Outside Qingfeng City, hundreds of meters away.

No one would have thought that Ning Chen and the young master of Qiushui Sword Valley would go hand in hand, no sooner or later, and two carriages would appear outside Qingfeng City almost at the same time.

It's just that compared to Ning Chen's usual low-key behavior.

This young master of Sword Valley can be said to be a teacher who mobilizes the crowd and makes a big fanfare.

Not only did he sit in a huge carriage with a luxurious cost, but the surrounding entourage was densely packed with a large group.

There were guards in front of them, and guards followed.

With such a scale, it is similar to the ancient prince's patrol.

And, in addition to the groom, Ning Chen only had one Song Que who followed closely, not to mention that Song Que sent the killing order in advance, and he was not by his side at the moment.

As the saying goes, there is contrast, there is contrast.

The most luxurious carriage in the center did not subconsciously speed up, but just went hand in hand with Ning Chen.

Because the carriage was too tall, leaning next to Ning Chen, it was firmly in the ascendancy, and in the carriage, a handsome young man was hugging several women, drinking and having fun.

Occasionally, he would raise his eyebrows and look at Ning Chen in the downwind position condescendingly.

This is none other than Qiu Yan, that is, the young master of Qiushui Sword Valley.

His father is the head of Qiushui Sword Valley, with a high and powerful position, and by the shade of his father, Qiu Yan has attracted much attention since he was a child, plus he has good qualifications and outstanding appearance.

It can be called the leader of the younger generation.

Some of the older generations who have already become famous, sometimes when they see the autumn death, they also have to respectfully respect the young master of autumn.

Perhaps feeling the scorching gaze of Qiu Yan, Ning Chen instinctively raised his head and glanced back, sitting on Qiu Yan.

"Huh."

Qiu Nunu mouthed, poured another glass of wine into his stomach, and then shook the wine glass in his hand towards Ning Chen below, with a teasing expression.

Beside him, two women dressed in bewitching clothes also saw Ning Chen below.

One of them turned around, leaned on the edge of the carriage, turned his back to Qiu Yan and smiled, "A poor man is a poor man, what kind of broken car are you sitting in?" How dare you go hand in hand with Young Master Qiu? ”

"It doesn't matter." Qiu Yan laughed and said, "This young master has always been broad-minded, so let him follow." ”

He shook the wine glass in his hand again, signaling to Ning Chen.

Ning Chen turned his head to the side of Qiu Yan and the others, and his gaze turned to Qingfeng City, which was about to be close at hand.

This action immediately made the woman who spoke before dissatisfied, "Hey? My young master is so broad-minded, let you go with us, don't you even say thank you? ”

Another woman, seeing the excitement, added a sentence, "How can this kind of countryman who has never seen the world understand this?" ”

"Right? Autumn young master. ”

Pretended to be soft and drilled into the chest of Qiu Yan, and said in a delicate tone.

"Aru, don't embarrass others, after all, I haven't seen much of the world." Qiu Yan sounded like he was excusing Ning Chen, but in fact, the mockery was very obvious.

Sure enough, the surrounding teams burst into laughter.

The woman named Aru didn't seem to be happy, she looked at Ning Chen several times on the side, and then said with a hippie smile, "I see this guy, not only has he never seen the world, maybe he is a little stupid?" ”

"You see, so many people laughed at him at the scene, but he didn't react at all."

"Maybe I was impressed by the young master's divine might and didn't dare to speak, right?" Another woman, squinting her eyes, said.

There was another burst of laughter.

Qiu Yan was in a good mood, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious.

However, after the ridicule, there were still some people at the scene who paid more attention to Ning Chen.

After all, this young man who doesn't seem to have much pomp and circumstance.

Whether it is appearance or temperament, it gives people a very deep impression, and even to some extent, compared with the autumn death, it is even better.

In fact, the most obvious feeling at this point was that Aru who looked at Ning Chen up close.

But, what is the identity of the autumn martyr?

The young master of the dignified Qiushui Sword Valley, since he was born, is destined to be high.

Even if the young man in front of him is extraordinary, when it comes to identity, he is not as good as a finger of Qiu Di.

"Cut, it's just a good skin, and in the final analysis, I haven't seen any little people in the world."

The woman, named Aru, laughed twice, turned her body, and continued to please her young master Qiu.

At this time, at the gate of Qingfeng City, a group of people were waiting in a pile.

Especially the personal appearance of Li Xiaofeng, everyone became more and more looking forward to the upcoming young master of the Autumn Death.

"I heard that this young young master, his personal fame, can be compared to the young marshal Ning Hetu of the Ning royal family, and he can be regarded as one of the most popular figures."

"Ning Hetu is now difficult to protect himself, what can he compare with Qiu Di? Hehe. ”

No one has arrived yet.

All kinds of whiskers and horses are endless.

Compared with the discussion on the scene, Li Xiaofeng's mood was quite irritable.

The appearance of that stop killing order has more or less affected the mentality, after all, who accepts and who dies is not a joke.

Now, his old Longshan has received a cease-and-desist order from Ning Hetu's hand.

The survival of the sect suddenly became precarious.

If there was no Qingwu Sage in charge, I am afraid that the current strong howling wind would have been scared a long time ago.

How can you still be in the mood to appear at the city gate in person, waiting for the arrival of the young lord of the autumn martyrdom?

"Father, the man has arrived."

Li Que, who had been standing beside him, bumped his father with his shoulder and reminded in a low voice.

At the gate of Qingfeng City, carriages and hundreds of followers surrounded a young man and appeared not far away.

In an instant, the whole city was in a sensation.

"This is the Young Master of the Autumn Fall? Sure enough, the reputation is well deserved, and the temperament is really extraordinary. ”

"Haha, the young master of the world's No. 1 Sword Gate, he must be Xuanyu, and it is difficult to find in the world, there are too many noble ones than Naning Hetu."

Accompanied by the discussion of the people on the scene.

Li Xiaofeng took his son and dozens of family members to the autumn death respectfully.

"Young Lord Qiu came to Qingfeng City, the old man is really flattered." Li Xiaofeng adjusted his face, arched his fists with both hands, and first greeted Qiu Yan politely.

Then, move on.

But, walk and walk.

This veteran figure with a good status in Qingfeng City suddenly weakened his heels, and he almost knelt on his knees in front of everyone.

If it weren't for his son's quick eyes, he might be embarrassed.

"Haha, the master of the Li Sect asked for peace, but it really scared Qiu Mou a big jump."

Qiu Yan thought that Li Xiaofeng was shocked by his fame, and accidentally lost his manners.

Actually, the real reason is not so.

When the roaring wind raised its head again and fell to a certain location, his whole face became pale.

At the same time, I gasped and felt uneasy.

Such a scene, not only was the autumn death confused, but the countless passers-by on both sides were also incredible.

What's going on?

(End of chapter)