Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 28 Provocation
Ning Fa also understood the reason why Ning Xilin came to him, which was to ask him to support him.

After all, he is now the person with the highest status in their family.

"Okay, Uncle Xilin, take me over to have a look."

Then Ning Fa followed Ning Xilin and walked eastward.

After walking about three miles, Ningfa could already see from afar two groups of people confronting each other on a small hill ahead.

Ning Fa was very familiar with one of the groups of people. They were his eldest aunt Ning Muchun's family, as well as his eldest uncle and fourth uncle's families, and several elders from their branch.

The other group of people seemed to be much larger, with nearly twenty people. They were obviously more imposing than Ning Muchun and his group. Ning Fa also recognized the two people standing at the head.

One of them is Ning Guichuan, who looks honest and has wrinkles on his face. The other is Ning Donghui, the leader of another branch of Pyeongchang Island, who is a hunchbacked old man with a triangular bun and wrinkles all over his face.

Next to the two of them was Ning Zhenan, a man of stocky build, ferocious face and someone who looked very difficult to mess with. He was wearing a white robe with gold edges, which was specially designed for late-stage Qi training cultivators in his family, making him particularly eye-catching among the other cultivators.

At this time, Ning Guichuan was pointing at a spiritual field next to him and shouted angrily, "This entire acre of Qinghe spiritual rice has been destroyed. It's obviously caused by human beings. If it wasn't done by you, who else could it be?"

The spiritual field in the direction he pointed to, which was supposed to have emerald green spiritual plants, now looked as if it had been visited by wild beasts. All of the plants were lying on the ground in all directions. Most of the spiritual plants that had obviously not reached maturity had obviously lost their vitality.

On the other side, Ning Muchun replied without giving in: "If you say so, then so? If you can't produce any evidence, then don't spit bloody words at me!"

Ning Donghui, with a wrinkled face, sneered: "Everyone knows that your lineage and Brother Guichuan are at odds. If it wasn't you who did it, could it be us who did it?"

Ning Muchun's eyes widened: "Maybe it's really possible! I still say the same thing, don't bite people without evidence. If you dare to make a move, we are not vegetarians either."

Ningfa, who was almost there, couldn't help but marvel at it. Although this aunt was a good-for-nothing, she didn't look like someone who would only bully others at home.

At this time, Ning Zhenan, who was squinting his eyes, noticed Ning Fa's arrival. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then he coughed lightly.

Ning Guichuan's ears moved, and he, who had been relatively restrained, suddenly increased his firepower and all kinds of dirty words came out.

Ning Muchun was a woman after all, and had never been insulted like this before. She was so angry that her face turned pale. She pointed at Ning Guichuan and was speechless.

She was so angry that she waved her right hand, and a small jade feather fan appeared in her hand.

The feather fan grew larger in the wind, becoming several feet in size. As she waved it vigorously, a green wind ball flew out of it and blew towards Ning Guichuan's face.

Ning Guichuan was caught off guard and was knocked flying.

With a scream, Ning Guichuan fell heavily to the ground, his mouth full of blood and the left side of his face was swollen.

Although Ning Muchun attacked in anger, he still had some rationality and did not dare to use too much magic power, otherwise the injury would not be just superficial.

The crowd that was arguing fiercely suddenly became quiet.

After his impulse, Ning Muchun finally calmed down and his face turned pale.

Meng Jinliang, Uncle Ningfa, Fourth Uncle and others standing by all changed color.

It would be fine if they were just quarreling, but it would be a different story if they started fighting. The key point is that their side obviously has fewer people than the other side, so they would definitely be at a disadvantage if a fight really broke out.

Ning Zhenan, who had his eyes half closed, suddenly opened them, took a step forward, stared at Ning Muchun coldly, a fierce aura emanated from him, causing Ning Muchun to retreat repeatedly.

Meng Jinliang, who had been silent at the side, suddenly changed his expression. He supported Ning Muchun and said quickly, "Brother Zhen'an, this is a misunderstanding! Don't be impulsive!"

Ning Zhenan grinned fiercely and sneered, "You beat my father in front of me, and you told me it was a misunderstanding? Are you treating me like a three-year-old child? If you don't give me an explanation today, you won't be able to get away with it!"

Facing the powerful Ning Zhen'an, Meng Jinliang, who was also in the late stage of Qi training, was obviously much weaker. He gritted his teeth and said, "We are willing to apologize." At this time, Ning Fa had already walked behind the crowd. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but shook his head secretly.

After all, his uncle is at the seventh level of Qi training like the other party, but he is so afraid of the other party. It really makes him feel a little cowardly.

Ning Zhenan suddenly laughed: "If you can take ten of my moves, I will accept your apology!"

After saying that, he pointed upwards with his right hand, and as a black light flashed in the sky, a black mace about three feet long appeared in the air in an instant, shining with black light and emitting a powerful spiritual pressure.

Judging from the spiritual pressure, it has obviously reached the level of a top-grade magical weapon.

Ning Zhenan quickly made a hand gesture with one hand, and then the black mace became larger, its power increased again, and it smashed towards Meng Jinliang with a sharp whistle.

Meng Jinliang's face changed, but he was also a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training, so his reaction was also not slow.

He swung his sleeves violently and a white paper fan flew out.

The paper fan was opened wide, with a shining light on it. The ink words on it seemed to come alive, moving around on the paper fan, flashing with light, and looking very spiritual.

Then, dozens of huge black ink characters flew out from the paper fan, heading towards the flying black mace.

There was a series of crisp bangs and bits of light flying around, and the ink characters were shattered by a single blow from the black mace.

But after smashing ten ink characters in a row, the black mace was no longer able to continue and was stuck in a stalemate in the air with the last few ink characters.

Meng Jinliang breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he noticed that Ning Muchun also offered a magical weapon in his hand to help him. He hurriedly said, "Muchun, don't do it!"

He wanted to control the situation. Obviously, if the two sides really fought, their lineage would definitely suffer a great loss.

Ning Muchun's lips turned pale and he put down his raised hand.

Several monks on the opposite side who were eager to help also stopped in disappointment.

But at this time Ning Zhenan sneered, and as the spell in his hand changed, the light emitted by the black mace in the air suddenly became stronger, and in just a flash it shattered several huge ink characters surrounding it.

A black light flashed in the air, and the black mace attacked Meng Jinliang at an incredibly fast speed like a spirit snake.

Meng Jinliang frowned, anger showed on his face, and he suddenly urged the magic power in his body.

The white paper fan in front of him suddenly emitted a bright glow of light, and huge ink characters flew out one after another, circling and dancing in front of him, barely resisting the fierce attack of the black mace.

But from the paleness of his face, it could be seen that he might not be able to hold on for long.

Although both of them are at the seventh level of Qi training, Ning Zhenan is obviously much stronger than him.

Ning Fa was not in a hurry to speak at this time. After all, this was the first time he saw other cultivators fighting since he came to this world, which still made him very interested.

At this time, Ning Zhenan smiled contemptuously, quickly made hand gestures with both hands, and then pointed at the black mace in the air with one hand. The black mace flashed and instantly turned into two identical black maces.

A flash of intense black light continued to attack Meng Jinliang fiercely like a spirit snake, while another black long mace attacked Ning Muchun.

This person was so arrogant that he fought two people at once.

Ning Muchun's face changed, and he immediately took out a magic weapon that looked like a white silk handkerchief to meet the black mace.

(End of this chapter)