Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 324 Ji Minxiong

A smile appeared on Duanmu Ling's little face.

The stronger Ning Fa became, the more it seemed that she was wise to spend so much effort to win over Ning Fa.

Feng Jue, who was not far away, couldn't help rubbing his hands, his eyes shining, and he looked like he was itching to do something.

There was a gleam of light in Ji Qingqing's black eyes. She glanced at Duanmu Ling not far away, as if she had thought of something, and a seductive smile appeared on her charming face.

Ouyang Tianzong put down the wine glass in his hand, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

However, he did not notice that Xia Xinlan beside him had a flash of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

"Is this nephew really a disciple of our sect? With such profound magical power, his strength may even exceed that of an average cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, and he also has a thunder spirit root. This outstanding disciple, I should have heard of him before."

A sincere voice sounded, and a Jindan cultivator wearing a white Confucian robe and looking like a middle-aged scholar spoke.

This person is the third elder of the Ouyang family, [Master Bofa] Ouyang Bo.

"Junior Brother Ouyang, you may not know that this Junior Brother Ning Fa is a disciple of our Yuncang Peak. Previously in the Yuanling Secret Realm, this Junior Brother Ning was very popular and won the bet for the Black King of Hell. Now that he has just successfully established his foundation, he has such strength. He is indeed extraordinary. Xiaoling has a good eye and discovered the extraordinaryness of this Junior Brother Ning very early, and recruited him to her team very early."

Duanmu Hong said with a smile.

After all, Ning Fa was his disciple, and now he was working for his Duanmu family. He was naturally happy to see Ning Fa display his powerful strength.

Zhenren Zihua, who was not far away, said nothing, but his eyes were flashing with purple light. He could not hide his shock, and his heart was churning.

"Everyone, I remember that I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

Zhenren Zihua said this and then left the banquet venue directly, leaving everyone present with different expressions.

Xia Yuanjue, the elder of the Xia family, had a gleam in his eyes, and then he laughed and said, "This is very unfortunate. I have long heard that Brother Cheng's weapon refining skills are extremely superb, and I was planning to ask for his advice."

"Junior Brother Xia, there is no need to rush. We are all in the same sect and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future." Duanmu Hong said with a smile.

Xia Yuanjue shook his head and pretended to sigh, "But it seems to me that Fellow Daoist Cheng has a prejudice against my Xia family. I'm afraid this opportunity will be hard to come by."

After hearing the Xia family elder's pointed words, the whole place fell silent.

Everyone was a smart person, so how could they not hear the hidden meaning behind the words of the Xia family's great elder?

Ouyang Bo and Duanmu Hong both smiled meaningfully.

"What's wrong with this old monster Chai? It's fine for the two sects' young disciples to spar with each other, but does he, a Jindan cultivator, want to interfere?"

Just when the atmosphere in the conference hall was a little strange, a somewhat lazy voice was heard.

A tall man in black suddenly stood up and said.

At first glance, this man had disheveled hair and an untidy beard, looking unkempt.

But upon closer inspection, this man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his face was as handsome as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe. The corners of his mouth were raised with a lazy, somewhat cynical smile, which made him look extremely masculine.

This person is none other than the Ji family’s third Jindan cultivator, Ji Minxiong.

This person didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but he interrupted the topic that Xia Yuanjue had deliberately brought up, causing Xia Yuanjue to frown slightly. However, thinking of the "great achievements" of the third Jindan cultivator of the Ji family, he opened his mouth but did not continue the conversation.

Ji Minxiong, who had a lazy look on his face, now had a twinkling look in his eyes. He said with a smile, "I heard that this old monster Chai's [Wanheng Divine Art] is quite powerful. I just want to see it today."

Seeing this man stand up, many other young disciples suddenly became very quiet, and even dared not look at him, as if they were afraid of attracting his attention. Even Duanmu Ling, Ji Qingqing, Ouyang Tianzong and others were no exception.

"Hey, the Black King of Hell actually left first? Never mind, I won't join in the fun."

At this moment, Ji Minxiong seemed to have discovered something, then curled his lips with some regret, returned to his seat, resumed his lazy attitude, and started drinking by himself.

"Good boy, you are so vicious and beat my disciple so badly. If I don't teach you a lesson, where can I put my face?"

Just when Fu Yang was sweating profusely due to being suppressed by Ning Fa, and even thought of a way to escape directly.

An old Taoist wearing a Bagua robe and a goatee suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

This person was none other than the Jindan cultivator named Chai from Wanfamen. He was also one of the Jindan cultivators from Wanfamen who led a team to participate in the Yuanling Secret Realm.

He also had a bet with the Black King of Hell and lost a priceless third-level monster egg.

The old Taoist looked at the miserable state of the hook-nosed disciple of Wanfa Sect and suddenly became furious.

Actually, this disciple was only his nominal disciple, not a direct disciple, but he felt embarrassed after being beaten so badly.

He stared at Ning Fa with a cold light in his eyes, and suddenly waved his sleeves.

Ning Fa only felt that he was hit head-on by a powerful monster. Even with his strong body, he could not withstand it. He retreated more than ten steps, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but spit out a small mouthful of blood.

The Jindan cultivator named Chai let out a light exclamation, his face full of surprise.

Although he just attacked casually and did not use much magic power, he was a Jindan cultivator, while Ning Fa was only an early foundation-building cultivator, yet he only suffered such a minor injury. This really surprised him and made him feel even more embarrassed.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he pointed out his right hand, ready to give Ningfa another heavy blow.

But a black iron mace flashing with cold light suddenly flew from the sky and smashed towards him without any mercy.

The monk surnamed Chai's face changed slightly, and he swung his Taoist robe. The Bagua pattern behind him flashed with light, and suddenly a Bagua pattern of light flew out and blocked the black iron mace.

"Qiu Zheng! What do you want to do? Do you think I, Chai, am afraid of you?" The monk named Chai looked to the side angrily.

I saw Qiu Zheng, the law enforcement elder of Huayu Sect, who was tall and as strong as an iron tower, walking towards me.

Qiu Zheng looked at the monk surnamed Chai and snorted coldly, "Old Chai, you are really promising. You can even help the younger generation. I am really impressed by you!"

Hearing Qiu Zheng's sarcasm, a look of embarrassment flashed across the face of the cultivator named Chai. Then he snorted coldly, picked up the hook-nosed disciple of Wanfa Sect and left directly.

"I can't move freely today, but I will definitely compete with you another day." Fu Yang, with a pale face, took the opportunity to say something harsh, and then hurried away.

The other Wanfamen disciples looked at each other, and quickly helped the two injured companions who were unable to stand up and left.

(End of this chapter)