Seeing Zhen Beiyu appear suddenly, Ning Teng frowned.

Could it be that he poisoned him?

Such a thought suddenly flashed through Ning Ting's mind.

He Ning Ting couldn't say much respect for this master.

At most, the one worthy of his refusal to him is the head of Qingyun Sect.

But even the head of Qingyun Sect was just a small head in his eyes.

Ning Wei couldn't understand why Fan Jiangong was so generous to Zhen Beiyu. He not only gave Wei Tiangang's mansion to Qingyun Sect, but also allowed Zhen Beiyu to eat, drink and have fun.

Even if it is because of his master Jia Nanfeng, he cannot let Zhen Beiyu come to the fore.

After all, good steel must be used on the blade.

As for Zhen Beiyu's whereabouts, Ning Ting, who was in charge of guarding Ziyang City, did not care too much. When he heard that Xu Lai drove out of Ziyang City with Zhen Beiyu, he never sent anyone to investigate Zhen Beiyu's whereabouts.

There was no need for him to spend his thoughts on Zhen Beiyu.

Because he had long determined that the first head of Qingyun Sect who moved to Ziyang City would only be Jia Nanfeng.

Before learning about the news of Jia Nanfeng's death, Ning Ting had already thought in his mind how he would face Jia Nanfeng as a minister in the future.

Especially after catching these fifteen people under his command, Ning Ting was more confident to stand up in front of him. As for whether he would still think of Jia Nanfeng's grace in the future, he had to see if Jia Nanfeng was missing his old love.

If Jia Nanfeng didn't know what was right and still put on a high-profile face in front of him, then don't blame him for being ungrateful.

Ning Wei stood up and walked towards Zhen Beiyu, asking as he walked: "Master Zhen, why are you here?"

He didn't even perform the salute.

At this moment, he was very angry.

I am afraid that after Zhen Beiyu learned that these people had defected to him, he was afraid that the Quying Heroes would steal the limelight from the Qingyun Sect in front of the King of Shu, so he would use such despicable means.

As for why Zhen Beiyu was so easy to succeed, he could guess it.

The identity of the head of Qingyun Sect is enough to make the people from Qunying Pavilion flock to greet each other with a smile.

After all, the head of Qingyun Sect is not so easy for people to see.

Zhen Beiyu ignored Ning Ting, but was still smiling.

Ning Ting snorted coldly and squatted in front of a man again.

This person's name is Cheng Gaoyang, and he is a first-class Qingke. He is about the same age as Ning Wei. He is good at using swords and has good internal strength. With Ning Wei empty-handed, this person can withstand more than thirty moves with his family's sword skills.

It’s very clear that this person’s style of dealing with things is to reuse this person.

He even had the idea of ​​appointing his own deputy general.

With a single palm pressed against Cheng Gaoyang's back heart, Ning Ting passed over some internal force and gently shook Chen Gaoyang's shoulder, "Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, how are you doing now?"

Cheng Gaoyang opened his eyes and saw Ning Teng, just as he was about to speak, his face showed horror again.

Ning Ting was about to say something again, but his body stiffened.

A hand was pressed on his shoulder.

Unbelievable Ning Ting looked up at the place where Zhen Beiyu was standing. After confirming that the person standing behind him was indeed Zhen Beiyu, he did not dare to act rashly.

Ning Teng was sure that it was not because he was not careful about Zhen Beiyu. Although he did not have the fullest efforts to guard against Zhen Beiyu at the moment of awakening Cheng Gaoyang.

It's too fast, even if he is so fast that he may not be able to avoid it even if he is fully guarded.

The hand just gently pressed on his shoulder without any force, but he believed that as long as Zhen Beiyu was willing, he would immediately spread the body on the spot.

Without strong internal strength, how could the body movement be so fast?

What Ning Teng didn't understand was why Master Jia Nanfeng lied to him.

Cheng Gaoyang pushed Ning Teng and moved his body to the side with difficulty. His eyes were full of hatred and he said angrily: "Ning Teng, I, Cheng Gaoyang, respect you, and I was willing to come to the palace to serve the king with you, but I didn't expect that your intention was so sinister. I didn't expect that Qingyun Sect, as one of the nine major sects and the leader of my Bazhou sect, was so despicable. Are you not afraid of the shame of fellow martial arts fellow Taoists?"

Seeing Cheng Gaoyang treating him like this, Ning Ting knew that he must have mistakenly thought that he and Zhen Beiyu joined forces to catch them all in one fell swoop.

He wanted to explain, but he let go of this thought.

Now he is not the time to explain.

He was originally half-squatting, knelt on one knee, placed his hands on his knees, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Master Zhen, I just saw such a tragic situation in the pavilion. The disciple was anxious for a moment and forgot to greet his uncle. I hope that his uncle would forgive him for his impoliteness for my master."

Seeing that Zhen Beiyu still didn't speak, Ning Ting, who was already soaked in sweat behind his back, continued: "It seems that everyone in Qunying Pavilion was murdered by someone with poison. The master happened to appear in the Pavilion, scared the thief away and saved one of them."

"No, everyone died of poisoning."

Ning Ting's thoughts changed and quickly added another sentence.

Cheng Gaoyang, who had just struggled to sit cross-legged, heard this, pointed at Ning Teng and scolded: "I'm really blind!"

After saying that, he struggled to get up.

Afraid that Cheng Gaoyang escaped, Ning Ting's body moved slightly.

"Don't move!"

Zhen Beiyu finally spoke.

After saying that, he raised his hand and stroked Gaoyang with a swing of his sleeve.

Ning Ting, who really didn't dare to move, watched Cheng Gaoyang fly out like a piece of wood, fall to the ground, vomiting blood and die.

He was sure that his master, the head master, was a top master.

But he still didn't understand why Zhen Beiyu had to use poison with such skills?

"Get up!"

Zhen Beiyu stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly to Ning Ting.

"Thank you!"

Ning Ting stood up, turned around and looked at Zhen Beiyu, bowed to him, and then stood on one side.

Zhen Beiyu glanced at Ning Ting and said coldly: "Ning Ting, we have known who sent it to Qingyun Sect from the day you went up the mountain."

Ning Teng, who had already breathed a sigh of relief, became nervous again.

He hesitated for a moment and bowed to Zhen Beiyu and said, "When I say my master, my disciple is indeed a distant relative of Jae Shoudian. According to my seniority, I should call him "Uncle". However, after joining the sect, I regarded myself as a disciple in the sect and had never done anything that would harm the sect. This time, I came to the palace with my master and contacted the people there, and I learned that Jae Shoudian was from there."

"To be honest, Master Za Shoudian did contact me secretly, but he did not give any tasks. I think he wanted to win over me."

"However, I have told my master all about this, and I hope my master will investigate."

Anyway, Jia Nanfeng was dead, so he was not afraid of Zhen Beiyu asking.

Zhen Beiyu ignored Ning Ting, but walked to another person and stepped on the person's heart.

The man's body trembled, and he groaned, and there was no movement.

Ning Ting took a light breath of air conditioning, it seemed that these people really couldn't keep them.

"You can do the rest. Let me tell you, don't make any tricks with me. I will leave no useless people around me. If you do it well, I can give you a big surprise!"

"If you don't do well..."

Zhen Beiyu suddenly turned around and looked at Ning Teng.

Ning Teng couldn't help but shudder.

He had never seen such a terrifying look.

He didn't know how to describe this gaze, he only knew that such a gaze should not appear in people's eyes.

Without saying a word, Ning Ting set off to the side of Cheng Gaoyang, who had lost his breath, leaned over and pulled out a knife from his back.

In order to make Zhen Beiyu believe that he did not hold back, he planned to act more ruthlessly.

Zhen Beiyu had already set off and walked outward. When passing by his side, he said, "Go on the move faster, they are all a group of waste without internal energy. Do you still need to use a knife?"

Ning Ting had never heard of any poison that could dissolve human internal energy. After hearing Zhen Beiyu's words, he responded and quickly set off.

After each of the other people had a palm on their chests, Ning Ting walked out of the door and said to Zhen Beiyu who was standing outside the door: "Master, let me handle this place. If the king asks, I..."

"The King?"

Zhen Beiyu suddenly smiled, turned to look at Ning Teng and asked, "Do you want to be this king?"

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When the march was twenty miles away from Ziyang City, Fu Shou received Feng Yuan's military order and stopped.

The order was passed from Lu Yiping's army.

Although he has followed Feng Yuan for many years, Fu Shou still has no idea of ​​guessing Feng Yuan.

Just as he didn't understand why Feng Yuan suddenly went to Lu Yiping's army yesterday.

He asked his subordinates that it was indeed the ones that the Grand Marshal himself had passed by, and that Mr. Huo did not walk with him.

Fu Shou thought of a possibility that he could not sleep well overnight.

Fu Shou remembered what Feng Yuan said and the eyes that Feng Yuan looked at him.
To be continued...