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"This... How is that possible? " Liu Junsheng smiled awkwardly, he did not think that Ou Ye Zhang Zhi would actually treat this servant as his brother, it was impossible for such a strict Ming King City, there was a difference between master and servant, there was a difference in heaven and earth.

However, he saw that Ouye Changzhi did not seem to be speaking offhandedly, so he quickly explained, "I ? Actually, I was mistaken about your people. I wanted to teach that brat a lesson. "A lowly commoner who doesn't know what's good for him. I wanted to teach him a lesson, that's why I clashed with your people."

Under the gazes of everyone present, although Liu Junsheng had an extremely good face, he had no choice but to lower his head and admit his mistakes to Ouye Changsheng.

After all, Ouye Changsheng was the first young master of a first-rate power's Ouye Family. The group of young masters and mistresses surrounding him were all from first-rate powers.

There was even their Liu Family's master ? Little Ming King Palace, the Holy Son of the Little Ming King Palace!

Liu Juncai looked at Ouye Changsheng fawningly, then bowed and bowed as he walked to Tai Xiong's side, trying to please him, "Brother, what happened just now was all a misunderstanding. It was all caused by this lowly commoner! "

He pushed all of his mistakes towards Ning Wufeng's head.

"Shut up!" Tai Xiong fiercely flung Liu Juncai's arm away and roared: "He's also my brother!"

"This ?" Liu Juncai's face immediately changed as he looked towards Ouye Changsheng.

"Even if he's Tai Xiong's brother, he's still my brother!" Ouye Changsheng said lightly.

The surrounding people all had a look of schadenfreude. Finally, someone was able to teach this Liu Juncai a lesson, causing everyone to heave a sigh of relief.

"Please forgive me for offending him for what happened previously!" Liu Juncai said as he grinded his teeth. Then, he immediately turned and walked out of the Linjiang Pavilion without looking back.

Ouye Changsheng didn't even look at him and said lightly: "Everyone, let's go. "Don't let such a small matter ruin your mood."

With a flick of his finger, a pill entered Tai Xiong's body. He turned his arm and walked away. Instead, it was the gazes of the young masters and young misses behind him that swept across Ning Wufeng. Some of them had very naked eyes and did not have the slightest bit of scruples.

"This is the eldest son of the Ouye Family, he is indeed extraordinary." When the people around saw that Ouye Changsheng had left, they began to praise him.

"Only those with a deep background can develop his bearing." Even the waitor at the counter nodded his head.

Those from second-rate and third-rate powers who had bought a lot of things here previously all followed along.

Ning Wufeng looked at Ouye Changsheng's back, and he indeed had a power that could make others submit to him. However, it was clear that this kind of power was of no use to him.

"Come, brother, let's follow him. I want to introduce you to the young master." Tai Xiong held Ning Wufeng's hand, and the two of them immediately went upstairs.

Although it was already late at night, the banks of the Wise King River were brightly lit. The sky was filled with stars, projecting a bright light. The surface of the river sparkled, and the fishing boat lightly sang.

The Spirit Bridge pavilion on the second floor of Linjiang Pavilion was directly above the river surface. A huge waterfall cascaded from the sky. Even at night, one could see the splashes of gorgeous rainbows, showing the intentions of the Linjiang Pavilion's design.

On the Spirit Bridge Pavilion, there were all kinds of delicacies with strange fruits and alluring colors. There were a lot of people gathered here, all for the sake of Ouye Changsheng.

"Today, we are all gathered here because of fate. It's not for anything else, but for this ghost disaster." As the host, Ouye Changsheng said loudly.

"The eight cities of Great Qin are all countries of courtesy and etiquette, so we can use literature to meet with our friends, and use literature to intimidate our enemies, and we can also spread the culture of our Great Qin."

His voice was loud and clear, and his demeanor was dignified. Everyone repeatedly agreed that it was so.

"Longevity is willing to throw a brick to lead the way, to lead the way for everyone." While talking, Ouye Changsheng's figure moved, and rushed up a pavilion. The moonlight elongated his figure, and he appeared to be floating like a fairy.

A melodious tune of a flute began to fill the air, the flute melody melodious and lingering. In an instant, everyone quieted down. The sound of river water rising and falling could be heard along with the flute music. Sometimes it was urgent, sometimes it was slow. A mysterious and mysterious fluctuation of spiritual energy began to spread out.

It was the law of the world.

Ning Wufeng was very clear about this feeling and could not help but be slightly moved. He listened very carefully as the Power of Divine Consciousness actually had a slow improvement from Ouye Changsheng's flute music.

River water, the starry sky, and the melodious sound of a flute.

His entire state of mind relaxed, and his spiritual sense spread out without restraint. He felt like his spiritual sense was a fish swimming in space. It jumped into the river and happily jumped over, traveling further and further away.

One hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

One mile.

Three miles.

Ten miles.

Ning Wufeng's Power of Divine Consciousness had actually extended thirty five kilometers, and it seemed to be continuously extending forward. A feeling of the world in my hands welled up in my heart.

His state of mind was unceasingly expanding.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute became more and more lively. The river water splashed up over a hundred zhang into the sky, turning into a continuous drizzle and falling down.

In the long pavilion of the spiritual bridge, there was a beautiful woman with a graceful figure dancing and dancing to the flute music.

Ning Wufeng suddenly opened his eyes, he felt a strange power appearing from the area where his consciousness was enveloping. Their movements were extremely fast and their movements were light and nimble, almost to the point that not even a whisper could be heard.

If not for the Power of Divine Consciousness letting him go, and him being in an ethereal state, he might not have noticed it.

"There are ghosts!" He gave a light snort, and the people around him looked at him in surprise.

Tai Xiong explained in a low voice: "Haha, of course there's ghosts. Otherwise, wouldn't our Young Master's soul luring song be played for nothing? "

Ning Wufeng could not help but be surprised, so it turned out that Ouye Changsheng was trying to lure these ghosts with his words, otherwise, other than the Ghost Wen Group, what else could it be?

On the other hand, everyone had the look of someone who had known this for a long time. Only he could make a ruckus, but he had actually made a fool of himself. He could not help but rub his nose and smile awkwardly.

However, there were some people who looked at Ning Wufeng a little more.

This was because they had also released their consciousness, but they had not sensed the appearance of the ghost, which could only mean one thing: Ning Wufeng's Power of Divine Consciousness was stronger than them.

This group of people were all favored by the heavens, they were not willing to be outdone by others. They used both open and covert methods, and all of their Power of Divine Consciousness s rose continuously.

Finally, the Ghost Servant and the ghost soldiers appeared on the surface of the river a few miles away.

This was the first time Ning Wufeng had seen these things. Shrill screams came from their stomachs as various types of weapons danced in their hands, emitting a faint luster.

Wisps of star power descended from the sky and entered their bodies. The fine scales on his body were also clearly visible.

More and more ghosts appeared on the surface of the river, Ouye Changsheng, who was standing on top of the water pavilion, finished his song.

His body flickered and appeared before everyone. A burst of thunderous cheers sounded out, and the crowd was filled with endless praises. Even though they were almost at the door, these people did not panic, as if they were used to it.

Ouye Changsheng laughed lightly: "This one has done a disgrace. Everyone's performance will be next."

As soon as his voice fell, a person flew up into the air and said with a smile, "My calligraphy family's Zhao Ziang is willing to add tiles to the bricks for the Demon Hunter Remover Squad."

Ning Wufeng's expression changed slightly as he saw the man walk in the air with confidence. Ning Wufeng calmly took out a thick goatee, and the pen in his hand shone with a dense light. The brush happily absorbed a large amount of water from the River of Brilliance, flying through the air.

"Morning to the Ming King City, and then into the night to enjoy the River Nether Feast. "Flowing the ink all over the river, shooting down billions of soldiers!"

An imposing poem was written in the air, each character revealing a sharp edge as it was filled with rich spiritual light. After that person finished his last stroke, the entire poem transformed into a surging army of thousands galloping horses. They trod on the river and dashed towards the ghost soldiers.

As soldiers, he fought with the Ghost Servant and the ghost soldiers. Within the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the ghost soldier was forced to retreat five to six miles before the power of the river dissipated completely.

"As expected of the successor of Book Sage Zhao Gonggong. His strength is indeed extraordinary." Someone immediately praised.2

"To kill billions of ghost soldiers in the blink of an eye, that's the same situation as when Zhao Gongzi killed thousands of ghost soldiers in Beiyang Mountain all those years ago. Good, good, good." One of the people beside Ning Wufeng praised him.

Zhao Ziming turned around and returned to the pavilion, his face revealing the arrogance of a young man.

Ning Wufeng looked at him a few more times.

"An idle person who doesn't have the ability to drive ghosts, please step aside." The person who spoke up before said indifferently to Ning Wufeng, leaving a wide path to the side, he insisted on squeezing towards Ning Wufeng.

Ning Wufeng frowned, he did not know the identity of the person, and could not be offended, so he moved to the side.

The man was short, but his temper was not bad. As he walked past him, he raised his head and looked at him arrogantly. Then, with a heavy snort, he walked away.

Ning Wufeng was a little confused as he rubbed his nose.

At this time, Yan Ling spoke up from the side: "This person is Little Ming King Palace, the Holy Son of the Little Ming King Palace, a person who will take revenge on you. The Liu Juncai that you chased away earlier was one of them, so ? "

Ning Wufeng immediately revealed a look of understanding, so it turns out that this guy was doing this to help Liu Juncai vent his anger. He didn't dare to do anything to himself in front of Ouye Changsheng, so he could only give a small warning.

However, how could he care about such a warning?

Baiyan Boy walked out. His body wasn't large, but he was full of confidence and said: "Since it's a Wen Group, and also in my Little Ming King Palace's territory, I'll make something special to welcome everyone here."

After all, they were on the ground of the Ming King City, and the Devil Slaughter Assembly was held by the people of the Ouye Family. Their Little Ming King Palace's Holy Son, the Holy Maiden, was used as a foil.

Baiyan Boy immediately wanted to release his anger. With a wave of his hand, a dense cluster of gold and stone appeared in front of him. The golden pestle in his hand shone with a dazzling light.

Ding ding ding ?

The golden pestle struck the golden rock and emitted a pleasant sound. In an instant, it transformed into a golden glint that spread out with the rune's eyes. Wherever the golden text touched, ghosts and monsters would immediately die, turning to dust in an instant.

Ning Wufeng felt that the fellow was extremely pleased with himself when he killed the ghost. He even glanced at him provocatively, as if warning him.

He rubbed his nose, thinking about how to respond to him. Suddenly, a mournful cry came from the depths of Jiang Jiang's heart. Everyone felt their soul consciousness being shaken, and their faces turned pale.

And Baiyan Boy, who bore the brunt of the attack, seemed to be even more severely injured!

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