Between the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds, lingering sounds linger.
The streets of Linlang Island are bustling with activity, and among the hustle and bustle, many of the world's most beautiful people are gradually beginning to appear.
"Look, there are flowers and roses setting the stage..."
"Hua Meigui, that was fifteen years ago, right..."
"She has become a gangster, what's there to see?" But as he spoke, he couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance, and saw a woman who still had charm, busy, and couldn't help but curiously asked: " Flowers and roses set up the stage? Isn’t it just for herself?”
"Brother, is this because you have no information? You don't even know?"
"Know? What do you know? Brother, tell me in detail."
"According to rumors, three years ago, Hua Meigui accepted an apprentice, named the famous rose. It is said that it has the appearance of a fairy..."
"So, she was picked up by her apprentice?"
"What do you think?"
The person being asked was unable to answer for a while, and the two of them followed the crowd and began to gather under the platform here.
Scenes like this seem not to be uncommon on the streets of Linlang Island. Everyone has their best efforts to pursue beauty.
The Bon Festival has also officially begun before you know it.
"The beauty among flowers, white peony..."
"The beauty in the flowers, come and see, we have a fairy in the flowers here, pink and rose..."
The sound of shouts and shouts wafting among the small merchants and hawkers also adds a lot to the splendor of the Holy Ghost Festival.
But there were also many people gathered around the restaurant where Yang Ning and Huan Ling were, but these people were not here to admire any exotic flowers or beauties, but to admire the tied people on the roof of the restaurant.
"Hey, isn't this the young master from the second game? Haha..." Obviously, this person is very familiar with this so-called young master, otherwise he wouldn't be so mocking.
In the restaurant, everyone in the second bureau was livid and had no face to see anyone. Their young master was tied up on the roof of the building, but there was nothing they could do.
"What's going on with the third child? It's been three days and I still haven't seen anyone..."
"Brother, you also know that the inner city of Linlang Island is not that easy to enter, let alone during a critical time like the Bon Festival..."
"We have lost face in the second game..."
"Vicious boy, when the practitioners from our second round arrive, we must disgrace them." The boss said, suddenly turned around and asked the person behind him: "Have you found out? Who is this person? ?」
"Brother, I found out that this person's name is Ding Ning and he is from the Ninth Bureau."
"Ninth Bureau? Did they take the courage of their ambitions? How dare they provoke our second Bureau?" The boss was very angry, but it was useless to talk about it now. Their young master was tied up on the roof of the building, and they could not save him at all.
"Brother, big brother..." Suddenly, outside the restaurant, a person ran upstairs, and then three people appeared behind him.
"Uncle Gong, you are finally here..." The boss also hurriedly greeted him.
"San'er has already told the story, who is the other party?" Even though Uncle Gong is a cultivator, he also learned from Lao San's mouth that Yang Ning should also be a cultivator. Since he is a cultivator, then It must not be underestimated, so be careful when sailing.
"People from the Ninth Bureau." The boss replied.
"Nine rounds?" Uncle Gong turned around and said to the two people behind him who were about the same age as him: "Quickly, go put the young master down." Now that his identity has been confirmed, Uncle Gong didn't care at all, even though this was Linlang. Island, but the second game is not easy to mess with, not to mention that the opponent is only in the ninth game.
"Yes." The two of them left the restaurant and jumped straight to the roof of the restaurant. They hurriedly cut off the rope tied to the young master with their spiritual power. When they were about to hug their young master and leave the roof of the restaurant, they suddenly felt There was an unprecedented pressure.
In fact, Yang Ning already knew the other party when the three of them came to the restaurant, but Yang Ning did not come forward until now.
"Who told you to touch him?" The voice was calm, but with an air of calmness and authority, which made the two of them breathless.
Yang
Ning's spiritual power had already been investigated and found out that these two people were only at the peak of the Mountain Building Realm. They did not pose any threat to Yang Ning, but Yang Ning had his word first and naturally he would not let the two succeed like this.
Uncle Gong in the restaurant instantly noticed Yang Ning's arrival. He ducked and came to the sky above the restaurant, looking at Yang Ning.
"Are you Ding Ning?" Uncle Gong asked.
"Yes, I am Ding Ning." Yang Ning nodded and stared at Uncle Gong. He was slightly surprised to find that Uncle Gong's cultivation had reached the third level of Mountaineering Realm.
But Uncle Gong's heart was filled with waves because he couldn't see through this person's cultivation level.
"Did you tie my young master upstairs?" Uncle Gong asked, but he was careful because he couldn't see through.
"What's going on?" Yang Ning was very calm.
"Let him down so we can discuss it." Uncle Gong's tone was somewhat low.
"Discuss? How to discuss? Let my sister go to his bed? Or let him continue to hang here?" Yang Ning only gave two options, and even poured his mental power into his voice, deliberately aggravating the second one. The impact of choice on Uncle Gong.
"Hang? How is this possible? Of course..." Uncle Gong said subconsciously without noticing.
"Of course he asked my sister to wait on his bed, right?" Yang Ning's voice was so loud that it almost spread throughout the street, and even clearly reached everyone's ears.
In an instant, the restaurant seemed to become the center of the entire street, because they already knew that someone was making trouble in the restaurant.
In this world, whether it is the Western Wilderness or the Eastern Sea, there is never too much to watch.
Especially when I heard that my sister was actually asked to go to bed, it suddenly aroused the curiosity of many people.
If Uncle Gong hadn't reacted at this time, he would have lived hundreds of years in vain.
"Are you setting a trap on me?" Uncle Gong stared at Yang Ning fiercely.
"Trapped? It's just you, it's not enough." Yang Ning waved his hand, and the two people who were supporting the young master immediately flew out from the roof of the restaurant like kites with broken strings.
"Old guy, I have never seen such a shameless person." After Yang Ning finished speaking, a rope appeared in his hand again. Under Yang Ning's control, he instantly tied the young master's body that had not regained freedom to the restaurant again. roof, and then hung it up.
"You..." The young master looked at his Uncle Gong helplessly, as if he saw a life-saving straw, and shouted: "Uncle Gong, kill him for me, quickly, kill him for me..."
"Shut up, you..." Yang Ning pointed at the young master's body, and the young master suddenly became speechless again.
"Old guy? This is your choice. Can you accept my anger now?" Yang Ning's voice was still calm.
"Angry?" Uncle Gong seemed to be in a daze. He suddenly woke up at this moment and shouted angrily: "Let my young master go. Everything will be easy to talk about. Otherwise, I, Qiu Shanggong, will let you know the consequences of offending the second round." Qiu Changgong did the same. As a helpless move, his young master was tied up on the roof of the restaurant and stripped naked. This was tantamount to a naked slap in the face for them.
"The end? Come, come, come, let me see what the end is?" Yang Ning waved his palm, and a pagoda force struck Qiu Changgong.
Yang Ning will not be merciful, because he will not care about the face of the second round. Since he has offended himself, he has to bear his own anger.
Some people in the inner city of Linlang Island seemed to have sensed the fluctuations in the spiritual power of the outer city.
"What's going on? Such pure pagoda power actually appears in the outer city?" After muttering, the old man hurriedly called his servants and ordered: "Go to the outer city and see who is doing it."
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Although Qiu Changgong was affected by Yang Ning's mental power, it did not mean that he was not Yang Ning's opponent at all. He held a mace in his hand and met Yang Ning's palm.
Qiu Changgong also knew that it was difficult to make things right today. Although he already knew that his young master was in the wrong, he could not lose face in the second game.
boom!
Qiu Changgong's body retreated several meters before he stabilized his body, but Yang Ning remained motionless without any impact.
If Qiu Changgong doesn't understand at this moment, then hundreds of years of cultivation have really transformed into a dog.
"Who are you?" Qiu Changgong asked, because he didn't believe that such a powerful person could not emerge from the nine games.
"Old guy, you must be confused." Yang Ning swung out another palm, which was three times more powerful than the previous one.
Qiu Changgong knew as soon as the palm power appeared that he could not withstand it.
Qiu Changgong hurriedly changed his body shape, not intending to confront him head-on. He only hoped that the inner city could quickly discover the battle here and intervene to adjust it.
Yang Ning did not delay. Seeing that the other party was avoiding, he hurriedly followed up. How could a third-level mountaineering practitioner compete with Yang Ning? In less than a blink of an eye, Yang Ning had already arrived behind Qiu Changgong. Then without mercy, he slapped him with one palm.
"Old guy, are you ready for my anger?" Yang Ning smiled slightly, pressed down with a palm, and went to the mountains, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling.
Qiu Changgong felt that it was difficult to breathe. The feeling of approaching death made Qiu Changgong even have the desire to give up resistance.
It was too strong, and he, Qiu Changgong, couldn't resist it at all.
At the same time, he thought about his young master’s eight generations of ancestors.
"Death!" Yang Ning never thought of killing this person, but now he changed his mind.
Pressing down with one palm, the power of the pagoda surged.
"Keep someone under your control..." A voice sounded a hundred feet away, but when the voice fell, a figure had already arrived in front of Yang Ning, only less than ten feet away.
Yang Ning was a little surprised, because Yang Ning couldn't see through this person's cultivation level, which meant that the other person's cultivation level was actually higher than his own.
"Keep someone alive? Why?" Yang Ning still said calmly.
"Young hero, if you have to spare others and spare them, why do you have to fight to the death?" The person who came was a middle-aged man. Looking at Yang Ning, he seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this man.
"Haha, what a joke." Yang Ning laughed, and suddenly said coldly: "Senior, I respect you, but this person will die today." Yang Ning's eyes suddenly turned cold, even merciless.
"Is there no room for negotiation?" the man asked.
"Room?" Yang Ning said: "Senior, this person's master tried to covet my sister. At that time, why didn't you say you should be merciful and spare others?" Yang Ning asked directly.
"Just now, this man actually thought that his master should let my sister go to his master's bed. Where were you at that time?"
Yang Ning raised his hand and slapped his hand with murderous intent, without any concealment.
"So, he will die today." He raised his hand and struck Qiu Changgong without any hesitation.
The middle-aged man was speechless by Yang Ning's accusation, but when he saw Qiu Changgong being killed, he felt something was wrong, and hesitated for a moment, feeling a little hesitant.
"Save me, save me..." Qiu Changgong had already felt death coming, but he couldn't resist.
boom!
Like a mountain collapsing.
A palm hit the ground.
Qiu Changgong's body followed the smoke and dust and sank into the ground of the street.
With just one palm, Qiu Changgong was completely wiped out.
"And you." Yang Ning turned around and stared at the young master, allowing him to regain his ability to speak.
"You..." The young master stared at Yang Ning, feeling like he had met a devil.
"How about it? Do you still want my sister to go to your room?"
"Aren't you the young master of the second round? That's it?"
Yang Ning pointed his finger, hit him right between the eyebrows, and died.
