Yuan Qingming has never been so angry. Even in Laoshan, although he and Da Zhenren are incompatible now, Da Zhenren has never insulted himself like Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya!

Yuan Qingming immediately raised the golden crow sword and wanted to attack Zhuang Xiaoya, but the next moment, two figures appeared in front of him, which were Zhuge Haoyue and Yan Ning!

Yan Ning looked at Yuan Qingming with a warning look, with no fear in his eyes, and Zhuge Haoyue was ready to open the folding fan in his hand at any time.

"Elder Qingming, I don't care what's going on in Laoshan, but now it's in the Tang Sect, and the Tang Sect has the rules of the Tang Sect!"

Yuan Qingming ignored the rules of the Tang Sect repeatedly, and Tang Yunyin was already a little angry and his voice became majestic.

Tang Yunyin had always been in front of Yan Ning with a kind look of kindness. Even if Yan Ning deliberately embarrassed Jiang Yunhe, Tang Yunyin still smiled and looked at each other.

But now when he was speaking, his majesty was not allowed to resist at all. This is the momentum that the superiors should have!

Tang Yunyin's ability to lead the Tang Sect to keep up with the pace of the times and develop the Tang Sect to its current prosperity is not unrelated to his momentum.

Zhuge Haoyue also said: "Besides, Xiaoya is right, Yuan Qingming, you are so old, can you stand up to attack the two younger generations?"

"Hmph!" Yuan Qingming put down the golden crow sword, his eyes looked like a knife, and he shaved hard on Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya. Then a trace of darkness flashed in his eyes, and the plan came to his heart.

"What the Lord of Haoyue said is, I'm reckless," Yuan Qingming said slowly, "but Yan Ning and the others verbally insulted me repeatedly, and I want to deal with them and ignore the losses."

"We are just telling the truth." Yan Ning smiled faintly.

Tang Yunyin also knew that if he continued to protect Yan Ning and the others, it would definitely cause dissatisfaction among other sects participating in the auction, and might even affect the reputation of the Tang sect. So he wanted to give Yuan Qingming a step, otherwise it would be embarrassing both sides today.

Tang Yunyin asked, "How does Elder Qingming want to solve it?"

"Haha," Yuan Qingming sneered, "Since you said I bully the young and didn't let me take action, can I choose a junior and fight Yan Ning?"

Zhuge Haoyue put away the folding fan: "Reasonable."

Tang Yunyin looked at Yan Ning: "What do you think?"

Yan Ning nodded: "I have no objection, just pretend that it is to get up in the morning to exercise my muscles and bones, but..."

Yuan Qingming stared at Yan Ning, thinking that Yan Ning had any other bad thoughts.

"However, it's so boring just to move your muscles and bones. We need to have some luck." Yan Ning grinned.

"Caitou?" Yuan Qingming said disdainfully, "Okay, what do you want to bet? As long as you dare to speak, I, Yuan Qingming, will be with you unconditionally!"

"You play so big?" Yan Ning showed a playful expression and thought to himself: Old guy, you will lose all your money when you play so big!

Yuan Qingming said, "I'm afraid you won't dare to gamble!"

"Okay! Since Elder Qingming has said this, I'll bet - your golden crow sword!" Yan Ning stretched out his finger and pointed at Yuan Qingming's bright red golden crow sword in his hand and said.

"What, what?!" Yuan Yong, the little Taoist boy standing behind Yuan Qingming, was shocked. He knew the value of this golden crow sword, but he didn't expect Yan Ning would use the golden crow sword to bet.

What surprised him even more was that Yuan Qingming nodded and agreed: "Okay, just bet on my Golden Crow Sword! If you win my man, I will present this sword with both hands! But if you lose... what magic weapon can you compare to the Golden Crow Sword?"

"Magic weapon?"

Yan Ning thought about it and found the Mingpo Sword from the Sumeru Ring: "This is the Mingpo Sword. The Tang Sword used by Su Wu back then had five hundred resentful spirits inside. The strongest one was the level of the Ghost King. If you learn Mingpo's mind method, you can summon freely and let the resentful spirits help you fight!"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Yuan Qingming, but also Tang Yunyin and the others were shocked.

Everyone knows that in addition to the Wumen Golden Needle, Yan Ning most often uses the Mingpo Sword. Many people do not know the origin of this slender and weird Tang sword. Now that Yan Ning said it, everyone realized that this unpretentious Mingpo Sword is such a powerful magic weapon!

The value of those five hundred grudges alone is definitely above the Golden Crow Sword!

Yuan Qingming's mouth was so smiled that his mouth was about to break its ears. In his eyes, there was no difference between this Ming Breaking Sword and a gift from him for free!

Yan Ning, Yan Ning, you are still too young!

Zhuang Xiaoya and Mo Yuchen didn't say anything. They believed in Yan Ning and believed that Yan Ning would not just joke with the vengeful spirits, because Zhuang Xiaoya knew that Yan Ning had long regarded the vengeful spirits as his friends.

Therefore, Yan Ning must be very sure that he will use the Ming Breaking Sword as the lottery head.

Tang Yunyin asked Yan Ning in a low voice with some concern: "Have you thought about it? Your Nether Breaking Sword is worth a lot, far more than the value of the Golden Crow Sword! If you really don't have the equivalent weapon, I, Tang Sect, can lend you one first!"

"Thank you for Uncle Tang's kindness. I have my own sense of responsibility. Believe me." Yan Ning shook his head, smiled, thinking that he hadn't taken out the Kunwu sword yet, otherwise, the old guy Yuan Qingming would have fainted from happiness?

Seeing Yan Ning's confidence, Tang Yunyin had to shake his head and sigh, thinking about a solution in his heart. If Yan Ning really lost, how much money should he spend to buy the Ming Blade sword back from Yuan Qingming.

Zhuge Haoyue didn't say a word from beginning to end. He just looked at Yan Ning and guessed how strong Yan Ning was. He was looking forward to it.

"A gentleman's words are as good as hell. Yan Ning, don't you want to regret it?" Yuan Qingming saw Tang Yunyin talking to Yan Ning, worried that Yan Ning would regret it, so he quickly said a trick to provoke him.

Yan Ning turned around and said confidently: "A gentleman's word is as good as a horse. I, Yan Ning, will not regret it. I hope Elder Qingming will not regret it then!"

"Okay, since that's the case..." Yuan Qingming glanced at the gloomy man behind him and said, "Li Shaobing, come and meet him!"

Tang Wenlin's face changed: "Li Shaobing? Yan Ning, don't fight with him. Before the gambling game began, there is still room for regret!"

Tang Yunyin's face was not very good either: "Elder Qingming, we just agreed to let the junior fight with the junior, why did you let Li Shaobing take action?"

"I did not violate the rules. According to the seniority of the master, Li Shaobing and Yan Ning were the same, but they only practiced for a few more years than him." Yuan Qingming said with a smile.

The reason why he dared to bet with Yan Ning was because he had Li Shaobing in his hands!

Li Shaobing looks like he is only in his twenties, but in fact he is already fifty years old!

At the age of fifty, it may be considered old age among ordinary people, but in Taoism, it should be the strongest period!
Chapter completed!