Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 92 Great Enemy

At noon.

Ning Fa and his group finally arrived at Tianshui Island, where Tianshui Market is located.

Ning Fa, who was still high in the sky, looked down through the porthole of the spirit boat.

I saw a towering city sitting on a huge island in front of me.

A spiritual light shone above the city, forming a huge spiritual light shield.

It was like an inverted jade bowl, covering the entire city.

It is magnificent and shocking.

Even though there was still some distance, Ningfa had already felt a cold breath.

At this time, Ning Fa, under the introduction of Ning Shaohong, already knew that this was the third-order protective formation of Tianshuifang City: [Shangyuan Spectroscopic Formation].

A formation of this level is difficult to conquer even for a Jindan cultivator.

Because there was a no-fly zone in Tianshui Market, the flying boat landed in front of the market.

Ning Fa and his group walked out of the Hongling Boat.

There were still flashes of light of various colors around them, some entering the market like them, some leaving.

The large number of people also indirectly reflects the liveliness of Tianshui Market.

After all, this market is the largest market in Qianbo Lake.

It attracts many monks every day.

The cultivators around here are basically low-level cultivators in the early to middle stages of Qi training.

When they saw Ning Fa and his group of high-level monks, their expressions changed.

When he saw the word "Ning" on the uniform robes of Ning Zonglie and other members of the Liefeng Hall, he was even more awed.

After all, the Ning family is now the second largest force in Qianbo Lake, second only to the Xue family.

And now the business is thriving, and the family power is growing.

This makes the cultivators who come from small families or independent cultivators feel both awe and envy.

Ning Fa also directly felt the benefits of being born into a powerful family.

At this moment, a spirit boat with equally great momentum landed not far away, raising a cloud of dust.

At the bow of the spirit boat, a conspicuous flag fluttered in the wind.

There is a large character written on it in a flamboyant style.

"money"

A group of seven monks walked out of the flying boat, all wearing the same dark yellow robes.

The middle-aged man in the lead was actually at the ninth level of Qi training.

Moreover, this person is far from being an ordinary cultivator who has achieved perfection in Qi training.

This man was tall and thin, wearing a tall crown on his head. His pale and thin face was expressionless, and there was a gleam of light in his slender eyes, which made people feel as if they were being pricked by needles and dared not look directly at him.

With his hands behind his back, the murderous aura he exuded seemed to be tangible, exerting an incredibly oppressive force.

Ningfa narrowed his eyes.

This person is definitely a powerful figure.

I wonder how many monks had to be slaughtered to form this terrifying evil spirit.

He may not be as good as an outlier like Ning Huarong, but he is also not comparable to ordinary Qigong practitioners.

Judging from the flag, could these people be from the Qian family of Qianbo Lake?
They are old rivals of the Ning family.

A few years ago, the Ning family defeated the Qian family and established its position as the second largest family in Qianbo Lake.

At this time, Ning Shaohong, who was about to walk towards the city gate, suddenly stopped.

She stared at the murderous man in the tall crown, her beautiful eyes filled with deep hatred.

She spat out word by word: "Qian Shouzhong!"

The man in the tall hat seemed to notice something and turned to look over here.

His narrow eyes suddenly shot out a vicious look like a venomous snake. The murderous aura in his body surged, forming an invisible gust of wind that radiated outwards violently.

Several wandering cultivators nearby were thrown out uncontrollably.

Those people got up with shocked and angry looks on their faces, but when they saw the man with the tall hat and others, their faces immediately changed and they left.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other monks around left one after another to avoid a fight between the two sides and causing them to be implicated.

In the blink of an eye, only the Ning family and the Qian family were left in this area.

On Ningfa's side, a tall middle-aged man wearing golden armor stepped out.

He stood in front of the crowd, staring at the man in the tall crown without giving in.

This man's name is Ning Yuanchong. He is the captain of the guard who escorted Ning Shaohong this time. He is also at the perfect ninth level of Qi training.

At this moment, his thickly bearded face was full of coldness, but his eyes were very solemn.

Obviously, this man with a tall hat made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Other guard members, including Ning Zonglie and others, also came behind them and looked at the Qian family members with the same aggressive look.

The man in the tall hat suddenly sneered, then restrained his aura and walked towards the city with the Qian family as if nothing had happened.

Ning Shaohong took a deep breath, regained his composure, and said, "Let's go too."

Ningfa followed behind.

He secretly guessed in his heart that he felt Ning Shaohong's hatred for the man in the tall hat named Qian Shouzhong was not as simple as the grudge between two major families.

Ning Shaohong waved to Ning Fa to come to her side, and then slightly distanced herself from the others.

Ning Shaohong asked, "Do you know who Qian Shouzhong is?"

Ningfa shook his head.

Ning Shaohong paused for a moment, then said with a hint of hatred: "You must remember him! Because your parents were killed by this man!"

Ning Fa's whole body was shocked.

Before this, he only knew that his parents were killed in an ambush by monks from the Qian family.

Now hearing what Ning Shaohong said, it seems that it was the man in the tall hat who killed them personally.

No wonder Ning Shaohong hates this person so much.

Ning Fa suddenly raised his head and said firmly, "Don't worry, Aunt Hong, I will kill this man with my own hands in the future to comfort the spirits of my parents in heaven!"

Ning Shaohong nodded: "It's good that you have this intention, but this person is very powerful. There are few Qigong cultivators who can defeat him. You are not his opponent yet. If you meet him outside in the future, you should stay away from him."

Ningfa remained silent.

This man was indeed very powerful, but Ning Fa was confident that as long as he was given some more time, it would not be impossible for him to kill him with his own hands.

But he wouldn't say it so easily.

Afterwards, the group entered the city through the west gate of the market town, and each person paid a spirit stone as an entrance fee.

You will not have to pay this fee if you enter the city again within one month, but you are not allowed to spend the night in the market unless you rent a cave residence or stay in a special inn.

After actually entering the market town, Ning Fa felt as if he was suddenly enlightened and his horizons were broadened.

I saw a straight road in front of me, more than ten feet wide, running from east to west, with many branches extending out.

The avenue was bustling with people, monks, and traffic.

Although it can't be said to be shoulder to shoulder, it's almost there.

There are not only monks, but also many mortals. From time to time, some mortal guides come forward to solicit customers.

There are many attics and tall buildings on both sides of the avenue, which are lined up one after another, and the scene is extraordinary.

Flags of various shops were hung high outside. There were large businesses well-known throughout Yunzhou and even the entire Jiang Kingdom, as well as time-honored brands that had been open for hundreds of years, making it a feast for the eyes.

Just from the names of the shops on these flags, one can easily tell that these shops have all kinds of spiritual items.

Many monks came in and out of these attics.

In some areas on both sides of the avenue, many monks set up stalls to sell their wares.

Various spiritual objects sparkled with radiant light, attracting many monks to come and see. The sounds of bargaining were endless, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

(End of this chapter)