Chapter 291 Kill, kill, why do you have an opinion?
And how did Ning Beichen know about Liu Yixin's change? Tomorrow he will face the leader of the Qingye Sect. Today he needs to sit quietly and prepare for tomorrow's tough battle.
The location of Aobamon Sanmon Gate.
The sect leader Zhao Wenchong looked at the Qingye sect disciple who came back to report with a gloomy face.
"You mean Elder Fan was defeated by the opponent with just one move?"
"Yes, Sect Master, we disciples swarmed forward, we are far from his enemies in one round."
Although it was embarrassing, the few disciples with bruises and swollen faces did not dare to hide anything.
"Is this person really only in his twenties?"
Zhao Wenchong asked in surprise.
The disciples of the Qingye Sect nodded in agreement, because one's age cannot be concealed. Even if Ning Beichen is older, it will never exceed thirty.
"When did such an outstanding genius appear in the ancient eastern country?"
Zhao Wenchong was thinking in his heart.
Although the Qingye Sect is not prominent in the ancient Eastern Kingdom, this is because the Qingye Sect has deliberately done so. It does not mean that the Qingye Sect is an insignificant sect. On the contrary, the strength of the Qingye Sect can at least be ranked among the ancient Eastern Kingdoms.
Within the first twenty.
Even the Qingye Sect can't produce such an outstanding disciple. I'm afraid that Ning Beichen must have a background in some big sect.
No one jumps out of the cracks in the rocks. If you have such extraordinary strength at a young age, it is impossible to do it just by practicing on your own.
Zhao Wenchong thought for a while, but couldn't figure out which sect the person was trained by, so he simply didn't think about it. Anyway, he would know after weighing himself tomorrow.
If Ning Beichen is really related to a big sect, he may not be able to sell himself to a big sect to gain face, and there is no need to fight to the death.
But... the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be forgiven!
Even if he is not crippled, he will still have to lie in bed for a year and a half. After all, his Qingye sect is not a small sect that can be manipulated by others.
As for whether he was Ning Beichen's opponent, Zhao Wenchong didn't even think about it. If he, a grandmaster, couldn't defeat a junior, then he would simply disband the Qingye Sect.
And he also made the same mistake as Fan Haitong, that is, he thought that Ning Beichen was so young and how powerful he would be even if he started practicing from his mother's womb.
The next day soon came, and Ning Beichen arrived at Qinglong Mountain on time.
Qinglong Mountain was originally a popular Taoist temple, but I don’t know what happened later. The Taoist temple began to set in the west. In less than a few years, it turned from a popular place into an abandoned temple with no one to care for it.
Ning Beichen came to the Taoist temple in Qinglong Mountain. There was no one in the Taoist temple, and the corners and windowsills were all covered with cobwebs.
There were no fish in the pond either, probably taken away by people nearby, leaving only a pool of rancid stagnant water.
Ning Beichen was standing in the large courtyard of the Taoist temple. He could vaguely see the plaque of the main hall directly above him when he raised his head. Five meters away from him, there were two blackened incense cauldrons.
Nowadays, no one burns incense. There is no longer any incense in the big cauldron, but there are still some incense sticks left behind. After being soaked by the rain, they formed a pile of undulating mountains of incense sticks.
The floor is paved with blue bricks, but no one has cleaned it. The cracks in the bricks are already covered with moss, and there are also traces of snakes, insects, rats and ants.
But Ning Beichen didn't wait long, and soon someone came from outside.
Ning Beichen didn't look back. He could tell how many people there were and how many experts they had just by the sound of their footsteps.
After the footsteps stopped, Ning Beichen turned around. His guess was that there were about ten people coming, and their cultivation levels were not weak.
"Are you Ning Beichen who killed my Qingye sect disciple?"
Zhao Wenchong also put his hands behind his back and looked at Ning Beichen with a cold light in his eyes and asked him.
"The disciples of the Qingye Sect force a woman to make a cauldron. It is not allowed by nature. Let's kill her. Why, do you have any objections?"
Ning Beichen looked at Zhao Wenchong calmly and said.
This is a stain on the Qingye Sect, and Ning Beichen is right in both moral and moral terms.
"Even so, it is the matter of my Qingye sect disciples. Even if there is punishment, it will be punished by my Qingye sect. When will it be your turn to meddle in other people's business? Not to mention, you also planned to harm the elders of my sect and many others."
Disciple, just based on this, I can’t let you go!”
Zhao Wenchong said with a cold snort.
"Evil sects and crooked ways should be punished by everyone. If the Qingye Sect is all this kind of people, I don't think there is any need for the Qingye Sect to exist."
Compared with words, Ning Beichen has never been afraid of anyone, but all words are based on matching strength. If there is no strength in words, it is a joke.
"Courageous boy!"
"court death!"
"Master, let me destroy him."
Zhao Wenchong did not speak out, but he angered the people Zhao Wenchong brought.
Ning Beichen didn't say anything or argue with them. He just looked at the master of Qingye Sect calmly. Those monsters and monsters were not worthy of Ning Beichen's waste of words.
Zhao Wenchong waved his hand and the clamoring voices stopped.
"You have such a strong tone. You are a junior. To avoid calling me a bully, tell me your sect background and let me see what you have to rely on to make you so arrogant."
Zhao Wenchong said.
"You are not qualified to know my sect and background. If you want to fight, then fight. If not, then get out. I don't have time to serve you."
Ning Beichen replied with a cold snort.
Zhao Wenchong's eyes were filled with anger. He was the sect leader of the Qingye Sect. Even the sect leaders of the big sects in the world had to call him "Sect Master Zhao" when they saw him. But now he was insulted by a young boy. No!
You know whether he is an ignorant person who is fearless, or an ignorant person who is fearless.
"Master, let me weigh his ability."
A man in his fifties suddenly couldn't hold himself back and stood up to challenge Zhao Wenchong.
"Okay, let him live."
Zhao Wenchong nodded. If he didn't teach him a lesson, he really thought he was invincible.
"Yes, Master."
Chen Dinghua came out, waved his clothes, and said fiercely to Ning Beichen.
"Boy, why does the sect leader need to take action against you? Just use whatever skills you have."
"You are not my opponent yet."
Ning Beichen glanced at him and said with contempt.
"Rampant, watch your moves!"
Chen Dinghua was completely angered by Ning Beichen. He couldn't wait for Ning Beichen to take action and rushed towards him.
I saw Chen Dinghua punch out, and white Yun Qi emerged from his fist, causing the vegetation in the courtyard to make whistling sounds.
"Okay, Elder Chen's Aoki Jue has indeed reached the state of great achievement. I'm afraid he is about to become a grandmaster."
The people from Qingye Sect cheered loudly, and even Zhao Wenchong nodded, obviously satisfied with Chen Dinghua's cultivation.
A whistling sound.
The surrounding air was stirred into a wind whirlpool, shrouding Ning Beichen like a big trumpet.