Li Qinghong fell back into the mountain by himself, leaving Ning Heyuan to stand awkwardly in place for a while, not knowing what to do, and he didn't have the face to go to other mountains to compete, so he fell on the lake in a daze, but saw a person walking on the lake.

This woman is also dressed in green clothes, with good eyebrows and eyes, she looks like she is in her early twenties, her cultivation is in the middle of foundation building, her face is like frost, she frowns and stares at Ning Heyuan, and said coldly:

"Enough trouble?"

Ning Heyuan's face suddenly turned pale, he took a step back, and said in the future:

"Auntie......"

Ning Wan glanced at him, the momentum on her body fluctuated, obviously she had just made a move with others, calmed down, and replied:

"I'm going to the Fei family to investigate the situation and let you wait by the lake, you're good...... Hit the mountain gate of the Li family! ”

"Auntie!"

Ning Heyuan smiled flatteringly and explained:

"Didn't I hear of the great name of the Sword Immortal! Let's take a look at the peculiarities of his family's swordsmanship, not to mention that I call myself a casual cultivator, so it doesn't hurt! ”

"Loose cultivation?!"

When Ning Wan heard the word Sword Immortal, a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, and she was laughed at by Ning Heyuan angrily, and her good-looking willow eyebrows stretched out, and she said angrily:

"Idiot! Who's loose cultivation is a Dharma weapon from top to bottom? It just so happens that the surname Ning and the characters can also spell [巳元 Qianguang]? You've had enough of playing with that group of lackeys in the sect, do you really think that the people outside are also stupid? ”

Ning Heyuan waved his hand nonchalantly and replied:

"Who cares? I said yes, that one dares to squeak? ”

"You've really learned a lot from that Chi Yanyan!"

Ning Wan froze for a moment and scolded angrily, while Ning Heyuan bowed his head and remained silent.

"Harm!"

Ning Wan was still practicing in Yuehu Peak back then, and she had dealt with Li Qijing a few times, and she had a good impression of this child in her heart, but she never thought that she would come to this point later, so she only sighed gently, a little melancholy:

"The Li family... Li Qijing seems to have an older brother named Li Tongya, who is also good at using swordsmanship... I, Qingchi Sect, am sorry for them, Chi Wei is full of words, and where can I be persuaded by a little woman..."

"It stands to reason that Li Qijing should also know that Li Qijing has fallen at the moment, Chi Zhiyun is meticulous, and the Li family should only know the fall and not know the truth."

"Qingsui Sword Immortal."

Ning Heyuan paused, perhaps empathizing with Li Qijing's outstanding swordsmanship, sighed with some regret, and replied:

"After a few decades, Li Qijing's contemporaries have died, make up a cause of death and send something to meaning, pick up a child into the sect, and it can be regarded as the end of the matter, and it can delay the living because of a dead person."

He chuckled, the luxurious clothes on his body flowed with magic light, and said with a smile:

"Haven't they all been governed like this for hundreds of years, and an ancestor who didn't know a few generations ago, how could there be glittering magic weapons and spiritual objects that were tempting?"

"You."

Ning Wan shook her head, her expression was full of worry, and she said softly:

"You, the Chi Zhiyan and Chi Zhiyun brothers, and the elders of the Ning Chi family, are all too contemptuous... I, the Qingchi Sect, have ruled for five hundred years, and there has never been a decent mess that makes you arrogant and complacent. ”

Ning Heyuan laughed and replied:

"My Qingchi Sect has five purple mansion inheritances, thirty-six peaks, the methods of domination, coercion, differentiation, and temptation accumulated over the past five hundred years, and the collection of talents from all over the world, and the monopoly of practicing a hundred laws, not only to suppress these five hundred years, but also to suppress another thousand years!"

Ning Wan only sneered and said:

"Yuehua Yuanfu suppressed Jiangnan for 1,200 years, where is it now?"

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Autumn is strong, the letters on the table are increasing day by day, Li Yuanping is sorting out the affairs of the family on the one hand, and the marriage between Li Qingxiao and the Xiao family Yushan on the other, he is very busy and sleepless for several nights.

His thin figure supported the white robe and was slightly cumbersome, his already pale face was a little paler because of his thoughts, and his gray-black eyes stared silently at the letter on the case.

Dou Yi, who was at the bottom of the head, glanced at him a few times, and was entangled in his heart for a while, then took a step forward and said:

"Childe...... Madame has already come to urge three times, so let's take a break......"

Li Yuanping shook his head carelessly, turned his pen, and responded:

"I'm a monk with a fetal breath, and it's okay if I don't sleep for three or two days, and I'm bothered by my mother."

Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, Dou Yi secretly gritted his teeth and bowed:

"Madame means... She can share some of the affairs at home, and I only hope that the son will take care of his body and practice qi as soon as possible......"

Li Yuanping frowned and replied:

"I already know my own bones, what else is not practicing qi, don't mention it again!"

Li Yuanping also knew that Mrs. Dou had good intentions, but he had other plans, but he couldn't open this bad head, so he put down the pen and said:

"The Fei family has been closed to the mountain gate for two months... No news yet?! ”

"Not at all."

Dou Yi answered, looked at Li Yuanping's face, and replied:

"The five immortal mountains of the Fei family are all closed, and the [Cloud Gathering Tiannan Array] is sacrificed every day on the Cold Cloud Peak, and the white light is circulating, and it has never been cut off."

"The clansmen in the worldly realm of the Fei family are even more chaotic, barely maintaining their rule, and three waves of people have come to ask if there is any news of the main family in my family......

Li Yuanping his head, the Fei family's mountain protection array has a long history, it is a formation hundreds of years ago, and it has rescued the Fei family from danger several times, it is one of the best arrays on the lake, and the consumption is also a lot, and it has been launched with all its strength for a month, which is not a small amount.

"The Ancestor has also closed the death pass..."

Li Yuanping muttered a few words, remembering that Nan Ning and Yuan suddenly appeared on the lake half a month ago, and said secretly:

"This Ning Heyuan is undoubtedly a member of the Qingchi Sect... It would be such a high-grade technique, and it should also be the descendant of the Ning family, could it be that the Fei family's closure of the mountain also had the monks of the Qingchi Sect to interfere with it? ”

Looking at the four characters of [Siyuan Qianguang] in the pen, Li Yuanping was silent, and saw a person coming up from the next one, hugging his fists and saying:

"Childe! There's a gang of loose cultivators fighting on my family's territory! ”

"Loose cultivation?!"

Li Yuanping threw away his pen, knowing that ordinary fetal breath monks would never report to him, and hurriedly asked:

"What cultivation?! How many centaurs? ”

"There are both fetal breath monks and miscellaneous qi monks... I don't know the specific cultivation, there are about six or seven people, fighting life and death between the mountains and forests, which alarmed An Worship, and has already driven the wind to investigate the situation! ”

Li Yuanping walked down from above, paced a few steps in the courtyard, and said softly:

"A few miscellaneous qi cultivators, An Partridge Yan practiced the seventh layer of qi, and there should be no problem."

As soon as the words fell, I heard the sound of ping-pong outside the courtyard, and a bald man walked in, dressed in gray fur, majestic and mighty, and holding a thin old man in his hand, who looked like a gossamer and almost wanted to die.

"Childe."

An Partridge Yan nodded and said a word, threw the old man in his hand to the ground, and threw it under the steps with a plop, causing the loose cultivator to moan constantly, and An Partridge Yan hugged his fists and said:

"This is the man!"