v8 Chapter 20： Still the front dust

"Do he like forgiveness so much?"

Deep in the courtyard of the Xia family, there is a lotus pond. In front of the lotus pond, stood a man in a green shirt.

This Qing shirt man has obviously lived in this Nanquan town for a long time. Even his speech has brought the accents of Nanquan towns. However, his dressing is no different from Changling people.

To be exact, the clothes on his body, with some accessories, including the cloth straps tied with hair, are the styles of Changling more than ten years ago.

His face also has the distinctive features of Changling people. His face is square and his posture is as tall as a sword. His shoulders are wide and his skin color is somewhat yellowish. &p⌒↗⌒↗⌒↗,★.♂≮.≮;

However, his breath is very different from the ordinary Changling practitioners.

When he spoke quietly, the lotuses in front of him were quietly withered, and some fresh air became a faint cyan airflow, which eventually turned into a pale black coldness and merged into his palm.

This practice of quietly engulfing the vitality of life, even in the Daqi Dynasty, was considered by many practitioners to be evil.

The most influential practice of this practice is Shouyuan.

In the simplest case, forcibly plundering too much of the temperament, it is easy to die earlier than others.

"Since he returned to the world with Bashan swordfield in this way, since he likes to be so open, I will see him publicly."

The man who seems to have locked himself in the time of more than a decade ago slowly turned around and looked at the people who had been unable to withstand the pressure of several Xiajiamen valves. He said faintly: "Give me meet him."

This sentence is a relief for the Xia family.

A carriage quickly arrived in front of the man in the green shirt.

The inside of the carriage is very delicate and beautiful, but the appearance is very shabby.

The green shirt man knows why the Xiajia people want to do this.

Because Ding Ning took a very ordinary carriage to the town of Nanquan, now that his identity has no objection, then since he met with him, Xia Jia did not even dare to appear to be more than Ding Ning's carriage.

Xia Jia has long since surrendered and has long been unable to withstand the pressure.

The man in the green shirt did not care, but when he closed his eyes slightly in the carriage, the corner of his mouth showed some irony.

Going around and getting caught up in the entanglement seems to be the same group of people that year.

In the final analysis, the battles of those people continued in the past.

The next moment, his face showed a trace of grief and anger, but then quickly disappeared and became indifferent.

On the road where the carriage wheel was crushed, the blue grass quickly turned yellow, and the first thing that turned into cyan and turned black was wrapped around the wheel of the carriage.

The blackness on the wheel of the carriage did not start at first, and slowly became as if there were countless black vines growing.

In the gutters on both sides of the road, bubbles are constantly coming out.

No matter how cold and calm the face of the man in the carriage is, the natural reaction of these elements is unable to hide the incomparable emotions in his heart.

Looking at these amazing appearances, all the practitioners gathered in the towns of Nanquan are enough to determine the power of the practitioners in the carriage, but they cannot guess the identity of this person.

Is this a practitioner of the Great Qi Dynasty?

How can such a practitioner hide in the Xia family, and why should he stand firmly opposite the Bashan sword field?

The most important thing is that the breath that he showed does not seem to succumb to Ding Ning.

"Resentment is more difficult than I thought, because I owe him. You don't have to come out."

When looking at the carriage from Xia Jia, Ding Ning's face became very heavy. He went out alone to Xinzhuang and walked to the outermost bridge to meet the carriage.

The Xiajia driving practitioner saw the moment when Ding Ning appeared on the bridge, and it was very natural. He wanted to stop the carriage far away.

However, at the moment when his hands had just been forced, he had already resisted by a chilly force and flew out of the carriage and landed behind the carriage.

A rush of breathing sounded.

The carriage did not slow down, and it rushed under the bridge. Even when many people thought that the carriage was going to hit Ding Ning on the bridge, the carriage stopped.

Ding Ning's face has not changed, he is very solemn and slightly squatting, and he has a bow to the unmanned carriage.

The people who saw this picture all around were silent and shocked.

What kind of character is it that he can be the first to salute?

"It seems that you have guessed who I am."

The voice of the man in the green shirt sounded up. He appeared in the front of the car, but he did not get off the bus. For example, before Ding Ning looked at Li Yuyue, he looked at Ding Ning.

The voice of his voice was very calm, but when the sound came out, the black air wrapped around the wheel of the carriage was like the horrified bats flying around the sky.

"You should be a big disciple of Shang Daren, Wen Guanyue." Ding Ning took a deep breath and replied.

The man in the green shirt did not deny that he looked at Ding Ning and said: "You can forgive others, but who will forgive you? You are still alive, but my teacher is dead, he has no way to forgive you."

After a pause, he continued with a word: "I don't forgive you. Even if you kill me today, killing is a reason. If you think there is a reason, you will kill me."

The man’s voice was like a thunder blasting in the minds of everyone around him.

In the past, the Bashan sword field promoted the reform, and the first thing that relied on it was the merchant.

However, in order to weigh, the merchants have become victims. For the practitioners of Changling, they may also know that the merchants have also kept an orphan. For the outside practitioners, the merchants are completely destroyed and no one is there. Stay.

"You can live, very good."

Ding Ning looked at Wen Guanyue’s eyes and said quietly: "I thought you were dead. I didn't expect you to escape. I learned that the news was too late. When I came back, I could only rescue her alone."

"Even if there is only one person left, you still have a person, but do you think it is your credit? If it wasn’t for my sister, she would pretend that she would lead a lot of killers, if not for me. Friends are dead, can you have time and opportunity to keep her?"

Wen Guanyue laughed loudly. "Don't forget, you personally asked my teacher to help you, but did you complete your commitment to my teacher? I don't owe you and your Bashan swordfield, only you and Bashan sword. The field owes us a business. So I won't forgive you."

"Don't tell me that you have tried your best. The end result is that my teacher and my friends died because of you, but you are still alive."

"Don't tell me that the enemy is such a stupid thing as Yuan Wu and Zheng S sleeve. If you don't have it... Yuan Wu and Zheng Shou can't sit in that position."