I saw Tang Jingyun step forward, raise his legs like a dragon swinging his tail, and blatantly kick sideways.

It's a pity that junior martial artists, in front of short-haired youths, are really vulnerable.

The difference in strength between the two sides is huge.

The short-haired young man held the handle of the knife and was brazenly domineering.

The moment the knife came out of its sheath, it was accompanied by a cold and murderous aura, as if there was a smell of blood, and the black light was so fast that it reached Tang Jingyun's throat.

"Stop!" Ning Bei spoke.

The short-haired young man held a cool knife, pointing at Tang Jingyun's neck, the blade had already cut through the epidermis of the skin, and a drop of blood flowed out.

This scene frightened everyone.

How dare a short-haired young man kill!

Ning Bei threw Shi Zhengyang to the ground, and when he turned around, he had already seen the knife of the short-haired young man, pointing at his cheek.

The cool knife pointed to Ningbei!

The short-haired youth had no idea what that meant!

He said indifferently: "As a martial artist, he violates the iron law, uses swords and soldiers against ordinary people, and injures others, and is imprisoned for three years; 10 years for those who become disabled; Murderers, kill on the spot! ”

The cold words made everyone shiver.

Ning Bei asked softly: "Then do you know that anyone who holds a cold knife should not point a knife at his comrades, this is also an iron law!" ”

"Who are you?"

Of course, the short-haired youth knew this rule.

This is something he remembered when he took the cold knife with both hands.

Ning Bei was already angry, and the Beiwang knife hidden on the inside of his body was drawn out along the sleeve and landed on his left hand.

provoked Su Qinghe to roll his eyes, but he didn't expect Ning Bei to actually lie to her, and still carry this knife with him.

The short-haired young man looked over, and his whole person was like a lightning strike, and his face turned pale.

The next moment.

Unexpected by everyone.

The short-haired young man put away his knife and sheathed it on the spot, knelt down on one knee, and clasped his hands into fists and shouted: "Han Li of the Bianjing Group, see the military master!" ”

One sentence shook everyone around.

Yue Feng hunched his waist, he was already stunned on the ground, as far as he knew, looking at Huaxia, there was only one place, and only one person could be called a military master!

That's the North.

The Northern King of the Northern Liang Army, a legendary figure who was crowned king at the age of seventeen, is the immortal myth of their military department, also known as the military master, young and high-level, holding heavy power!

At this moment, Han Li knelt down on one knee, and his whole person was already stunned.

Yue Feng muttered, "Northern King Knife, you are the Northern King!" ”

Yue Feng was alone and was stunned for a long time.

Ning Bei saw that Han Li knew his mistake, and he would never be too harsh on his brothers, and said: "Get up, Beiliang has no kneeling salute, and the warrior with a cool knife is in the north, in front of the country, even if he dies in battle, he dies and does not fall, this is the arrogance of the Beiliang army!" ”

Beiliang has no kneeling salute, and everyone looks at it!

The people in the box were all stunned, and the abandoned son of the Ning family, who had just been laughed at, was so terrifying.

"Take him away and let the Shi family go to Bianjing to collect people!" Ning Bei pointed at Shi Zhengyang.

Han Li picked up Shi Zhengyang and left quickly.

The rest of the people, and Liang Zhou.

Ning Bei spoke again: "Girl, borrow my mobile phone for me!" ”

"Well, but don't fight again, or I'll tell Aunt Qin!" Su Qinghe handed over her mobile phone.

I flipped through the address book and found Liang Yihong's phone.

The old man's voice sounded: "Who? ”

"Me!" Ning Bei spoke calmly.

Liang Yihong's eyelids jumped slightly, he couldn't forget this voice, and couldn't help but speak: "It's Xiaobei, I haven't seen the Ning family for a few days before, and I have time to come to my Liang family to sit!" ”

"Don't worry, there is a son of your Liang family named Liang Zhou, right?" Ning Bei's tone was calm.

Liang Yihong's heart trembled: "Yes!" ”

"You descendants of the Liang family, I will teach you a lesson, or will you come?" Ning Bei asked.