obscene old man today?" After speaking, he walked a little closer, and with a wave of one hand, several evil smiling old men surrounded him, locked Ning Que within two zhang, and could capture him alive with a raise of his hand.

Ning Que was not afraid, showed a disdainful expression, and said with a smile: "Old Fu dog, believe it or not, this son made your blood splash five steps." After saying that, he leaned forward half a step.

Fu Qinghuo was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and his hair immediately rose and flew back two steps, until he bumped into a lean old man behind him, and then realized that he had lost face.

suffered a great humiliation, the whole situation was down, the other party was already a turtle in the urn, but he lost face, blushed and had a thick neck, and roared angrily: "Little scumbag, Lao Tzu is going to pick your skin, Ming Protector, Qiu Protector, please make the decision for me and pay him." ”

One person smiled evilly: "Hehe, this seat has already had some itchy hands, just a mid-level, there is no need to make such a fuss, this seat only accepts suppression." ”

Fu Qinghuo just wanted to speak, but he was not sure, after all, Ning Que Xiuwei had risen again, unruly, if he was careless, he would suffer if he didn't do well, but the other party's realm was there, if he was advised to be careful, I was afraid that he would fall into the other party.

"Lao Jiu, be careful, this kid's breath is not weak. ”

The man rubbed his wrists, licked the skin of his mouth, showed a mouth full of jagged teeth, and said with a smile: "A milky hairy boy, no need." ”

A pair of navy blue hands, poking out from the clouds, mighty, there was a buzzing roar in the air, about three feet or so, the ground raised a large amount of dust, flying sand and rocks.

Ning Que's eyes were slightly condensed, and the fear and excitement in his eyes were indescribable, and his competitive ambition was just now

When he reached the fifth level, he didn't expect the sparring partner to be sent to the door, and the arrogance filled his body and mind.

The palm print is held virtually, and the golden mist suddenly rises out of the palm, shaped like a cluster of golden clouds, and the palms are opened together, and the palm cleanses out a crimson light and shadow, and the golden auspicious clouds wrap the crimson red shadow.

The golden flame immediately burst out, with an indomitable domineering aura, booming, although it did not break through the big hand that covered the sky, but it reduced its power by four or five layers, and the big hand that fell was five or six points slower.

The condensed air was dispersed and surged away, and his figure flashed, and he had already dodged three feet away, and his palm prints passed by, and the ruins of the broken wall not far away turned into flying ashes.

The strong evil wind cut blood marks on the side of his face like a knife, Ning Que smiled faintly, for those high-level majestic momentum, he could actually resist and move, even if there was still some distance, he could still laugh proudly.

You must know that Ning Que has only just stepped into the fifth order, if he can reach the peak of the fifth order, he may be able to fight with him, even if the other party has just stepped into the high order, but this already says that Ning Que is brave.

The rest of the people are all complexion, such a growth rate, it is simply palpitating, the deepest feeling is still Fu Qinghuo, at the beginning, the other party was in front of him, he was still a waste with a head and a mouse, but now, he can touch the high-level tiger whiskers, and a sense of powerlessness arises in his heart, more of a killing and killing......

"Brother Qinghe, don't keep your hands, kill him, he is a great enemy. Fu Qinghuo shouted desperately, and the fear in his heart occupied his senses.

Fu Qinghe was also as embarrassed as burning his face, a mere fifth-order mongrel could dodge his seventh-layer power, but he didn't take Fu Qinghuo's killing intent seriously at all, if he really wanted to kill, it wouldn't be his turn, after all, no matter how he said it, he was the grandson of Ning Shentong, and if he was killed, would he still have a way to live?

Not to mention that his cultivation has only reached the high level for half a year, and he has just ushered in the peak of his life, how can he kill himself?

So I didn't take it seriously at all.

Fu Qinghuo saw that the other party didn't take himself seriously, so he could only hide the haze in his eyes, leaned over, and muttered the whole story of the matter beside Ming Protector.

The cold air in the eyes of the Ming Protector is like a golden autumn in September, which instantly turns into a cold winter wax moon, as if he is in a snow-capped mountain.

After a few breaths, Ning Que already felt the eyes and killing intent around him, his hair stood on end, and he looked at the cracks on the edge of the soles of his feet, and he didn't think about it, his legs stepped heavily, and the bottom boomed open, rushing in.

"Chase". Several people moved in unison, and for a while, the cyan streamer in the air fell down like an intertwined dense net, and what was even more amazing was that they pursued towards the crack that Ning Que had squeezed open.

"Hehe, there's a good show to watch. The gloating good deeds bared their teeth and smiled, very unhappy that Ning Que stole all the limelight and deliberately made a loud noise.

Of course, it is more because I want Ning Que to die, and then the Ning family will be angry, and the Fu family will fight hard, and in the end, both will be defeated, and the Fu family will be expelled, and the south of the city can be redistributed and fall into the hands, isn't it happy. What's more

What's more, the Fu family used force to suppress people, which really damaged everyone's face, and they were very jealous in their hearts, and they wanted to get back face, but they didn't have that strength.

Ning Que fell into it, he had already thought about it, and his breath exploded to the peak, hooking the pulse in the deep embedding, wanting to draw out the old pole.

With the old pole's soil escape, I want to escape, but it's just a trivial matter of raising my hand.

On the other hand, I also want to see the situation inside, make sure that nothing goes wrong, and buckle this urine basin on the Fu family's head.

Sure enough, a small green sapling jumped to the shoulder, and saw the newly grown clusters of green leaves, verdant and dripping, giving people vitality, which was surprising and woke up the second spring.

However, the well-informed Ning Que knew in an instant that the old pole had changed into a new outfit, and it seemed that the receipt was not small, and the intention of death in his body had subsided a little unconsciously.

"Pole Daddy, are you done?"

The old pole was called a smug, the cracked branches were about to be divided into two sections, and the thief smiled: "Then it is needless to say, you rod dad out of the horse, one top two, the spiritual veins have been turned into ruins, well, why are there so many breaths?"

Ning Que immediately reined in his breath and explained the reason for the situation, the old pole took Ning Que and plunged into the cliff, and then rushed out of the surface, and said indignantly: "Okay, you Fu family, you are really vicious, you came to the bottom of the hand kettle to draw salary, and all the spiritual veins in the ground were hollowed out by you, big guy, the eight elders of the Fu family did not believe in their words, and led all the spiritual veins away." ”

When Fu Qinghuo saw Ning Que at first glance, his heart was half cold, and he didn't expect that the several figures who went down didn't catch up with him, and yelled: "Fart, little mongrel, don't talk nonsense, be careful that Lao Tzu tears your mouth." ”

Ning Que escaped into the ground, and after a few breaths, he suddenly appeared behind Fu Qinghuo, his fist condensed, and it hit with a bang, like hitting a sandbag, the sandbag immediately broke and exploded. ”

Fu Qinghuo couldn't react at all, a hole-sized hole appeared in his chest, blood gushed out, muttering to himself, but no one could hear it, the rest of the people were trying to surround it, Ning Que had already run into the ground and disappeared.

The magnificent palm prints made the entire south of the city like a towering building, crumbling, and the rubble and flying sand continued to roll into the deep embedded bottom.

After a while, a figure burst out, and it was the Eighth Elder, with a gray face, and said hatefully: "What's the matter? Who caused you to cause the shock?"

"Eighth Elder, Qing Huo was killed by Ning Que's mongrel. An angry man said respectfully.

The Eighth Elder glanced at the figure that fell in a pool of blood, a little sad and sad, his face suddenly hit like frost beating an eggplant, he was very embarrassed, and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, let's not mention this matter for the time being, the underground spirit vein seems to have failed, it seems to be just an empty shell, and it has no shape." ”

Several people's faces were cold, and they glanced at the Eighth Elder suspiciously, but they found that it didn't look like they were lying, and they were confused, and said, "Just now, the little mongrel said that the spiritual vein was stolen by the Eighth Elder. ”

"What?" The Eighth Elder jumped up and immediately said angrily: "It's just nonsense, find it for this seat, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to catch him, this seat doesn't believe it, he will always hide in the ground."

The bottom doesn't come out. ”

Then a few figures rushed out, and now a few old men who were exploring inside also touched a nose of ash, spit a few mouthfuls of spit, and one of them stood up and said with a strange smile: "But there is his hair." ”

Fu Qinghe walked out leisurely, invisibly lowered a few points, and handed over a piece of Ning Que's hair.

The man grinned like grinding his teeth, grabbed his hand, and his hair fell on the palm of his hand.

Walk through the street, into a deep and dark alley, the warm cool breeze blows unhurriedly, the high fences, the carved eaves, the years and wind and rain have worn away the scenery of the year, the old houses in the alley preserve the traces of history, but are located at the forgotten intersection.

Yang Wei looked at the road ahead with traces of time, and walked in the alley full of cracks, and suddenly there was a chill in his heart, and a black shadow suddenly stood behind him, with a heavy hand on his shoulder.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Against the Spirit" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~