"In the past ten years, you have cultivated to the mouth. ”

Feng Qianyu shook off Ning Yuan's hand, and the surrounding Qingyue Mansion female cultivators covered their mouths and chuckled, finally seeing the holy woman's angry appearance, it was really rare.

In this world, only Ning Yuan can make the saint's heart ripple.

"It's here, go back to Qingyue Tower. ”

Feng Qianyu turned around and no longer looked at Ning Yuan, saving the enemy from seeing the shame on his neck, and wanted to make fun of himself: "I will punish you when the time comes." ”

"Are you going to leave so soon!"

Ning Yuan was quite reluctant: "Qianyu, why don't you stay by my side for a few days?"

The saint was at his side, and this was something that ordinary monks would not dare to think of.

Moreover, Ning Yuan had been thinking about the Hundred Spirits Sacred Body for a long time.

He looked at the ancient books that recorded that the combination of the holy body of a hundred souls and the path of double cultivation was very delicious and beneficial to cultivation.

Ning Yuan pondered, if he could eat Feng Qianyu, he would have to cultivate a lot of cultivation no matter what, saving a lot of cultivation time.

"Put away your careful thoughts! When you make it clear to the emperor, marry me. ”

Feng Qianyu turned around, holding back her shame, she was worried that if she stayed, she would be soft-hearted again.

This enemy is like a poison, which eats away at the bones and souls, and makes people want to put it in their way.

"Then you won't be a saint. ”

"There are many monks in Qingyue Tower, and there are people who can take on great responsibilities, so you should think about how to tell your father first. ”

Feng Qianyu snorted coldly, took a step forward, and walked out of the spreading range of the dense spiritual light.

"She's coming!"

Ming Han, who was fighting with Wang Hui, saw Feng Qianyu approaching, and he was so frightened that his soul was frightened.

A Wang Hui has already put him under a lot of pressure, plus a Feng Qianyu who suppresses the young saint with one hand, how can he fight?

Ming Han doesn't want to fall here, he is the Tianjiao of the Tianwei Holy Gate, and his future is immeasurable, so he naturally cherishes his life.

"Since the Holy Maiden has arrived, then I will not leave the Little Sword Saint behind, and invite the two of you to the Holy Gate another day. ”

Ming Han let out a long roar, turned into spiritual light, and flew towards the night sky.

"Hugh away!"

Wang Hui was furious, the broken sword was flying, and he was about to chase after him.

My master is still here, you said that if you don't fight, you won't fight?

Then how can I deal with Master!

Master even gave me a big medicine, and I will kill a few weighty people today!

However, Ming Han has the secret technique of the Tianwei Holy Gate, and the speed of escape is extremely fast, turning into a streamer and dissipating under the night sky in an instant, making it impossible for people to catch up.

"Coward. ”

Wang Hui walked out of the main hall and looked coldly at the direction of the night sky: "If I become holy, I will definitely go to the Tianwei Holy Gate to calculate today's accounts." ”

"Later, let's talk about it later. ”

Feng Qianyu glanced at Wang Hui and said lightly: "Zheng Yifan was injured by me, and he can't care about you, you can leave." ”

"Thank you for your help today. ”

Wang Hui arched his hand, glanced at Ning Yuan from afar, and then stretched out his hand and made a move, the broken sword turned into a streamer, and he flew forward under the night sky.

"If you have the heart, let your master personally bring a gift to the Holy Land to thank me. ”

"Let's go. ”

Feng Qianyu smiled faintly, and the Dao flower appeared, stepping into the air, like an immortal floating away.

"Gifts?"

Ning Yuan pondered on the side: "It's all so familiar, what kind of gift do you bring, could it be a dowry?"

Thinking of this, Ning Yuan was a little stunned in his heart.

I didn't expect the dignified Qingyue Lou Holy Maiden, the proud flower in the hearts of the Kyushu monks, to move her heart so quickly.

Don't do it, the saint doesn't want to do it, so she is in a hurry to get married.

"It seems that these days, the saint is also unsalable. ”

Ning Yuan suddenly shook his head and sighed.

Not long after the two left.

"Boom!"

With a roaring sound, the hall couldn't withstand the battle of the four people after all, the pillars broke, and the entire hall collapsed.

The visitors and captives are gone, and tonight's protagonist is still lying in the ruins, not knowing whether he is alive or dead.

"Quick, save the saint!"

"Come on!

The disciples of the whole sect shouted, running around in front of the main hall, thinking about Zheng Yifan who was buried in the ruins of the main hall.

Although Feng Qianyu looked down on the young saint who had become a quick master, this was still the pride of the whole sect and the pillar.

"It's a good martial arts meeting, and it's like this. ”

"It seems that tomorrow's holy service will not be held as scheduled, and the happy event that the whole family wants will almost turn into a funeral. ”

"It's also to blame Zheng Yifan for being too greedy, wanting to compete with the Zhongzhou Terrans, and doing something wrong. ”

"Peers can't compete, how to talk about the revitalization of the Xizhou Terrans, how to let the Xizhou Terrans compete with Zhongzhou. ”

This scene made everyone sigh.

Ning Yuan glanced back at the ruins lightly, and no one noticed when there was an extra black-robed entourage beside him, who was the previous coachman's third envoy.

"Have you found it all out?"

Ning Yuan asked lightly, the third envoy nodded, and said: "It's all clear, the whole door is really involved in Xizhou, and the intelligence news has been sent to the branch of the Xizhou Chamber of Commerce, and people are being arranged to investigate thoroughly." ”

"Well, there are a lot of people here, I'll talk about it in detail when I go back. ”

Ning Yuan nodded, and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, a voice came from the ruins.

"Noble, please stay!"

The hoarse shout made people hear it, this was the young saint Zheng Yifan who was beaten down by Feng Qianyu with a palm.

"He hasn't spoken yet?"

Ning Yuan was stunned, he knew the power of Feng Qianyu's palm.

Zheng Yifan was slapped hard, but he was not seriously injured and fell into a coma, obviously he also had some cultivation, not as embarrassed as Feng Qianyu said.

"Zheng Shengren crawled out!"

Someone exclaimed, everyone turned around and looked over, and Ning Yuan also turned to look over.

I saw that a person struggled to crawl out of the ruins, a piece of his chest collapsed inward, and Shengwei's palm was extremely terrifying, but he was just pale and weak, with blood at the corners of his mouth, and there was no major problem.

At least on the surface.

"Nobleman!"

Zheng Yifan had just crawled out of the ruins, so he shook off the disciples of the whole sect and strode towards Ning Yuan: "We have made an appointment, and we will drink together after the martial arts meeting!"

"Can you still drink with your injuries?"

Ning Yuan squinted his eyes slightly: "It's okay tomorrow, why don't you be good at recuperating from your injuries." ”

"Hahaha, the cultivation of the Holy Maiden of Qingyue Tower is indeed good, and the name of the Bailing Holy Body is well deserved, but I am not a master. ”

Zheng Yifan laughed, touched the wound on his chest, coughed violently a few times, and then smiled faintly: "I'm just looking at her as a woman, and I can't bear to really do it, let her win a hand." ”

When everyone heard this, they were stunned.

They had never seen such brazen people.

It's clear that it can't be beaten, but it's better to say that it's a saint who let others.

"Your Excellency, I have something important to discuss with you, and I won't delay you for too long. ”

Zheng Yifan looked at Ning Yuan with an eager gaze, now that the people of the Tianwei Holy Gate are gone, the only person who can hold his thigh in front of him is this noble man from the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce.

Zheng Yifan's own family knows his own family affairs, and if he wants to inspire the whole family, it is definitely not enough to rely on his own background, and he must have the support of strong external forces.

Zheng Yifan was indeed in a coma before, and Feng Qianyu's palm was full of holy power, and it was not something that Zheng Yifan could resist.

He didn't see Ning Yuan and Feng Qianyu standing together, let alone that the noble person of the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce in front of him was the mastermind behind tonight's chaos.

Feng Qianyu and Wang Hui have a lot to do with the person in front of them.

Zheng Yifan was kept in the dark, and he still regarded Ning Yuan as a lamb to be slaughtered, a noble man who could be coaxed.

The three envoys on the side suddenly spoke: "Nobleman, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. ”

This Zheng Yifan clearly has bad intentions, and it is obviously a big risk to let the emperor stay.

Zheng Yifan glanced at the three envoys in disgust, and scolded: "The master speaks, what kind of mouth do you have." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Ning Yuan waved his hand: "The moonlight is just right, you can pour a few cups." ”

Ning Yuan naturally would not refuse Zheng Yifan's request, he had previously shown favor to Quanyi as the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce, and he was waiting for this moment.

Zheng Yifan can't wait to keep himself, he must have a plan.

As long as he knows his needs, he can grasp the general situation of the Xizhou human race in a targeted manner, and it is in line with Ning Yuan's interests.

As for the danger.

Ning Yuan really didn't think that a Zheng Yifan could do anything to himself.

It's a big deal to lift a few hole cards, expose the identity of the emperor, and leave Xizhou in style.

"Hahaha, it's really my confidant!"

Zheng Yifan swept his sleeves and turned sideways with a smile: "Please!"