Nangong Tianxing is full of confidence in Nangong Tieshou, the veteran spiritual master and the family's Dinghai Shenzhen.
Therefore, when he found out that his clan uncle actually chose to make a strategic retreat, his shock was simply indescribable.
After all, he was a tycoon. He quickly came to his senses and knew that Nangong Tieshou's choice was not wrong.
Since we cannot win, the best strategy is to protect ourselves and seek foreign aid.
"The green mountains will not change, the green waters will always flow." This very middle-class line was learned by Nangong Tieshou when he was listening to the opera.
At that time, the old man only felt that these words were extremely powerful and domineering. He suffered from the fact that his own strength was too high, he had never been defeated, and he had never had a chance to use it.
Now that he had suffered a setback and had to make a strategic retreat, despite being frustrated, he finally had the opportunity to say this cool line. He was actually slightly excited in his heart, feeling that he was extremely handsome at this moment.
After saying the harsh words, he controlled the silver giant sword and quickly took off into the air. At this level of cultivation, the flying speed of the sword was terrifying. He quickly opened enough distance from Ye Qinglian that she could not catch up.
Seeing Ye Qinglian's beautiful green figure getting further and further away, Nangong Tieshou breathed a sigh of relief, holding the sword technique in his left hand and holding his right hand behind his back. This posture was actually quite similar to Zhong Wen's movements when he was showing off.
As soon as he raised his head, he suddenly felt a bright light above him, and countless rays of golden sword energy fell like raindrops on his head. Each ray of golden light was a rainbow of energy, containing endless terrifying power.
What the hell?
Nangong Tieshou, who was focusing all his attention on Ye Qinglian, never expected that a rain of swords would fall from above his head. He was rising with all his strength, and the relative speed was even greater. He was directly pierced by several golden sword lights. The powerful sword
The Qi was raging in the body, and Nangong Tieshou, who had already consumed a lot of energy, could no longer hold it up and fell into the Nangong Family Courtyard below in a free fall.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Nangong Tieshou's body fell heavily into the courtyard. The tough body of the Lingzun boss smashed a large human-shaped pit on the ground, stirring up countless dust.
"You keep running!"
A green shadow flashed, and Ye Qinglian appeared in front of him, shooting out colorful spiritual threads from the five fingers of her right hand, which easily penetrated into his neck and limbs.
Nangong Tieshou felt that his spiritual power was quickly leaking out of his body as if a dike had been broken. Within dozens of breaths, his Dantian was completely exhausted, and he could no longer mobilize any strength.
In the clouds hundreds of feet above everyone's heads, a blue silhouette is sitting cross-legged on a huge raptor. Its long black hair is blowing in the wind, its graceful figure is plump and graceful, and its delicate facial features are as beautiful as a fairy in the sky.
It's unbelievable to look at.
"Uncle Clan!"
Seeing Nangong Tieshou, the invincible God of War in his mind, paralyzed on the ground like a dead dog, Nangong Tianxing could hardly believe his eyes. He had lost his last support, and a deep feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart.
"Miss Nangong, what should we do with this old immortal?" Ye Qinglian turned to look at Nangong Ling.
"Since my uncle relies on his cultivation and is unwilling to obey the orders of the family master, there is no need to stay." Nangong Ling's tone was very calm, as if he was discussing whether to slaughter an animal instead of taking the life of a spiritual master.
"No, it can't be!" Nangong Tianxing was shocked when he heard this, "Uncle is the only spiritual master of the Nangong family. Now you have killed most of the Tianlun masters in the family. If you kill him again, how can the Nangong family still gain a foothold in the imperial capital?
?”
"If you are weaker, you won't have those false ambitions." Nangong Ling said calmly, "Isn't it just what I want?"
"You, you..." Nangong Tianxing was almost crazy with anger, "How could I have such a vicious daughter like you? If I had known this, I should have drowned you when I was born!"
Nangong Ling smiled slightly and ignored his biological father's vicious words.
Ye Qinglian used force on her hands and was about to end Nangong Tieshou's life when she suddenly heard Zhong Wen say from the side: "Sister Qinglian, let's keep this old man alive for now. I still have great use. I just need to destroy his cultivation."
"Okay." Ye Qinglian nodded cheerfully and tapped his left index finger.
Nangong Tie Shou was shocked when he heard this. To have the status he has today, he relied on nothing more than this heavenly cultivation. If he was abolished, he would become an ordinary old man. With such a gap, how could he, who is so arrogant and arrogant,
Can you bear it?
However, before he could speak, Ye Qinglian's left index finger shot out seven colored threads, which involuntarily penetrated into the belly of the old man Nangong Tieshou.
The old man felt a sharp pain in the Dantian in his abdomen. The originally shining spiritual power ring was crushed by the colorful spiritual threads, turned into spiritual power dust, and slowly flowed out of the body along the colorful silk threads.
After a while, the Dantian was completely empty, and there was no more spiritual energy fluctuation.
His eyes were dull, tears were streaming down his face, and his weak body lay motionless on the ground. He was not even interested in shouting and cursing, and his heart was filled with despair.
"It's over, it's all over!"
At this time, Nangong Tianxing no longer looked fierce and domineering, but kept muttering to himself in a low voice, as if his spirit was about to collapse.
"Sister Nangong, if you lend me this old man, I'm sure you can get a lot of useful information." Zhong Wen smiled as he mentioned Nangong Tieshou's old and frail body, walked briskly, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
outside.
"Uncle Ji, you should be responsible for the affairs of the house. The news that I am the head of the family should not be announced to the outside world for the time being." Nangong Ling turned around and told Nangong Jida, "The assets in the hands of the previous head of the family should also be transferred to my name as soon as possible.
Next, you should know who can know and who cannot know."
"I am following the instructions of the Patriarch." Nangong responded respectfully, even changing his title, "I wonder how the old Patriarch and the Second Master should arrange it?"
"In the past few days, father and second uncle have been resting in the house." Nangong Ling's tone was cold, as if he was talking about a daily trivial matter, "Don't go out."
"Evil beast! How can I not do what you want!" Nangong Tianxing suddenly came back to his senses. Seeing Nangong Ling's contemptuous eyes, endless anger arose in his heart, "Even if I commit suicide, I will not let you succeed, the parricide thief."
, I want to see how your conscience is at peace?"
"My daughter can't even touch her father, so how can she talk about 'patricide'?" Nangong Ling's face suddenly showed a charming and charming smile, "As for whether you commit suicide or someone else kills you, it has nothing to do with my conscience.
?”
"You...you..." Nangong Tianxing was so angry that his lips trembled, "You are such a wolf-hearted person, you have no conscience..."
"Okay, that's all my daughter said. If dad wants to commit suicide, please do it yourself." Nangong Ling's face suddenly darkened, and he interrupted his insults with a cold voice, "I will love you to death!"
Nangong Tianxing: "..."
Seeing that the last resort of threatening filial piety was useless to Nangong Ling, he finally gave up resistance completely, closed his lips tightly, said nothing, and allowed Nangong Ji to send someone to help him into the room.
"Ling, niece Ling, I...I..." Feeling Nangong Ling's eyes glance at him, Nangong Lin was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak, and goosebumps appeared all over his body. He hesitated, "Don't worry, I will be here in the next few days.
Stay at home and don’t go anywhere.”
After witnessing the shocking battle just now, how could he dare to think of resisting in the face of his niece who single-handedly killed the "Nangong Twelve Swordsmen".
"Second uncle, if you can think clearly, that would be the best thing." Nangong Ling said softly, "The Xiao family intends to rebel, and marrying them at this time is definitely not a good idea. Xiaojie admires Xiao Wuqing very much, and she also
I need you to take the trouble to give me more advice."
"Of course." Nangong Lin nodded repeatedly, "How a lustful person like Xiao Qingwu can marry Xiaojie is up to me."
Do you have the nerve to speak out against him?
Even for a wise and calm person like Nangong Ling, he was still filled with dark thoughts and could hardly suppress his desire to complain.
After the battle ended, Nangong Ji naturally assumed the responsibility of the general manager and began to direct the people to do some aftermath work.
Nangong Ling raised his head and looked at the sky: "Master, Uncle Leng, please show up to discuss this matter!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a scream pierced the sky. A huge bird of prey galloped down from the sky and landed lightly in the courtyard. A blue figure lightly jumped down from behind the bird of prey. It was unparalleled in splendor and beauty.
It is Lin Zhiyun, the master of Piaohua Palace.
At the same time, an orange figure appeared in the void. The beautiful face and the devil-like hot body formed a sharp contrast. Coupled with the elusive concealment skills, it was natural that the assassin girl Leng Wu
Frost.
The three girls were about to enter the main hall when they suddenly saw Zhong Wenzhong, who had left, return to the courtyard with an unusually solemn expression.
"What did you ask?" Nangong Ling saw his expression and knew that he would get something.
"There are quite a lot of forces colluded by the Xiao family." Zhong Wen smiled bitterly, "In addition to the Dark Temple, the ministers of the court, the wealthy families of the imperial capital and several major cultivation sects, there are also governors of two provinces and Liangshan bandits. This is only known to the old man.
Xiao Qing is so shrewd that he would not reveal all his trump cards to his allies."
"Xiao Qing is worthy of being a hero of the generation." Nangong Xingxin said with emotion, "The strength he has mastered is actually more than I guessed. The difficulty of this battle will be beyond imagination."
"According to the old man, these people are now joining forces to continuously harass the royal family's allies." Zhong Wen continued, "Not only the 'Shengyu Trading Company', but other forces close to the Li family have also been attacked to varying degrees.
There are experts from the Holy Land mixed in, and it is impossible for the secular forces to resist. If this continues, the Li family will probably be defeated before Xiao Qing can start an attack."
"Ling'er, now that you have taken control of the Nangong family, what are you going to do next?" Lin Zhiyun was secretly frightened after hearing this, and couldn't help but ask.
"Let's proceed as planned." Nangong Ling's eyes flashed with no trace of panic.
"Holy land?" Zhong Wen's heart trembled.
"That's right." Nangong Ling turned to look at him and said, "According to what you said, the grandfather and grandson who appeared on Qingfeng Mountain before were from Wendao Academy, and you helped them. This matter
, I’ll leave it to you.”
"I'll do my best." Zhong Wen touched his nose and felt a lot of pressure.
"It's not something as easy as trying your best. This trip to the Holy Land is only allowed to succeed, not failed." Nangong Ling said with a serious face, "I think the girl in white has a good impression of you, even if she sacrifices her appearance,
If you want her to recommend a saint for you, if Wen Dao Academy doesn't take action, we will definitely lose."
Zhong Wen: “…..”
I hid it so deeply, but you still saw the potential of my pretty face!
…
In the backyard, Nangong Jie, the second daughter of the Nangong family, was wearing a pink floor-length dress with red flowers on her hair. Her beautiful fair face was slightly flushed, and she was squatting with a small yellow flower picked from the garden in her hand.
At the artificial lake, tear off the yellow petals one by one and throw them into the lake.
The Nangong family's mansion was vast, and she was so preoccupied that she never noticed the shocking battle that took place in the front yard.
"He likes me, he doesn't like me, he likes me, he doesn't like me..."
Every time she dropped a petal, she would whisper something softly in her mouth, and all the girl's ignorant emotions would be vented in this green lake.
"Xiaojie." A familiar voice came from behind.
"Dad, you're back!" Nangong Jie suddenly looked back and saw the figure of her father, Nangong Lin, and was overjoyed.
"What are you doing here?" Nangong Lin laughed and approached.
Although he is a romantic person and does not care much about his family, the relationship between father and daughter is not bad.
"Dad, have you heard?" The two of them chatted for a while, and Nangong Jie's expression suddenly became awkward, "Uncle wants to betroth me to Young Master Xiao Qingqing."
"Xiaojie, I was just about to talk to you about this." Nangong Lin hesitated for a moment and finally said, "This marriage has been cancelled."
"What!" Nangong Jie trembled all over, tears welling up in her eyes. Half of the yellow flower in her hand was blown into the air by the wind, and flew far, far away...