The scene was silent.

Even Yelu Dihong, Shangguan Tianhe, and other calm and dignified old figures, would not have thought that Ning Chen would make such a move.

"Ahem."

A little farther away, Han Bing, who was struck by Ning Chen's palm and flew a few feet away, stared at him with a complicated expression.

Ning Zhixiao's stiff face finally twitched slightly.

However, this is also a brave person, even if he was caught by a knife in the neck, his face still did not change.

After a short period of psychological adjustment, the middle-aged man picked up a glass of wine in front of him and gestured to Ning Chen, "You and my uncle and nephew meet, shouldn't we have a drink?" ”

Ning Chen habitually flashed an evil smile.

With a flick of five fingers, this newly made war knife swung in a semi-circular arc around the void, and finally returned to the scabbard lightly.

Bai Qi and Chen Qingzhi stood behind Ning Chen, not moving at all.

"This wine, it must not taste good, right?" Ning Chen slowly lifted his right foot from the long table, looked left and right at the neat silver boots, and then took a step back and looked down at Ning Zhixiao condescendingly.

Ning Zhixiao did not look at Ning Chen again.

Squinting his eyes and taking a sip of wine, it is indeed not delicious.

It even has a bit of a bitter taste.

Think about it back then, what kind of scenery did he Ning Zhixiao have?

The power is in full swing.

Especially after the accident of Ninghetu, there are rumors in the northern territory that this great Ning royal family will become the bag of Ning Zhixiao in time.

At that time, Ning Zhixiao also felt that after removing the obstacle of Ning Hetu, he would take the position of the lord of the royal family, which was just around the corner.

It's a pity that the world is changing, and fate is impermanent.

This nephew of the same clan, who has not returned with a brilliant appearance, now even dares to put a knife on his neck.

Halfway through, Yelu Dihong, Shangguan Tianhe, a group of old kings with a certain prestige, remained silent throughout the whole process, and no one dared to stand up and say a word of justice.

Even the high-ranking members of the Huangfu royal family looked at their noses and noses, pretending not to see anything.

How humiliating?

Even if Ning Zhixiao pretended to be calm, the scene just now still made him, a royal family, feel a loss of face.

"Ning Hetu, no matter what, Mr. Ning Da is your own uncle, is it a bit disrespectful and unsympathetic to treat your own uncle like this?"

"You are a hegemon, such a simple truth, do you still need me to remind you?"

Han Bing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Ning Chen in silence, and finally opened his mouth to accuse.

After all, he is Ning Zhixiao's henchman, and if he doesn't make a certain attitude, it will be difficult to make a difference.

Thinking that there were so many people at the scene, Ning Chen might not dare to kill the killer, so he opened his mouth to scold.

However......

The two sentences before and after can be finished.

"Boom!"

A tall figure suddenly clenched his five fingers.

swept across the air, and actually carried Han Bing into the air.

While Han Bing was rising in a straight line, a cold light came out of the sheath again, and with a sonorous sound, it stuck to his throat bone on the spot.

"You ......"

Han Bing gasped, looking at it with a panicked and even fearful face, expressionless in front of him, firmly controlling his Bai Qi.

is the same as the Eight Heavenly Kings, and should have the same status.

However, Han Bing knew that among the Eight Heavenly Kings, Bai Qi had always been a super-first-class existence, and he was not comparable with the former at all, whether it was his skill, talent or leading ability.

Now that he is being held in the air by this god-killing figure, why not be afraid?

"If it is not within my people, its heart will be punished."

Ning Chen rubbed his hands and looked at Ning Zhixiao with a smile, "I'll kill this, you have no opinion, right?" ”

Ning Zhixiao was silent.

Yelu Dihong's right hand serving the wine couldn't help but tremble a little.

Shangguan Tianhe, who was pretending to be deaf, also changed slightly.

On the contrary, Murong Anlan was eating pastries by herself, completely looking happy to see the excitement.

"I've heard a lot of ridiculous remarks before this, why did you Ning Zhixiao make mistakes back then, but my Ning Hetu didn't die after all, so I should let go of my grievances and not blame the past."

"Haha, really the heart of the Holy Mother of this king? Good to talk to? ”

Ning Chen turned his head, raised his head, and stared at Han Bing with bright eyes, "Are you also going to say later, I, Ning Hetu, are not dead, so all grievances should be put aside." ”

"What's more, he is still my uncle, why should he kill each other with his relatives and oppose life and death?"

Han Bing, "......"

"Kill it."

Ning Chen shook his finger slightly tiredly and ordered.

Ning Zhixiao put the wine glass in front of his mouth, and he stagnated slightly.

However, he still didn't speak, just the depths of a pair of pupils, and there was anger that could not be concealed.

Publicly behead his own henchmen.

It's simply ......

Several high-ranking members of the Huangfu royal family finally couldn't sit still, after all, the big names from all sides were present, and this was their own territory, if they were silent throughout the whole process.

It is inevitable to be accused of being too weak.

Several high-ranking members of the Huangfu clan looked at each other, and one of them said lightly, "It is said that the king of the side by side is decisive in killing, and his style is iron-blooded, and it is really extraordinary when I see it today." ”

"But, this is my Huangfu royal family, and the king side by side should give us a little face, right? This majesty is enough, and then you can eat with harmony? ”

Decent way.

Knowing with reason, moving with emotion.

It is not difficult to hear that the royal family of Huangfu has become disgusted with Ning Chen's actions and actions.

It's just not easy to pursue it openly.

Dozens of eyes brushed towards Ning Chen again.

Ning Chen took a silk scarf from Chen Qingzhi's hand, and while slowly wiping his five fingers, he walked to his seat, looking indifferent throughout the whole process, as if he was smiling.

The slightly annoyed questioning of the royal family of Huangfu was also deaf.

Approaching the seat, with a wave of both hands, the royal robe danced, and the white python was in the air.

The one that spread its wings and swallowed mountains and rivers caused a lot of psychological impact on everyone at the scene.

There are only such a young man in the huge mountains and rivers who dare to wear a python robe in public, although it is a little less weight than the imperial robe.

But who knows, if he dares to wear a royal robe today, he will not dare to wear a royal robe in the future?

Although the Northern Dynasty has been built orthodox, the one in front of him is the king side by side, so the seat is also deliberately arranged to the main position, which is slightly higher than Shangguan Tianhe, Yelu Dihong, and even Ning Zhixiao.

The identity is there.

I have to pay attention.

At this point, the royal family of Huangfu also knows it.

"The patriarch of the emperor died unexpectedly, and this king deeply regrets this, and hopes that you will mourn and change." Ning Chen lightly raised a glass of wine, and under his hand, the wine splashed everywhere.

The crowd was silent.

After the parties signaled, they picked up a glass of wine and paid tribute to the deceased.

Huangfu Feiyue was also sitting in it, although there were several opportunities to meet Ning Chen's eyes, but in the end he deliberately avoided it.

At this time, there is no mortal enemy between them.

But, it's pretty much the same.

(End of chapter)