Yan Ning slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, why did I forget this!"

Yan Ning refined the Dayan jade plaque and signed a master-servant treaty with Long Xi. He is already the real master in the small world. Not to mention Han Zheng, even if Fan Wu is saved, he has to be a human being in this small world with his tail between his legs!

Yan Ning no longer hesitated and took out the light ball sealed by Han Zheng from the Sumeru Ring on the spot. Then he stroked his finger and the seal was unbuttoned instantly. At the same time, a sword light flew towards Yan Ning. Yan Ning hurriedly dodged sideways and found that the sword light was just a false move, and Han Zheng himself had already escaped!

"Oh? Sword-controlling skills!" Lao Yao said in surprise, "My little master, your opponent has an extraordinary origin. According to legend, only those who have entered the fairyland can fly in the air. Under this, if you want to fly, you can only use sword-controlling skills. Sword-controlling skills are the secret of an ancient sect ten thousand years ago. Your opponent can actually use sword-controlling skills. It seems that it is quite famous!"

Han Zheng stepped on the flying sword and flew away in a stream of light. The speed seemed to be faster than the plane. In the blink of an eye, he rushed out of the palace and disappeared into the horizon.

Han Zheng's voice came from the horizon: "Yan Ning! You are too careless. Pi Erniu can kill me, but you can't do it! Now that I have escaped, you are not far from your death period! When I go back to recuperate and have a rest, I will come back to take your dog's life!"

Yan Ning smiled helplessly, his body disappeared in vain, and the next moment he appeared behind Han Zheng who was flying, quietly flying on his flying sword.

Han Zheng was still immersed in the ecstasy of escaping and sneered: "Yan Ning, Yan Ning, you are still too young. Since you uncovered the seal without any defense, when I return to the Rebirth Tower, I will report to the Holy Lord that whether it is you or your Jianzhou tea house, it will soon become a scorched earth! Hey... where is this? Why is it so strange?"

“This is my little world.”

Yan Ning's voice sounded coldly in Han Zheng's ears. Han Zheng was so scared that he staggered, almost unable to stabilize his body, and fell from mid-air.

"You...how could you keep up with me?" Han Zheng seemed to see a ghost.

Yan Ning smiled and said, "You love flying very much, right? I'll take you flying flying!"

After Yan Ning finished speaking, he grabbed Han Zheng with one hand and threw him down the flying sword. Han Zheng lost the flying sword and was so scared that he was scattered.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let you die easily."

Yan Ning appeared behind Han Zheng again, grabbed one of Han Zheng's legs tightly, and made a 180-degree whirlpool. The two of them rushed into the sky like rockets!

"Three hundred and six bodies in the air!"

"Two straight bodies are circulating!"

"The dragon swings its tail!"

"Old tree packs the roots!"

Xiu Jiayun walked out of the Kung Fu Pavilion, looked at the two people jumping up and down in the sky, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with Master?"

"I guess I took too much medicine..." Huang Yuyan said disgusted.

After finally stopping, Han Zheng was in a bad state. He looked pale and his stomach kept rolling. He then sat on the ground and vomited.

"You...how can you fly..."

Yan Ning smiled but said nothing.

After finally vomiting completely, Han Zheng said viciously: "Yan Ning, if you let me out, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"You can try it." Yan Ning said indifferently.

Han Zheng laughed in anger: "Just because of you, you haven't underestimated me yet! Ten Thousand Sword Art!"

Han Zheng opened his arms, countless flying swords soared into the sky, flying towards Yan Ning. Yan Ning had no expression on his face, reached out to grab it, and shouted: "Come on!"

The flying swords in the sky suddenly stopped flying. Han Zheng was shocked to find that the connection between these flying swords and him was cut off in an instant. He could no longer control the flying swords. All of these flying swords flew towards Yan Ning and inserted straight into the grass in front of Yan Ning.

"This...how is this possible..." Han Zheng was so scared that he was even purple.

"Is it my attack?" Yan Ning smiled, and suddenly raised his hand, and the land under Han Zheng's feet suddenly trembled wildly. For a moment, the world was dim. Han Zheng raised his head and found that Yan Ning had moved a small hill not far away!

The hill soon came to Han Zheng's head and slowly landed, pressing on Han Zheng's shoulder. Han Zheng screamed in fear: "Stop! Stop!"

Yan Ning really stopped. Without hesitation, he sent the small hill back.

Han Zheng was already scared and dared not escape. He sat in the same place and kept shaking, and he was almost wet his pants.

Yan Ning squatted in front of Han Zheng and asked, "Are you convinced?"

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced!"

"Do you pretend to behave?"

"Don't pretend anymore! Don't pretend anymore!"

"This is almost the same!" Yan Ning nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "From now on, you will answer whatever I ask you."

Han Zheng's face changed: "I will never answer you about the Holy Lord!"

"Oh? It seems that you really want to taste the feeling of Mount Tai?" Yan Ning glanced at the hill not far away.

Although Han Zheng was afraid, he actually gritted his teeth and refused to say it. Yan Ning knew that it would be useless to threaten Han Zheng by death alone. Maybe this guy committed suicide on the spot, so he would have been in vain before.

Yan Ning was worried, and suddenly saw more than a hundred flying swords on the side. So he made up his mind and stood up with a wicked smile. He pulled out a flying sword and asked Han Zheng while playing with it: "Tell me where the holy land is."

Han Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better kill me!"

"It's so boring to kill you!" Yan Ning smiled and broke the flying sword in front of Han Zheng!

Click!

Yan Ning didn't expect that his strength was so great that even Han Zheng could easily break the flying sword that he regarded as a treasure, but this is the effect he wanted!

Han Zheng was stunned, and the fear in his eyes turned into anger: "You! You can kill me, don't touch my flying sword!"

Yan Ning was overjoyed. Han Zheng was indeed a guy who regarded swords as his life. It would be okay to kill him. If he had let him watch his flying sword break by Yan Ning, it would probably be even more sad than killing him.

"Do you say it?" Yan Ning extended his claws to another flying sword.

Han Zheng bit his lower lip, but he refused to speak. Yan Ning broke another handle, and Han Zheng was so aggrieved that he shed tears.

"What does a man cry like?!"

After Yan Ning finished speaking, he broke another handle.

Finally, when Yan Ning broke the fifth flying sword, Han Zheng couldn't help it: "You demon! You are even more evil than me!"

"Say or not!"
Chapter completed!