"Murong Gongzi, there is really a guest, if you really can't wait, the slave family will go and invite the guest to come out and let the matchmaker sing for you. The old bustard smiled and flattered to the extreme.

Murong Fengyun cranked the folding fan in his hand, "I can't wait, I don't need you to go, this son will invite me personally." ”

Bang, the door was pushed open.

Ning Fan frowned slightly, and the sound of the pipa was instantly cut off.

The atmosphere is destroyed, and the song naturally cannot be played, and even if it is played, it will inevitably be difficult to hear.

Ning Fan saw a snow-white face.

It's just that the person who came has a black goatee on his chin, looks like twenty-seven or eight, holds a folding fan in his hand, and is elegant.

Why do you feel vassally elegant, because Ning Fan can't feel any of the aura that a beautiful son should have from him.

Folding fan, son, beautiful jade, elegant conversation, temperament, gentle as jade, this is the best son.

Instead of having a few locks of goat's beard at the corner of his mouth, not holding a folding fan in his hand, or wearing a jade pendant around his waist.

Murong Fengyun was dressed in an elegant white sword robe, and there was a tiger totem on the sword robe.

He carried it with one hand and gently shook the folding fan with the other, and when Ning Fan looked at him again, he was also looking at Ning Fan.

His eyes were cold, with a murderous aura, and he glared at Ning Fan fiercely.

"Get out. ”

Ning Fan sat still, just drinking tea slowly.

"Who are you? Why don't you get out? This son is here, who doesn't give face?"

"Do you know, who am I?" Murong Fengyun couldn't help but feel angry in his heart when he saw that Ning Fan didn't seem to be interested in him, and there was no fear in his eyes.

"Hey, hey, this boy, don't mind, we're just here to listen to music and play, it's not good to have a conflict. ”

Lao Mo ran over at this time, he was full of alcohol, his nose was red, he drank a lot of wine, his eyes were a little confused, and he estimated that he was very happy with Xiaohong in it just now.

Lao Mo's smiling appearance was extremely cute, but he accidentally bumped into Murong Fengyun.

Murong Fengyun looked disgusted, his palms were condensed, and he slapped Lao Mo's head.

If this shot is hit, Lao Mo is estimated to become dementia immediately.

Lao Mo was also shocked.

He hurriedly wanted to resist, but unfortunately, the other party's strength was too strong, and he couldn't dodge it at all.

Sou.

A sword qi came in an instant, hitting Murong Fengyun's fist, Murong Fengyun snorted, and his body quickly took three steps backwards.

Boom.

The sword qi entered the courtyard, clicking, the wood was broken, and the cracks were dense.

Blood dripped from Murong Fengyun's palm.

Tick.

"Damn. Murong Fengyun immediately became angry.

"Oh, don't fight, don't fight, the two guest officers are angry and wealthy, and they are angry and wealthy. ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, the old bustard was worried that the house would be demolished, so he instantly ran over and squeezed out a smiling face and flattered.

He doesn't care who gets hurt, that one will die, as long as it doesn't damage the house in Yihongyuan.

It was something she had bought at a cost of money.

Murong Fengyun pushed the old bustard away, his eyes were cold and murderous.

"Do you know who I am?" Murong Fengyun asked Ning Fan.

He'd said it several times, as if his identity was powerful.

"I heard that there is a Murong Fengyun in the Heavenly List, who sounds gentle as jade, but the gap between your temperament and his temperament is too big, you can't enter the room, think about it, you are definitely not him. Ning Fan's brows furrowed slightly.

"Hmph, I'm what you call Murong Fengyun, ranked eleventh!"

"What?" After Murong Fengyun said this, Lao Mo's expression was suddenly shocked.

He rubbed his eyes quickly, and the alcohol he had just drunk disappeared.

"You are the eleventh on the Heavenly List, Murong Fengyun?"

"By the way, I remembered. ”

Lao Mo patted his thigh, he heard that Murong Fengyun over there in the Beishan Military Mansion liked to go to Yihong Courtyard to listen to music.

Others listen to music just to please the eye and wash their ears.

But he is different, he cultivates the music and rhythm exercises, and he comes here to listen to music to improve his cultivation.

He is a wonder of the Beishan Military Mansion.

Because the monks on the side of the Beishan Military Mansion rarely come out.

The Tianbang is full of fame, and everyone in Beicheng has heard of it, and they also know the fame of Murong Fengyun, who ranks eleventh.

When he said this, the people around him suddenly looked awe-inspiring, with fear and adoration.

"Now that you remember, why don't you kneel down for me?"

"Kneel down and kowtow three times, and I, Murong Fengyun, will let you leave safely. Murong Fengyun's eyes were gloomy, and he stared at Ning Fan with a grim smile.

Ning Fan finished drinking the tea, and the teacup was thrown at Murong Fengyun.

Burst.

The tea leaves, the remaining tea, all splashed at Murong Fengyun, making him extremely embarrassed.

Ning Fan is very unhappy now, one, Murong Fengyun disturbed his interest, the women who appeared in front of him could bring him happiness, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye, it was impossible for him not to be angry in his heart.

Second, just now Murong Fengyun wanted to smash Lao Mo's head with one palm, but they just met, but they touched it, and they were going to kill him, what is the difference between other people's lives and grass mustard ants in his eyes?

Third, if you don't speak well, you have to let yourself and others get out of the way, and you have to kneel.

Is it tolerable or intolerable?

People can't bear it, and they don't need to endure it anymore.

If you don't give me face, why should I give you face?

I was born as a human being, why should I be wronged by you? I was insulted and trampled on by you?

In the cultivation world, strength is respected, even if you are really eleventh on the heavenly list, what am I afraid of?

"Look for death!"

Murong Fengyun was furious, and a layer of sword qi rolled up from the folding fan in his hand, and the white mangs flashed, and he killed Ning Fan.

Ning Fan's palm was a fist, and he smashed it with a punch against the sword qi Bai Mang.

Boom.

The sword qi collapsed, and the folding fan was even repelled by Ning Fan.

Boom.

The folding fan is unusually sharp and pierces into the heavy wood.

Seeing that Ning Fan's methods were abnormal, he was extremely powerful.

Murong Fengyun was extremely surprised for a while, "Who are you? Your strength is not weak, but I have never heard of such a person as you in Beicheng, nor have I heard of the four large camps in the southeast, south, and northwest, and I have never seen it in the Beishan Military Mansion." ”

"My name is Ning Fan. Ning Fan said lightly.

Lao Mo was worried that Ning Fan would be repaired by Murong Fengyun, so he planned to persuade and mediate.

Unexpectedly, Ning Fan repelled the power of Murong Fengyun's move, and suddenly had a new understanding of Ning Fan.

Ning Fan broke through!

Lao Mo was inexplicably confident in his heart.

"He's Ning Fan?"

"Oh my God, it's not, we don't know Tarzan with our eyes. ”

"He is Ning Fan, exactly the same as in the portrait, I didn't pay attention to it just now, I didn't distinguish it carefully, and I thought it was an ordinary guest. ”

Ning Fan's limelight is unique in Beicheng.

Yihong Courtyard is in the middle of the city from the north city, there are many people here, and the four major families are also close to here, and they have heard more or less about what happened before.

Even if Ning Fan didn't report his name, it was estimated that someone would recognize him later.

However, Murong Fengyun rarely came to Beicheng, and he hadn't been here for months.

Because the Heavenly Ranking Competition is about to start, he has to cultivate in the Beishan Military Mansion.

During this period of time, he was almost finished, and he felt full of confidence, so he planned to come out and have some fun.

I don't know much about the things in the north city.

Maybe in a few days, he'll hear about these strange things.

However, unfortunately, he ran into Ning Fan today.

From the mouths of others, I could hear their fear and admiration for Ning Fan.

This made Murong Fengyun feel very uncomfortable in his heart, thinking that he had always been respected, elevated, and boasted, and he was used to the feeling of the stars holding the moon.

Now that I feel that the limelight has been stolen by Ning Fan, how can I be happy in my heart?

"What's the matter with you Ning Fan, ordinary, today Lao Tzu wants to cripple you!"

Murong Fengyun was no longer elegant, and his fist slammed up, revealing a rough aura.

The fist was mixed with sword qi, a touch of white brilliance, dazzling, stabbing people's eyes.