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

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

The old man is a monk in the integration stage. Compared with him, he is naturally like an ant, but compared with the two monks in the Qi refining stage, he is indeed someone who cannot be offended.

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

In the silk shop, Yan Zhengfeng's face became extremely ugly, and he said to Chen Huan: "The other party is chasing me. I'm going out, so 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.

"Come with me."

The old man smiled.

"good."

Yan Zhengfeng nodded, a trace of despair flashed deep in his eyes. He knew that he was bound to die. At this moment, he happened to see two pairs of eyes looking at him from the opposite side. One of them was quite familiar. Yan Zhengfeng glanced at it and recognized it.

Ning Qi, Ning Qi looked much younger than him back then, but now, he is nearly seventy years old. He is an old man. Yan Zhengfeng smiled at Ning Qi and said nothing.

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

Xing Qiu glanced at Ning Qi and chuckled.

Only Ning Qi can hear his voice.

Ning Qi shook his head lightly.

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

With.

Ning Qi couldn't help frowning when he saw this scene.

"Is that guy a relative of Chen Huan?"

"Chen Huan has really become a swordsman these years. When we were very young, I felt that Chen Huan had some skills."

Many Qingshi Town residents who grew up with Chen Huan looked astonished.

"What grudge does your Excellency have against my brother-in-law? Do you have to fight to the death?"

Chen Huan said in a deep voice.

The old man paused, and Yan Zhengfeng suddenly turned around and yelled at Chen Huan: "What does this have to do with you? Go back quickly!"

"Now that you're out, don't leave. Come with me back to meet the master."

The old man looked at Chen Huan with a smile, "I wanted to spare your life, but you came out to die on your own. You can't blame me."

“It’s not certain who will die and who will live.”

Chen Huan said with a solemn expression.

"Is that so..."

The old man seemed to have heard some kind of big joke, and the immortals around him couldn't help but smile. Chen Huan was only in the Qi refining stage. Facing a monk in the integration stage, he had no chance of winning at all. Just like this monk in the integration stage faced

They are like a group of immortals, and the gap in cultivation between the two is extremely huge.

The next moment, the aura that had been constricting on the old man's body suddenly released and swept towards Chen Huan like a mountain bearing down on him. At that moment, Chen Huan already knew in his heart that this old man was indeed someone he could not provoke, but he did not retreat.

Finally, because behind him are his wife and children.

"Take the kids and go."

Chen Huan gave a low shout and raised his sword.

After the old man's breath fell on Chen Huan, Chen Huan felt as if he had been hit on the chest by a giant hammer. He stumbled back seven or eight steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood arrows, with a dejected look on his face. If he hadn't pressed his sword against the bluestone floor, he would have been stunned.

Chen Huan can no longer stand.

"Daddy!"

Chen Xi exclaimed.

Xiao Qing hurriedly stepped forward to support Chen Huan, her expression even more worried.

"You guys go quickly."

Chen Huan whispered.

"Let's go together."

Xiao Qing shook his head, his eyes extremely determined.

"Senior, this matter is my fault alone. Don't involve others. Let's go."

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

The old man laughed sinisterly, "Now that you are anxious, why did you run away in the first place?"

When Yan Zhengfeng heard this, he already knew in his heart that the old man would never 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 at the old man and cupped his hands and said: "Old sir, Xiao Huan has nothing to do with this, let him go."

Xing Qiu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ning Qi with a strange expression. He was a bad old man. He knew that the other party was not an ordinary person, so why did he go up and meddle in such nosy affairs because he thought he had lived too long?

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

There was a hint of anxiety in Chen Huan's eyes. 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 Asan's. Naturally, he didn't want to see Ning Qi die a happy death because of him!

"That's fine."

The old man sighed softly.

Yan Zhengfeng, Chen Huan and others became excited, thinking that the other party had discovered it out of kindness, but the old man smiled and said: "The master wants only him, so you won't take him back. I will send you on the road, one after another, on the road to Huangquan."

There is a chance to meet."

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

Ning Qi looked at the flying sword indifferently, without any change in his expression.

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

The old man's flying sword flew halfway, but was suddenly shot down by two oncoming electric lights. Everyone could see that the flying sword, which had been broken into two pieces, went deep into the ground, lost its fairy aura, and became a mortal sword.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood with a look of shock on his face, and everyone around him was also shocked by this turn of events.

Two figures appeared next to Ning Qi. They did not look at Xing Qiu, but looked at Ning Qi with a sad expression.

"master."

The grown-up Bei Xiao and Bei Meng raised their hands together.

More than 20 years ago, when the two disappeared, they were just teenagers. Now they look only five or six years older than they were then. Bei Xiao looks like he is in his early twenties, and Bei Meng looks like she is in her early twenties.

Seventeen or eighteen years old.

However, at this moment, the two of them have undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before, because they exude the aura of immortals.

master!?

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

Beixiao Beimeng looked like a monk at first glance, and was stronger than him. For such a being to call this old man his master, could he be hiding his secrets?

Not only the old man, but even Xing Qiu and other immortals watching the show were a little stunned. They looked at Bei Xiao and Bei Meng, and then at Ning Qi, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes.

An immortal calls a mortal a master?

Has the world changed?

"Back?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Well, now that I'm back, I won't leave again. The two of us will see you off until the end of your life."

Bei Xiao nodded.

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

Beimeng was just like asking Ning Qi for candy, but this time she wanted the head of a monk in the integration stage.

The old man reacted and said quickly: "I am the White Bone Sect..."

Phew.

Before he finished speaking, his head had already rolled to the ground.

Yan Zhengfeng and Chen Huan looked blankly at Beimeng and then at Ning Qi, feeling a little confused and confused about the current development of things.
Chapter completed!