"Sure enough, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, the son is an animal, and Lao Tzu must be inferior to an animal?"

There was a deathly silence in the living room.

Even the great lady's crying stopped.

Ning Hai and the other descendants of the Ning family all looked at Mu Yan in shock, and then at Ning Zongxiang, and they didn't dare to come out.

Ning Zongxiang's face changed from gentle and spoiled, distorted a little, to a hideous annoyance, "You, have the courage to say it again!"

"Say it again? Which sentence are you talking about? Say that you are a shameless fat pig like your son?" or are you inferior to an animal?" Mu Yan smiled, "I can tell you whatever you want to hear." ”

"Slut, you're looking for death!!"

Ning Zongxiang finally couldn't help it, and the spiritual power in his hand suddenly condensed into a fireball, and attacked Mu Yan fiercely.

This move is the Ning family's Flame Fist, which Ning Yuqing has also performed.

However, compared to Ning Yuqing's embroidered pillow of the Flame Fist, Ning Zongxiang's Flame Fist was a real flame burning, unstoppable.

Mu Yan's retreat was already very fast.

The first time to exert water spiritual power to block the fire attack.

But the water spiritual power she condensed was instantly steamed by the flames.

And her clothes and head were also burned by the flames.

"Miss!!" Wei Zi screamed and wanted to pounce, but was caught by Ning Hai's order.

Wei Zi cried, "Miss, are you okay?"

At the same time, dozens of elites of the Ning family rushed in from outside and surrounded Mu Yan.

The cultivation of each of these people is above the eighth order of forging body, and there are even a few people who have reached the third order of Bigu.

Mu Yan glanced at the burned holes in his clothes, brushed his head again, and looked at Ning Zongxiang with an expressionless face.

And Ning Zongxiang had calmed down at this time.

The hideous anger on his face disappeared, and he regained his composure.

"Jun Muyan, your cultivation talent is indeed first-class, but if you want to fight with me, it's just a grasshopper shaking the tree, and you don't even have the slightest chance of winning. ”

"What's more, this is my Ning family, and there are my people inside and out, do you think you can still run away if you disobey me?"

Mu Yan slowly pulled off the charred pieces on his head before looking at Ning Zongxiang and said, "You want to keep me, don't you just want to marry me as the Seventh Lady, right?"

Ning Zongxiang's pupils contracted for a while.

Mu Yan laughed softly, flipped her hand, and an inconspicuous old guqin appeared in her hand.

"Want my piano?"

Seeing this piano appear out of thin air, Ning Zongxiang's eyes were literally burning.

Yes, after learning that his sister-in-law was killed, Ning Zongxiang was indeed extremely angry and wanted to break the murderer's body into thousands of pieces.

Ning Yuqing is just a stupid pig in Ning Zongxiang's eyes, but in the end, he is his own son, and he has good talent.

Ning Zongxiang spent a lot of resources to cultivate Ning Yuqing, intending to send him to participate in the sect selection.

If they can enter a sect like the Fire Sect, the Ning family may be able to go to the next level.

Unexpectedly, the son he had cultivated with great difficulty was killed by a woman.

How could Ning Zongxiang not hate?

Soon, however, he heard the accounts of the surviving guards in the Tianxiang Tower.

That woman didn't think that her cultivation was more than the ninth order of forging the body, but she was able to beat these guards and Ning Dashao of the seventh order of Bigu without the power to fight back.

The reason is that she has a mysterious guqin in her hand.

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