In the courtyard of the Ning Mansion, everyone was already arguing, and they were about to push the Ning family to a dead end.

"Brother Ning, don't worry. With this letter, don't say that the City Lord's Mansion is bound to uphold justice, even our families will never sit idly by. ”

"That's it, the Ning family is so despicable and shameless that it has simply disgraced our Tianshui City. Nan Ning's urging is even more careless of human life in broad daylight, which is simply lawless. ”

"We demand, the Ning family get out of Tianshui City!"

"The Ning family get out of Tianshui City!"

"The Ning family get out of Tianshui City!"

The shouts of the crowd became louder and louder, and even countless people gathered outside the gate of Ning Mansion. It's just that those who have a heart will find that there are retinues from various prefectures mixed in.

In the main hall, Liu Yunfeng hugged his son and cried in the corner. Ning Hanlin closed his eyes tightly and sat directly above him alone, not saying a word.

Suddenly, a shout: "Enough!"

Ning Hanlin stood up and looked around with a solemn face.

"A bunch of beam-jumping clowns, noisy here!"

"My Ning family, how can you rabble make a mistake!"

Ning Hanlin's angry speech did not calm everyone's family, and a lot of foul language came.

At this moment, the crowd was forcibly separated by the huge force, and one person passed through the houses and entered the main hall.

Ning Jian frowned, looked at the visitor and said, "I thought you weren't going to come out." ”

The person who came was none other than Xie Shien, the head disciple of the Jinyang Sect who accompanied Ning Xuan's order last time. On weekdays, he lives in a simple house in Ningfu, except for the grandmother who delivers food, everyone almost forgets that there is this person.

Xie Shien took out a token and said, "The Jinyang Sect is doing business, and the idle people are scattered. ”

Seeing that everyone was indifferent, Xie Shien took out the long sword from behind his back and waved it casually.

In front of each family, a bottomless slender crack appeared.

When he raised the long sword in his hand again, everyone was terrified and immediately withdrew from the courtyard of the Ning Mansion and stood with the onlookers outside the gate.

Xie Shien's appearance undoubtedly reassured the Ning family, only Ning Hanlin knew that this was his son's backhand in the mansion.

Xie Shien faced Ning Jian, and his aura was in his eyes, and he didn't know what kind of secret method he used, but his face was a little more solemn.

"Ning Duwu, it's still wrong....."

A sigh that makes people scratch their heads.

At this time, Ning Hanlin said to Xie Shien: "Virtuous nephew, this person wants to destroy my Ning family. Please help me to suppress it, and I will punish it severely by family law. ”

He was angry when he said this, but Xie Shien did not respond.

Ning Jian ignored Ning Hanlin's shouting, and he said to Xie Shien: "You just stand like this?"

This is also a question that everyone inside and outside the house wants to ask.

Xie Shien said lightly: "You can't win." ”

After saying this, Ning Hanlin asked in disbelief: "Nephew Xie Xian, you are the ninth rank of the tattoo master, and this little beast has only awakened for ten months." ”

Outside the gate of Ningfu, the heads of the families suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. It turned out that there had always been a master of the ninth rank of the tattoo in the Ning Mansion, and he and the others were humiliated in front of him just now.....

Everyone couldn't help but take two steps back.

Xie Shien's face showed impatience with Ning Hanlin, "He is also a Tattoo Ninth Rank, and he should already be a Tattoo Scholar realm." ”

The sound of pumping sounded inside and outside the house.

Liu Yunfeng even forgot to wipe his tears, and looked at Ning Jian like a monster. Ning Duwen beside him had already opened his mouth wide and was dumbfounded.

All the people from all the families outside the mansion felt that their brains were no longer enough, and they couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all. It was still the ordinary people who watched the excitement and exclaimed first.

"This Ning Jian is the ninth stage of the tattoo priest!!"

"Isn't that the same as Ning's urging? No, he was only fourteen years old, and Ning was fifteen years old before he was a nineteenth dan. ”

"Oh my God, what's wrong with the world?"

The head of the Jiang family thought that he had actually instigated his son to challenge Ning Jian when he was competing in the ring, and he suddenly felt ridiculous.

Dong Shun got up from the ground and ran to Ning Jian's side, "My God, God! Ning Jian, what are you ..... How to ....."

He was already incoherent when he spoke, but he kept looking around Ning Jian.

"Impossible!!"

Ning Hanlin's expression was hideous and terrifying, and he pointed at Ning Jian and shouted: "I didn't let him succeed in the initial Spirit Pattern Awakening, how could he be a Tattoo Ninth Rank!!"

Although Ning Hanlin is not a cultivator, he is very clear about the hardships that Ning Duwu has endured in the sect over the years. This is still assisted by those elixirs. Ning Jian, a mere gatekeeper, how could he ..... How can he be a tattoo perfect!!

Ning Jian also noticed the aura in Xie Shien's eyes at this time, which must have been one of the secret techniques of the sect. But he was a smart man, and he had a clear understanding of himself and others.

"Xie Shien, what are you going to do next?" Ning Jian asked.

Scratching his head, Xie Shien said with an unpretentious expression: "You must have guessed it, delay time." Actually, if I were you, I might as well leave. Don't worry, I won't stop you. ”

Ning Jian replied: "You have to settle the matter, otherwise you won't feel at ease when you leave." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ning Jian stimulated the aura at his feet and rushed towards Ning Hanlin.

Syllable!

With a single shot, Xie Shien stopped Ning Jian's figure, and the direction in which he was standing just blocked Ning Hanlin behind him, and the displeasure on his face couldn't be more obvious.

"You are really like what Ning Duwu said, I don't know what to do. I said that I can't beat you, but you are also in the Nine-Rank Realm of the Tattoo Warrior, and you shouldn't ignore me. ”

Ning Jian's actions completely stimulated Xie Shien's self-esteem, and he finally got angry.

The long sword was in his hand, and the spiritual power around his body fluctuated violently, and a phantom appeared on the sword body.

"Gladiolus!"

Five-grade spirit pattern, gladiolus. Xie Shien's bloodline power and sword intent fit quite high, and all sword skills could exert several times the power in his hands. This is also the reason why he was accepted as a closed disciple by the head of the Jinyang Sect.

"Seven Star Sword. ”

One person and one sword, facing Ning Jian.

Xie Shien's wrist shook, and countless sword flowers bloomed in front of Ning Jian. He took another step under his feet, and the force started from the soles of his feet, pulled his waist and back, and passed to the tip of the sword.

Ning Jian didn't dare to be careless, and cut into the sword flower bush with both hands. One inch, two inches, three inches, I still didn't feel half a touch in my hands, as if these countless sword flowers were illusory.

At this time, Xie Shien took a deep breath, and the strong aura fluctuations had already reached his arms. Ning Jian could barely sense the trajectory of the sword body.

The palms of both palms slapped towards the sword body, and the gluttonous spirit pattern was naturally carried in the palm of the hand early in the morning. Ke Ningjian's hand was fast, and Xie Shien's sword was faster.

I saw it, but I couldn't touch it.

The sword body was bent by force, and it actually bypassed the curve of Ning Jian's hands, pointing straight at his throat.

At this time, it was too late to defend again, and what was even more helpless was that Xie Shien had already taken the second step, and if Ning Jian retreated one foot, his sword could advance another one and a half feet.

Suddenly, Ning Jian withdrew the force of his left foot, and the center of gravity of his body leaned to the left. In the blink of an eye, the neck and the blade of the sword staggered.

Ning Jian, who had lost his center of gravity, continued to stretch forward with his palms, and when Xie Shien's sword was exhausted, his palms closed and clamped the back half of the sword body.

He wants to take the sword.

I don't know what the material of this sword is, and the touch from Ning Jian's palm is as smooth as silk except for the coolness. No matter how thick the calluses on the hands were, they didn't create enough friction.

Xie Shien drew his sword back without much effort.

Ning Jian was about to pursue.....

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out.