"Wang Hui!"

Ning Yuan squinted his eyes slightly, he recognized that the man in the cage was Wang Hui, who was known as the Little Sword Saint of Zhongzhou, and he was also his apprentice.

"Noble, please come with me. ”

A deacon from all the doors greeted him with a smile on his face and asked respectfully, "But the nobles of the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce?"

"Hmm. ”

Ning Yuan retracted his gaze and nodded.

"This way, please. ”

The deacon turned sideways and asked, "What do you call your nobleman when he looks at him?"

The deacon had seen the speaker of the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce in Dalin City, and he was not the young man in front of him, but he also knew that this person was a noble person of the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce, and he couldn't be lazy.

"Ning. ”

Ning Yuan spoke lightly, and the deacon's expression changed slightly.

The Kyushu Chamber of Commerce comes from Zhongzhou and is said to have an inextricable relationship with the Great Xia Dynasty.

Although there are many Ning clans in the Great Xia Dynasty, the only Ning clan who can be the nobles of the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce is the dynasty itself.

"Could it be the side branch bloodline of the Great Xia Dynasty?"

The deacon thought in his heart, he didn't think that Ning Yuan was the descendant of the emperor, it was too noble, and it was rumored that the emperor had already entered the world and hidden, holding the emperor's sticker, and his cultivation was profound, so it was impossible for him to be a person in the condensation realm in front of him.

"It should be so, he is the son of the side bloodline of the Great Xia Dynasty. ”

The deacon was sure of Ning Yuan's identity in his heart.

However, even if it is a side line, it is amazing, and it is related to Emperor Ning.

While leading the way, the deacon pondered in his heart: "Young Master Ning, is it your first time coming to Dalin City?"

"Yes, this trip is out to experience, walk around. ”

Ning Yuan smiled gently at the deacon, and then asked, "Who is in that cage, and why did you put him here?"

"Ning Gongzi doesn't know, this is the custom of our Xizhou sect. ”

The deacon laughed and introduced quite proudly: "The martial arts club, as the name suggests, is mainly based on fighting methods, but there will be more colors and rules. The man in the cage was none other than Wang Hui, the little sword saint of Zhongzhou! he had promised to be defeated in battle and captured by all of my sects. ”

"But I am not a murderer, and the young saint of my sect has compassion and gives Wang Hui a chance to atone for his sins. ”

"Oh?"

Ning Yuan smiled and asked, "How is he going to atone for his sins?"

Ning Gongzi took a moment and found out later. ”

The deacon smiled mysteriously, paused and asked, "Young Master Ning, are you familiar with Wang Hui?"

"I don't know this person. ”

Ning Yuan shook his head, the deacon breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "That's good, there will be big people coming tonight, and the son is waiting to watch the play get better." ”

"There's a big guy coming?"

Ning Yuan shook off the folding fan in his hand and watched the deacon go away to pick up other guests who had entered the temple.

He wanted to know what the hell the whole course wanted to do.

......

The main hall of the whole gate is composed of 160 nanmu as the main body, the ground paved with fine white jade shines with warm light, the phoenix spreads its wings on the cornices carved from sandalwood, and the wall panels made of floating windows and jade piled up with green tiles.

This hall obviously cost a lot of financial resources, and everything is luxurious and atmospheric.

In the center of the main hall was a huge cage, divided into four areas, filled with large and luxurious tables and chairs, the tables were full of holy fruit spirit wine, and the four areas were occupied by Terran monks and alien monks.

Ning Yuan sat at the top of the eastern area, closest to the cage, and could see clearly.

It's just that Wang Hui seemed to be in a coma and didn't notice Ning Yuan's gaze.

His hands were suspended in the cage, his head was kept down, and he didn't care about everything around him, and Ning Yuan could vaguely feel that the qi and blood in his body were also very weak.

"Young master, do you want to notify the Silent Army to save people?"

Miao Yin stepped forward and asked.

Ning Yuan shook his head silently.

Taking advantage of the martial arts meeting, the three envoys had already led people to infiltrate the whole gate and were collecting intelligence information.

The net has not been completely rolled out, and now the net is just three or two small fish and shrimp, and Ning Yuan disdains it.

After a stick of incense.

The hall was already full, and some seats were vacant, so I guess someone was late.

The whole sect didn't want to wait long, and there were already elders who appeared and stood in the center of the main hall.

"Someone's coming out!"

"It's Zheng Yifan, the young saint of Xizhou!"

"Sure enough, it's extraordinary!"

There were whispering voices all around, and Ning Yuan looked over when he heard the sound.

I saw a group of people walking out of the inner hall, and there was a young man who was overshadowed by the stars of the elders and disciples.

The young man was smiling, handsome, with his hair tied over his shoulders and a long sword at his waist, and he strode forward, looking forward to life.

He is Zheng Yifan.

Most of the surrounding monks could feel that the holy power that was almost overflowing around Zheng Yifan's body made many monks who were not good at cultivation feel stuffy in their chests, and they couldn't help but vomit blood.

"This is the power of the young saint!"

"You can't get any closer, or the road will be unstable. ”

"Hey, that's terrifying. ”

The monks around them muttered to themselves, their voices filled with fear and shock.

Zheng Yifan also knew that his holy power was strong, so he stopped standing next to the cage and no longer approached forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Zheng Yifan, the senior brother of the whole sect!"

Zheng Yifan spoke loudly, clasped his fists and saluted, which was quite chic: "The family teacher was closed a few days ago, and the affairs in the door were handed over to this seat temporarily. ”

"I would like to thank you all for coming all the way to celebrate the Holy Path Ceremony here. ”

"You have come with a great gift, and the whole course should also be expressed. ”

Zheng Yifan smiled and stood with his hands in his hands: "Today, according to the customs of Xizhou, a martial arts meeting will be held to make all distinguished guests smile." ”

"This person. ”

Zheng Yifan pointed to Wang Hui, who was sitting in the cage, and said with a smile: "It is Wang Hui, the little sword saint who challenged this seat not long ago, but unfortunately his skills are not as good as others, and he was defeated, and according to his promise, he was captured by all the people." ”

"Wang Hui's cultivation is good, but his character is not good, he regretted his promise after defeat, and humiliated the whole sect on the spot, which is extremely hateful, and not killing is not enough to protect the dignity of the sect. ”

"But for the sake of the same race, this seat is unwilling to kill him, give him a chance to live. ”

A few days after Zheng Yifan became a saint, the saint's temper was fully learned, and he opened his mouth and closed his mouth.

Although he has good intentions on his face, the arrogance and conceit in his bones are revealed through his body, which makes people quite unhappy.

"Tonight's martial arts meeting, this person is the protagonist. ”

Zheng Yifan paused, and said loudly: "This seat has given the saint the decree as a saint of all disciplines, and has given Wang Hui the opportunity to fight fairly! According to the customs of Xizhou, anyone who is guilty and undefeated in ten battles can be cleared of his crimes! Come and go freely!"

As soon as Zheng Yifan's words fell, the audience was in an uproar.

"Ten battles! Wang Hui is already a wasted man, right? Can he fight ten battles without being defeated?"

"I see that his body is weak in qi and blood, and there are many wounds on his body, he must have been tortured before, he is already on the verge of death, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to survive a single battle. ”

"Hey, it's better to kill him neatly, why torture people so much. ”

"Okay! I can watch the Terran monks fight to the death, which is a great pleasure tonight!"

"This ...... Alas. ”

The surrounding monks looked at each other, some were excited and applauded, some showed pity, and some were afraid of Zheng Yifan's ruthlessness.

All living beings are in various states, and Ning Yuan is in his eyes.

The alien monks showed excitement in their faces, and the Terran monks fought to the death, which was a unique show for them.

Most of the Xizhou Terran monks were silent, feeling that this move was a bit inhumane.

The monk in Zhongzhou had an angry expression and wanted to say something fair for Wang Hui, but he was afraid of the young saint of the whole sect and did not dare to speak.

"Sage, are you torturing Wang Hui like this, aren't you afraid of the wrath of the Great Emperor's Mansion?"

A monk from Zhongzhou couldn't help it, and shouted: "I heard that he is a disciple of the Qingli Supreme!"

"Qingli Supreme?"

Before Zheng Yifan could speak, a Dongzhou monk sitting in the western district smiled coldly: "I really hope she can come, the supreme of our clan is already waiting for her on the road." ”

"Hmph, is that the brute who was cut by the sword a few days ago?"

The Zhongzhou monk laughed: "If the Qingli Supreme really comes, your big bird, I'm afraid it's not a fart!"

"Bastard, you can't find death!"

The alien monks of Dongzhou looked over one after another, their eyes full of unkindness, revealing murderous intent.

Zheng Yifan was cold, glanced at the Zhongzhou monk who had spoken before, and smiled faintly: "What you said is just a rumor, it can't be true, if he is really a disciple of Qingli Supreme, how can he be easily defeated?"

"If the Qingli Supreme Dharma Decree comes and confirms Wang Hui's disciple identity, this seat will spare his life. ”

Zheng Yifan paused, spread his hands and smiled: "It's a pity, he is not a supreme disciple, and the supreme decree will not be surrendered for him." ”

Someone is still shouting: "But he is also a fellow Terran monk, why torture him like this and let the aliens see the joke!"

"It's all my rules!"

Zheng Yifan frowned, his heart was bored, and he coldly swept the Zhongzhou monks, and the holy power came out through his body, like a wave swept in, and the coercion filled the hall.

In the Zhongzhou monk area that was being taken care of, everyone's faces were pale, their bodies were shaking, and some people even had blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, and they didn't dare to speak any more.

Zheng Yifan's holy power is still revealed, brilliant and inexhaustible.

That's when it happened.

"Let him play ten. ”

A clear and calm voice sounded, attracting everyone's attention and making Zheng Yifan disperse the holy power.

Everyone looked over to the source of the sound and saw a boy who was gently shaking a folding fan.

"Since it is the rule of the whole course, as a guest, I naturally have to abide by it!"

Ning Yuan opened his mouth and smiled faintly: "This martial arts meeting sounds quite interesting, I like to watch people fight to the death the most in my life." Let him fight, and he will fight ten games!"

"I think this is the noble man of the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce. ”

Zheng Yifan suddenly had a good impression of Ning Yuan.

Thinking of the congratulatory gift sent by the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce this time, which was the most valuable gift among all the guests, Zheng Yifan looked at Ning Yuan for a while, the more pleasing it became.

"Nobleman, if you are interested in martial arts, why don't you pick out a few retinues with advanced cultivation and compete with them?"

Zheng Yifan suggested: "If the nobles like it, this seat can give five places." ”

"Do you want my beautiful lady to dance with a sword and a sword?"

Ning Yuan smiled faintly: "Give the opportunity to others, but I want him to use that broken sword to fight!"

Hearing this, Zheng Yifan was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately felt that Ning Yuan was a confidant.

The surrounding Zhongzhou monks glared at Ning Yuan one after another.

This young man looked at the good-natured face, why was he so ruthless!

Not only does it have to let people fight ten games, but it also prefers to use the broken spirit sword to fight, isn't this letting Wang Hui go to death?

"Your nobleman asks, and this seat should obey its orders. ”

Zheng Yifan readily agreed, and just as he was about to speak, Ning Yuan picked up a spiritual elixir from Miaoyin's palm.

"I still have a request, let him take this elixir. ”

Ning Yuan glanced at the person in the cage, and his tone was calm: "It's like a dead dog, how can you fight ferociously, and only by taking medicine can I enjoy watching it." ”

The voice fell.

No one found out.

Wang Hui, who was hanging in the cage, raised his head slightly, and his body trembled slightly.

"This ......"

Zheng Yifan was a little hesitant.

Ning Yuan smiled: "It's just an ordinary tonic, it can repair his injuries, if he is still like this and barely hangs on his breath without dying, he can't even pick up a sword, what is the point of fighting." ”

"Your Excellency is right. ”

Zheng Yifan nodded, stretched out his hand, and this pill was windless and automatic, and it had floated into his hand.

Zheng Yifan lowered his head and carefully examined it, and found that it was indeed just an ordinary [Huiyuan Pill], which was a commonly used elixir used by the monks of the first three realms, and even Wang Hui's aura was not satisfied, let alone curing Wang Hui's serious injury.

Zheng Yifan was very satisfied, he felt that Ning Yuan had the same torturous evil taste as himself, and he was a fellow practitioner.

It's just that Zheng Yifan didn't find out.

Wang Hui, who was in the cage, had raised his head at some point, and his cold eyes stared at the pill in Zheng Yifan's hand through his scattered and filthy hair.

He recognized.

This is the master's immortal elixir!