"You have a good relationship with the owner of the silk shop? But he seems to have offended someone he can't offend."

Xing Qiu stood beside Ning Qi and said with a smile.

The old man was a cultivator in the fusion stage. Compared to him, he was naturally like an ant, but compared to the two cultivators in the Qi Refining stage, he was indeed a person who could not be offended.

Ning Qi looked at the old man lightly, glanced at Xing Qiu, and said nothing.

In the silk shop, Yan Zhengfeng's face became extremely ugly and said to Chen Huan: "The other party is chasing me, I'll go out, don't follow me."

After saying that, Yan Zhengfeng went straight out of the door. When he walked out of the silk shop, a smile appeared on the old man's face.

"Follow me."

The old man smiled.

"Okay." Yan Zhengfeng nodded, and a trace of despair flashed deep in his eyes. He knew that he would die. At this time, he happened to see two pairs of eyes opposite him looking at him. One of them was quite familiar. Yan Zhengfeng glanced at him and recognized Ning Qi. Ning Qi looked much younger than him at that time, but now,

He is nearly seventy years old and is an old man. Yan Zhengfeng smiled at Ning Qi and did not speak.

"You know him? Why don't you give me a sword and I can help."

Xing Qiu glanced at Ning Qi and laughed softly.

Only Ning Qi could hear his voice.

Ning Qi shook his head lightly.

Just as Yan Zhengfeng was about to leave with the old man, the door of the silk shop suddenly opened again, Chen Huan walked out like a dragon and tiger walking, holding a sword in his hand, Xiaoqing hugged Chen Xi, and stood behind with a worried look on his face.

Ning Qi frowned when he saw this scene.

"That guy is Chen Huan's relative?"

"Chen Huan has indeed been a swordsman these years. When we were all very young, I felt that Chen Huan had skills in it."

Many Qingshi Town villagers who grew up with Chen Huan looked surprised.

"What kind of hatred do you have with my uncle? Do you have to decide your life and death?"

Chen Huan said in a deep voice.

The old man paused, and Yan Zhengfeng turned around suddenly and scolded Chen Huan: "What's wrong with you? Go back quickly!"

"Since you've come out, don't leave. Let's go back with me to see your master."

The old man looked at Chen Huan with a smile, "I wanted to spare your life, but you were going to come out and die, no wonder I."

"It's not certain who dies and who lives."

Chen Huan said with a serious expression.

"Is that..." The old man seemed to hear some kind of big joke, and the immortals around him couldn't help but smile. Chen Huan was only in the Qi Refining Stage. He had no chance of winning at all when facing a cultivator in the fusion stage. Just like this cultivator in the fusion stage facing these group of immortals, the difference in cultivation between the two was extremely

It's huge.

The next moment, the old man's breath that had been consolidating suddenly released, sweeping towards Chen Huan like a mountain pressing down on him. At that moment, Chen Huan knew in his heart that this old man was indeed an existence he could not provoke, but he did not retreat because behind him was his wife and children.

"Take the kids away."

Chen Huan shouted softly and raised his sword and went up.

After the old man's breath fell on Chen Huan, Chen Huan felt like he was hit by a giant hammer in his chest. He stepped back seven or eight steps, and spit out a blood arrow, his expression was depressed. If he hadn't used his sword to hit the bluestone floor, Chen Huan could no longer stand now.

"Dad!"

Chen Xi exclaimed in surprise.

Xiaoqing hurried forward to support Chen Huan, and the worry in his expression became even stronger.

"You guys go quickly."

Chen Huan whispered.

"Let's go together."

Xiaoqing shook her head, her eyes extremely firm.

"Senior, this matter is my own fault. Don't implicate others, let's go."

Yan Zhengfeng looked at the old man with a pleading look in his eyes.

The old man laughed gloomyly, "I'm anxious now, why did you run away?"

When Yan Zhengfeng heard this, he knew in his heart that the old man would not let Chen Huan go, and the despair in his eyes became more and more intense.

At this moment, Ning Qi coughed, walked out of the sword shop, came to Chen Huan, smiled and bowed to the old man, "Old sir, Xiao Huan has nothing to do with this matter, let him go."

Xing Qiu was stunned for a moment, looking at Ning Qi with a strange expression. An old man, knowing that the other party is not an ordinary person, why did he go up and care about this little business, thinking that he would live too long?

"Uncle Qi, this matter has nothing to do with you. Go back to the store!"

Chen Huan's eyes showed a hint of anxiety. He had been watching Ning Qi grow up since he was a child. In his heart, Ning Qi's status may not be weaker than Chen A San, so naturally he didn't want to see Ning Qi die for him today!

“Well.”

The old man sighed softly.

Yan Zhengfeng, Chen Huan and others looked excited, thinking that the other party was kind-hearted to find out, but the old man smiled and said, "The master only wants him, so you won't take it back. I'll take you on the road. Then, one after another, there will be a chance to meet on the Huangquan Road."

After saying that, a flying sword soared into the sky and galloped directly towards Ning Qi, Chen Huan and the others.

Ning Qi looked at the flying sword lightly, his expression did not change at all.

Xing Qiu had no intention of taking action. After all, Ning Qi was just a mortal, and he was seeking death by himself, so why bother to take action?

The old man's flying sword flew halfway, but was suddenly shot down by two oncoming lights. Everyone could see that the flying sword that had become two pieces went deep into the ground, losing the aura of the fairy spirit, and becoming a mortal sword.

The old man spitted out a mouthful of blood, looking shocked, and everyone around him was also shocked by the incident.

Two figures appeared beside Ning Qi, but they didn't look at Xing Qiu, but looked at Ning Qi with a sad expression.

"master."

Beixiao and Beimeng, who grew up, handed over together.

More than twenty years ago, when the two disappeared, they were just young girls in their teenage years old. Now they look only five or six years older than they were back then. Bei Xiao seems to be in his early twenties, and Bei Meng looks seventeen or eighteen years old.

However, at this moment, the two of them had a huge change compared to the beginning, because they exuded the aura of human and immortals.

master?

The old man looked at Ning Qi with a hint of fear.

Bei Xiao Bei Meng was obviously a monk, and he was stronger than him. He called this old man as his master, so he couldn't hide it?

Not only the old man, but also the immortals who were watching the show, were a little surprised. They looked at Beixiao and Beimeng, and then at Ning Qi, with an incredible look in their eyes.

The human immortal calls a mortal as his master?

Is this world a reality changed?

"Come back?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Well, I'm back and I won't leave again. We both want to see you off."

Beixiao nodded.

"Master, this old man is just about to kill you, so I will take off his head."

Bei Meng was like she asked Ning Qi for candy, but this time she wanted the head of a fusion cultivator.

The old man reacted and hurriedly said, "I am the White Bone Sect..."

Puchi.

Before he could finish his words, his head had already rolled to the ground.

Yan Zhengfeng and Chen Huan looked at Beimeng blankly, and then looked at Ning Qi. They felt a little confused and confused about the current development. What's going on?
Chapter completed!