Chapter 311 Loose Cultivators

Li Qinghong fell back into the mountain, leaving Ning Heyuan standing there awkwardly for a while, not knowing what to do and having no shame to go to other mountains to compete. He landed blankly by the lake, only to see waves walking on the lake. Come one person.

This woman was also dressed in Tsing Yi, with beautiful features. She looked to be in her early twenties, and her cultivation was in the middle stage of foundation building. Her face was frosty, she frowned and stared at Ning Heyuan, and said coldly:

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Ning Heyuan suddenly looked disgusted, took a step back, and said in full voice:

"aunt……"

Ning Wan glanced at him, her aura fluctuating. It was obvious that she had just had sex with someone else. She calmed down and replied:

"I'm not going to go over to Fei's house to investigate the situation, so I'll let you wait by the lake. You'd better... open the gate of Li's house!"

"aunt!"

Ning Heyuan smiled favorably and explained:

"Didn't I hear the name of Sword Immortal? Let's take a look at the uniqueness of his swordsmanship, not to mention that I call myself a casual cultivator, so it's harmless!"

"Rogue cultivator?!"

When Ning Wan heard the word "Sword Immortal", a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, and Ning Heyuan laughed angrily. She spread her beautiful eyebrows and said angrily:

"Idiot! Whose loose cultivator is full of magic weapons? Who happens to have the surname Ninghe and knows the magic [Siyuan Qianguang]? You have had enough fun with those lackeys in the sect, do you really think that the people outside are also stupid? ?”

Ning Heyuan waved his hands nonchalantly and replied:

"Who cares? My superior said so, who dares to say anything?"

"You really resemble Chi Zhiyan!"

Ning Wan paused for a moment and cursed angrily, while Ning Heyuan lowered his head and remained silent.

"Harmful!"

Ning Wan was still practicing at Yuehu Peak, and had interacted with Li Chijing several times. She had a good impression of this child in her heart. She never thought that she would reach this point later, so she just sighed gently, a little melancholy:

"The Li family... Li Chijing seems to have an older brother named Li Tongya, who is also good at swordsmanship... We, the Qingchi Sect, are sorry for them. Chi Wei has always kept his word, but I, a little girl, can't persuade them..."

"It stands to reason that they should have known that Li Chijing died at the moment. Chi Zhiyun acted carefully. The Li family should only know that Li Chijing died and not know the truth."

"Qingsui Sword Immortal."

Ning Heyuan paused for a moment, perhaps empathizing with Li Chijing's outstanding swordsmanship. He sighed with some regret and replied:

"In the past few decades, all of Li Chijing's contemporaries will die. If you make up the cause of death and send something as a token of appreciation, and bring a child into the clan, you can settle the matter, and you can't delay the living because of a dead person."

He chuckled lightly, the luxurious clothes on his body were flowing with Dharma light, and said with a smile:

"Isn't this how it has been treated for hundreds of years? How could an unknown ancestor from a few generations ago be tempted by gleaming magic weapons and spiritual objects?"

"You."

Ning Wan shook her head, her expression full of worry, and said softly:

"You, brothers Chi Zhiyan and Chi Zhiyun, as well as the elders of the Ningchi family, are all too contemptuous... I, the Qingchi Sect, have ruled for five hundred years, and there has never been any serious trouble, which makes you arrogant and complacent."

Ning Heyuan laughed and replied:

"We, the Qingchi Sect, have five inheritances from the Purple Mansion and thirty-six peaks. We have accumulated the methods of domination, coercion, differentiation, and inducement for five hundred years. We have recruited the world's talents and monopolized the practice of hundreds of methods. We not only want to suppress these five hundred Years later, we will continue to suppress you for another thousand years!”

Ning Wan just sneered and said:

"The Yuehua Yuan Mansion suppressed Jiangnan for 1,200 years. Where is it now?"

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The autumn mood is strong, and the number of letters on the desk is increasing day by day. Li Yuanping is sorting out his family affairs while also arranging the marriage between Li Qingxiao and the Yushan lineage of the Xiao family. He is so busy that he stays awake for several nights.

His thin body was slightly burdened by the white robe, and his already pale face became even paler due to his thoughts. His gray-black eyes stared silently at the letter on the case.

Dou Yi, who was at the bottom, glanced at him for a few times and was troubled for a while, then he took a step forward and said:

"Sir... Madam has come here to urge you three times. It's better to take a rest..."

Li Yuanping shook his head casually, turned his pen, and responded:

"I am a fetal breath monk. It's not a big deal if I stay awake for three or two days. I'm sorry to bother my mother."

Seeing that his persuasion was fruitless, Dou Yi secretly gritted his teeth and bowed down:

"My lady means...she can share more of the household affairs. I just hope that the young master will take care of his health and practice Qi as soon as possible..."

Li Yuanping frowned and replied:

"I already know my own fundamentals, so don't mention it again about practicing Qi or not!"

Li Yuanping also knew that Mrs. Dou had good intentions, but he could not make such a bad start unless she had other intentions. He immediately put down his pen and said:

"The Fei family has been closed for two months...Is there still no news?!"

"No."

Dou Yi responded, looked at Li Yuanping's face, and replied:

"The five fairy mountains of the Fei family have all been sealed, and the [Clouds Gathering to the South Formation] is being held on Hanyun Peak every day. The white light flows without interruption."

"The people of the Fei family in the world are in chaos, barely maintaining their rule. Three waves of people have come to ask if there is any news about the master's family..."

Li Yuanping nodded. The Fei family's mountain-protecting formation, the Yun Gong Tiannan formation, has a long history. It was a formation hundreds of years ago. It has saved the Fei family from danger many times. It is one of the best formations on the lake and consumes a lot of money. , one month of continuous full-force activation is not a small amount.

"The ancestor also closed the door to death..."

Li Yuanping muttered a few words, remembering that Ning Heyuan suddenly appeared on the lake half a month ago, and thought to himself:

"There is no doubt that Ning Heyuan is a member of the Qingchi Sect...and he is capable of such high-level magic. He should be a direct descendant of the Ning family. Could it be that the Fei family's sealing of the mountain was also hindered by the monks of the Qingchi Sect?"

Looking at the four characters [Si Yuan Qian Guang] in his pen, Li Yuanping was silent, then he saw a person coming up from below, cupping his fists and saying:

"Sir! A group of loose cultivators started fighting on my property!"

"Rogue cultivator?!"

Li Yuanping threw away his pen, knowing that ordinary fetal breath monks would never report to him, and asked quickly:

"What kind of cultivation?! How many troops are there?"

"There are both fetal breath monks and miscellaneous energy monks... I don't know the specific cultivation level, but there are about six or seven people who are fighting to death in the mountains and forests. They have alerted An Chongfeng, and they have already gone to investigate the situation!"

Li Yuanping walked down from the top, walked a few steps in the courtyard, and said softly:

"A few casual cultivators with miscellaneous qi should be able to practice Qi at the seventh level of An Zhenyan without any problems."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the rumbling of ping-pong outside the hospital. A bald man walked in, draped in gray fur, majestic and majestic. He was holding a thin old man in his hand. He looked very angry and almost ready to die.

"Son."

An Junyan nodded and addressed him, threw the old casual cultivator in his hand to the ground, and threw it under the steps with a plop, causing the casual cultivator to moan continuously, while An Junyan cupped his fists and said:

"That's it!"