Seeing this scene, the young people in the grassland village were all angry. However, the other party was an immortal and he was just an ordinary person. If he stepped forward to argue, he would probably be beaten into a pig's head.

Yang Pu was even more nervous and a little panicked. He was the oldest among the teenagers, so he naturally had to take responsibility. However, he had not yet succeeded in becoming an immortal. The other party was already an intermediate immortal, and he was several years older than him. If he really started to fight, he would still be beaten up like last time.

If you have to endure this tone, you will be sorry to Yang Xuan. What should I do?

The boys had endless resentment in their eyes, but they were hesitating.

"Bastard! Hurry up and apologize to Yang Xuan!" Just as the teenagers hesitated, Jin Ling clenched his fists and stood up.

Song Ning didn't expect that among these ordinary teenagers, some people dared to stand up and scold him or even apologize.

"Boy, how dare you scold me?" he asked in disbelief.

"What's wrong with scolding you!" Jin Ling said loudly, "Even if you are an immortal and we are ordinary mortals, you can't let you bully you! If you do something wrong, apologize quickly!"

Behind him, a group of teenagers from the fairy village were looking at him. Song Ning felt that he could not lose face, so he continued to clench his fists in a demonstration manner. The immortal power was in the way, and the white light began to appear on the fists.

"It's an intermediate immortal!"

"He has become an intermediate immortal!"

"Be careful! If he punches him, ordinary people will die!"

"The intermediate immortal's punch can break a big tree!"

......

Listening to the screams of the young men around him, Jin Ling also felt a slump in his heart.

If you succeed in opening the immortal, you will become an immortal. Above the immortals, there are also immortal masters, immortal masters, and immortal sects, which can distinguish cultivation levels by using them. The highest level is an unattainable immortal emperor.

Each level can be roughly divided into three stages: primary, intermediate and advanced.

Song Ning is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and has already practiced to an intermediate level immortal, and has a very good qualification.

Now that things have come to this point, it is impossible to give in. Jin Ling straightened his chest and tried to calm himself down.

Their skirmishes have attracted the attention of people around them, and some people have begun to stop and discuss.

"Stop!" At this time, a voice not far away shouted. The man was about forty years old, wearing a gray cloth dress, with a straight face and black beard under his chin.

Jin Ling recognized him as Wang Chong, the village chief of Shuangshixian Village, is said to be the cultivation level of a junior immortal master, and he has visited the grassland village several times.

Next to Wang Chong, there was also a thin old man who looked about sixty years old. He had gray hair tied up a bun with cloth strips, but his eyes were extremely bright.

Seeing this person, Jin Ling and others were suddenly excited. It was nothing more. This old man was the famous storyteller in the village, Mr. Sun Yihan, who was sought after by thousands of people.

For some reason, looking at Mr. Sun, Jin Ling felt a sense of intimacy in his heart, as if he had met a long-lost friend and relative.

Wang Chong looked at Song Ning and cursed: "Boy Song Ning! Today is the day when Mr. Sun comes to our village to tell the story. Don't cause trouble! Let the teacher laugh at it and say that our fairy village is stingy!"

Wang Chong is the village owner of Shuangshixian Village, and Song Ning dare not disobey his words. Song Ning's father Song Zhenyu is just the deputy village owner and the head of the Zhengtang Hall.

The other onlookers saw the village owner getting angry and scattered. Song Ning, the person involved, did not dare to run away, but just smiled and said, "My village owner, I'm just a joke with them."

"Are you so funny?" Yang Xuan's tears fell. She was a country girl with a simple heart and never got teased like this.

Wang Chong's face turned even more pale and he said angrily: "Your father is the leader of the Xian Village Zhengtang. As his son, you should understand the importance of criminal law. Without rules, why do you achieve square and round! Liang Feng!"

"Here!" A fairy dressed in a manager came over from the side.

"This Song Ning is the immortal under your Juying Tower! As the supervisor of Juying Tower, how do you take care of others?" Wang Chong pointed at Song Ning and said, "Take him down and let him apologize to this little girl, and then hit the thirty iron sticks again."

Song Ning's face suddenly changed. He glared at Jin Ling and others hatefully, and then defended Wang Chong: "My village master, I'm really having fun with them..."

The manager Liang Feng was also embarrassed, but seeing Wang Chong's angry look, he did not dare to neglect. With a raised hand, two guards from the fairy village squeezed in and took Song Ning down.

"Why don't you apologize now!" Liang Feng hurriedly winked at Song Ning.

Song Ning is also a well-behaved person. Knowing that he was hitting the iron plate today, he hurriedly bowed to Yang Xuan and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm absurd and humble for a moment."

Yang Xuan was relieved a little, but she still snorted heavily, obviously not forgiving this matter.

"As an immortal from Juyinglou, the village owner's mansion, he knows the law and breaks the law! Fight! Heavy fight in front of this little girl!" Wang Chong ordered.

The two guards were law holders who maintained order in Xian Village. They held a fine iron law enforcement baton for criminal responsibility. Hearing this, he fell Song Ning face down to the ground, then swung the law enforcement baton and started beating him hard.

Since this kind of law enforcement stick is made of fine iron, the immortal power of the immortal guarding the body cannot resist it. When the stick falls, the clothes immediately break, the skin opens and the flesh blooms, and purple-red stick marks appear in front of everyone.

Song Ning had gritted his teeth and carried it to death. Later, he couldn't help but shout out louder and louder, and tears flowed.

Seeing his appearance, Jin Ling and others didn't know how relieved they were.

Wang Chong smiled at Mr. Sun and said, "Sir, these teenagers are ignorant and act irritable, so you can always make jokes."

Mr. Sun smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, the child, it's like this." He took out a leather wine bag, gusted for a few sips, pursed his lips with unfulfilled feelings, looking very enjoyable.

He savored it for a quarter of an hour, and when Song Ning's thirty iron rods were almost beaten, he seemed to come back to his senses and said to Wang: "Let's go?"

"Sir, please." Wang Chong led Mr. Sun to the village. He did not look at these teenagers again. The life of the teenagers was not worth his efforts.

Looking at Mr. Sun's back, Jin Ling felt a little disappointed inexplicably, as if he had missed something very much. He was very disappointed, very disappointed, and suddenly felt a little worried.

At the same time, this kind of heartbreak even contains another emotion, which is called desire.

Thirty sticks killed Song Ning half of his life. He lay on the ground for a long time and did not dare to move. It was not until the end that several young men with entourage bit the bullet and carried him away, leaving only his painful screams all the way.

"Yang Pu, that boy, you guys, I won't let you go! Ah!" Song Ning shouted in pain and cursed, his voice gradually fading away.

......

The place where Mr. Sun's storytelling was in the Xunwu Hall in the village head's mansion of Shuangshixian Village. Originally, this was the place where the immortals in the mansion practiced martial arts, but now it has been transformed into a lecture hall. In addition to the lectern table, hundreds of benches were placed.

Mr. Sun sat at the lectern in the middle of the head, holding a glass of wine to savor. His servant stood respectfully.

The village owner Wang Chong brought several guards to maintain order in the field.

The bench was full of people at this time. Most of them had no seats, so they had to stand on the outside and listen on the three floors inside and three floors inside and outside.

Storytelling is charged, with twenty copper coins per person, which is roughly equivalent to the daily meal of an ordinary person, and the underage boy has halved it. No one thinks it is expensive, and everyone pays the money to Mr. Sun's waiter Sun Fu in a regular manner, holding his breath and waiting for Mr. Sun to open the book.

Relying on the early arrival, Jin Ling and the four friends occupied the front seat early, leisurely gnawing on the prepared snacks, with their faces full of expectation.

Song Ning and others were not far away. Song Ning lay slanted on a recliner, gritting his teeth, and occasionally handing a look of threatening and hatred.

Mr. Sun sat on the podium, holding a tooth board used to pat the table in his hand. "Looking that everyone is looking forward to it, I won't be slow anymore, just open the book!" Mr. Sun took a sip of tea, slapped the tooth board and began, "I said last time, last time, the Eternal Night Immortal Emperor shocked the Seventy-Two Immortal Islands with his supreme immortal power, and collected it as a use, making it a genus of immortal swearing to death. In the subsequent decisive battle against the Tianji Tyrant, more than 90% of this power died in battle, but he also made great achievements! To this day, there are still commemorative statues of the immortals of the seventy-two islands in the imperial capital above the void."
Chapter completed!