Jing Ning was stunned for a moment.

Everything that happened next was not given him a chance to answer.

The old man said expressionlessly: "Search this inn, search his house, and handcuff him."

In the middle of lightning, a heavy blow hit the back of the boy's head. A painful groan sounded, and the shackles flashing with lightning and the power of the formation patterns of the talisman were stormed in the void.

Jing Ninggao was drinking and trying to break free from the shackles, but was trampled to the ground all at once.

The old man held the formation in his hand and walked forward slowly. He looked into Jing Ning's eyes.

The soul thoughts sway like fire.

The scarlet formation has arrived in front of Aning.

...

...

The young man with scars on his face sat opposite Pei Lingsu. He was carrying a wine pot and smiling. He looked at the woman drinking tea in front of him, even with a hat and a veil, and could see that this woman was a rare beauty in the world with a slim figure. If the white veil was lifted, there would be a beautiful face with a national fragrance.

He sat horizontally and stopped Jing Ning.

"Don't go and see... your eyes are dirty." The scar man said lightly: "My surname is Wu, you can call me Wu San."

Speaking of this, he squeezed out a strange smile, "Girl, drinking tea alone is so elegant. Why don't I invite you to drink wine."

He poured a glass of wine for Pei Lingsu, pushed it to the other party, and said softly: "You have heard of this title, give me some face and drink the wine."

Behind Wu San, a young man's painful shout came the sound of a cry of pain, low and hoarse.

Pei Yatou held the porcelain cup in one hand and slowly put it down.

She could no longer bear it.

The divine thoughts floated to Ning Yi's ears, obviously bringing anger.

"You still have to wait?"

Aning's soul is suffering from painful torture.

Mr. Zhuo was born in Liuli Mountain in the East Realm and practiced the magic of souls. The closer the array pattern was to Aning, the more it forced the souls.

Jing Ning witnessed the scene of himself and Ning Yi that night.

But even so, he still didn't speak, and his soul was extremely strict.

This young man is as tight as a bottle.

In fact, Ning Yi's sword sheath was already roaring, and he could no longer suppress his intention to draw a sword... As a sword cultivator, he could watch in the inn once, because it was purely a trouble that Jing Ning had caused. He was happy to see the boy suffer losses and understand what responsibility is, but the situation is different now.

Jing Ning is suffering for himself.

But Ning Yi did not draw his sword, his eyes were extremely cold, and he stood in the darkness.

Every breath is waiting.

Every wait disappointed him very much.

He looked at the soft and soft

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The embarrassed man collapsed at the inn counter.

He muttered to himself silently in his heart.

If the story in that painting is true.

Then he shouldn't have set his sword.

He wanted to wait a little longer.

He should wait a little longer.

...

...

Jing Yue's body was covered in blood. He lay down on the wooden table on the counter, his arms were weak, bent and stretched, and half of his cheeks were bleeding. At this moment, he slowly raised his head, his eyes were dull, and he looked at Mr. Zhuo.

Jing Yue's face was gone.

There was a sound of smashing and smashing coming from the upper floor. Someone hugged a tablet and walked quickly from the second floor, whispering loudly: "Mr. Zhuo - this is this kid's."

There was a noise.

Mr. Zhuo let go of the hand that was pulling Jing Ning's hair. The boy's soul was much stronger than he thought.

My own "soul searching technique" has not yet reached the level of those adults.

It is not bad if this kid is forced to search the soul, but searching the soul will bring huge shock to the person's brain. With his own cultivation level, forcibly searching the soul may cause a bad result... He did not find the "truth" and destroyed the young man's sea of ​​gods, causing him to become an idiot. If he asked again, he would not get the answer.

He simply stopped using formations to forcefully oppress the soul.

Mr. Zhuo snorted coldly, stood up, and the crowd separated. The spirit card was dug out of the incense jar by the helper and handed it to his hands.

The old man in white robe narrowed his eyes and said word by word to the wooden stele: "The stele position of Sushui Mirror."

Six words.

Extreme simplicity.

"The name sounds very good." The old man looked at the counter. The man who was lying down silently still did not move at all. Mr. Zhuo said expressionlessly: "It's a pity that he married a coward, so he died early, which is not an accident."

Jing Yue's body twitched slightly.

This sentence touched his heart.

The old man didn't care, he sneered and looked away.

He looked down at the boy and said, "Have your mother taught you that some people in this world can't afford to offend you?"

"You may feel that if you offend the mountain and go to death, you will be lucky enough to run away."

"But you don't know how big the East is and how serious this matter is."

The old man squatted down, stroked Aning's face with his fingers, and said softly: "Mr. Ganlu will make you worse than death."

Jing Ning's face was covered in blood, and he stared at the wooden sign that Mr. Zhuo's fingers were tightly pinching.

"Give me my mother's tablet back..."

The boy's hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat.

Obviously there will be no response.

The old man just analyzed it on his own and completely ignored the angry young man.

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"You don't have the ability to kill him."

"It is even more impossible... to have the courage to steal things from the East Realm..."

"So, I just want you to say what you see in full."

"I'll give you three breaths to consider."

Jing Ning didn't say anything.

Mr. Zhuo waited for three breaths.

Waited for three more breaths.

His face became very ugly, and his blue and red handed over, looking at this little guy like he was looking at the dead.

Then with a "click", the wooden sign made a shattering sound.

Then, there was a "bang" sound-

Su Shuijing's tablet exploded directly in Mr. Zhuo's hand and turned into splashing flying chips.

In the lobby of the inn, there were Oasis Eagle Club and gangs who went to the mountain to die. When they watched this scene, someone laughed unscrupulously, and the laughter was superimposed like a wave.

Every sharp sound was like a knife, penetrated into Jing Ning's heart.

Breathing becomes hard.

In this chaotic and turbulent inn, someone held his head and squatted on the ground, not daring to speak.

Someone was holding a knife, laughing loudly, and his expression was joking.

In the dim, dilapidated, shaky shadow, there was a short, ordinary figure with a face covered in blood, slowly standing out on the other side of the counter. He supported his hands on the wooden table, and the entire huge counter collapsed, attracting everyone's eyes.

In the smoke and dust, the twelve huge wine jars behind Jing Yue shattered, and the mellow wine exploded and burst out.

When Yinyue Inn was established, it was listed as a twelve non-sale wine jars, and the body of the jar exploded.

Twelve flying knives flew out from Jing Yue's back.

This thin-dressed middle-aged man stood in the sword and the wind of wine.

Aning looked confused, looking at the other end of the smoke and dust, his father.

Blood splattered, hot, on his face.

Twelve flying knives launched an inhumane massacre in this inn.
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