Zhao Meng's eyes widened, and he felt that at this moment, his breathing became heavy.

On the other hand, the son of the Zhou family, who was drinking Zhao Meng, also wiped away the wisps of cold sweat oozing from his forehead with palpitations, glanced slightly, and saw the Tie Pear Flower people lying on the ground not far away, and couldn't help but gasp again.

The man with the gun just now collided with him, and he actually made as many as thirty or fifty young adults lie on the ground for a long time and can't get up, what kind of skill and what kind of divine power can this step be?

And this unparalleled fierce general recognized on the scene is now kneeling on one knee in front of Ning Chen so respectfully, and that surrendering attitude and natural posture are obviously not the first time.

Ning Chen calmly let the man kneel in front of him, his expression was calm, there was no wind or waves.

"Young marshal, I haven't seen you for many years, but you're finally back."

Chen Qingzhi raised his head, his tone was excited, his eyes were full of tears, this man who was once iron-clad moistened his eyes from the first moment he saw Ning Chen.

Three years.

Three years.

The young marshal who swore to follow loyally back then came back alive.

Why is he not excited, why is he not happy?

"My subordinate generals of Ninghetu have always shed blood without tears, and they hold back."

Ning Chen's eyebrows drooped, and he opened his mouth to remind, but his tone was very soft, and looking at his attitude, he couldn't bear to blame Chen Qingzhi too much.

"I heard it, hold it back." Chen Qingzhi took a deep breath, forcibly controlled his emotions, put down the war gun in his hand, and then respectfully untied the cloth bag.

At the same time, Hua Rong approached Ning Chen, also kneeling on one knee.

All over the world, Chen Qingzhi and Hua Rong, the two of the eight heavenly kings of the Ning family, can stand on their knees at the same time, except for the sixth prince of the Ning family, Ning Jian, who is strategizing and covering the sky with one hand, there is only the young young marshal in front of him.

"My two brothers, thousands of miles away, traveled a long way, just to invite this sword for the young marshal." Chen Qingzhi said affectionately.

I don't know when, this open-air tea house near the Xiangjiang River, more and more uninvited guests have appeared one after another.

Everyone is strong and young.

The members of Zhao Meng, as well as the entourage brought by Zhou Wenren, compared with these teams, not only is the overall morale not at the same level at all, but the other party's sharp momentum is even rarer.

It seems that each of them is a fierce fighter who is not afraid of death with one enemy and ten.

The white-clothed guards of the Ning family, or the elite soldiers of his descendants of Ning Hetu, learned that the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow was present today, so naturally all the members appeared, and they did not dare to be absent.

After all, the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow represents not only a peerless sword with the title of the first in the world, but also a symbol of power, and it is also Ning Chen's identity certification as the young marshal of the Ning family.

The sword shall not be left without an owner for a day.

Handsome can't not go back to his place for a day.

Now, the young marshal has returned, and the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow, as a symbol of power, will naturally be handed over to Ning Chen, and similarly, once Ning Chen takes over this sword again, it will also indicate the return of iron and blood, and promise to re-lead the generals who once swore to follow him.

The stakes are very high, and it is reasonable for all the white-clothed guards to move.

"White horse silver spear Chen Qingzhi, please hold the sword!"

Chen Qingzhi held up the big cool dragon bird with both hands, handed it high, and sent it to Ning Chen.

"Xiao Li Guanghuarong, please take the sword!"

Hua Rong knelt on one knee, clenched his hands into fists, and said in a deep tone, including anticipation.

"Shen Jianjun, the head of the white-clothed guard, please hold the sword!"

"White-clothed guard Song Que, please hold the sword of the young marshal!"

Shen Jianjun and Song Que stood side by side, knelt on one knee in turn, and pleaded loudly.

"One hundred and eight single generals of the white-clothed guards, please hold the sword of the young marshal!"

In the third row, one hundred and eight iron-clad hot-blooded young men are different from Chen Qingzhi and Hua Rong, who are the second of the Eight Heavenly Kings, and they are also different from the sect leaders Shen Jianjun and Song Que.

They fell to their knees and put their hands on the ground.

This is done to distinguish the identity gap between himself and the four people in front of him, and to express his heartfelt desire to follow him to the death.

The white-clothed guards do not kneel to the sky, they do not kneel to the ground, and they only kneel to Marshal Ninghe Tuning.

Finally, the whole scene, the collective owner's loud petition, every word is beautiful, sonorous and powerful, "The old department of the young marshal in the past, the same begging for the young marshal to hold the sword, and the same asking for the young marshal to return with iron and blood!" ”

"This ......"

Zhao Meng had never seen such a magnificent picture in his life, and the young man had been staring at the peerless sword with a scabbard like snow all the time, and he didn't say a word halfway, not even a superfluous expression.

But the more calm the action, the more frightening it is.

Especially when these people knelt down in unison, Zhao Meng even clearly felt that the atmosphere at the scene had become extremely solemn.

In the end, forced by the momentum, the No. 3 person of Tie Lihua, who was not among the generals of Ning Chen's department, shrank his head, his legs were weak, and he knelt down on the spot.

There is not enough energy to spare.

He really didn't have the courage to continue standing.

"Hiss."

"This ......"

Zhao Meng's kneeling was equivalent to completely destroying the confidence of the members behind him to forcibly support, and after the uproar, no one dared to stand, and they all knelt on the ground obediently.

Zhou Wenren on the other side naturally noticed Zhao Meng's strange appearance, but he never imagined that this young and strong man who had absolute power in Tie Lihua would also kneel down.

"Hiss."

Zhou Wenren took a deep breath and quickly realized that the reason why Ning Chen was slow to move was to deter irrelevant people other than the white-clothed guards.

Die or kneel!

"Feng Tian...... Zhou Wenren of the Zhou family, knock to see the young marshal. ”

For a long time, this pampered and high-ranking young rich young man in Fengtian City, even if he was unwilling, he couldn't continue to persevere.

Outside the South Beauty Teahouse, countless people watched the scene in the open air with dumbfounded eyes, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time, the members of Tie Pear Blossom knelt, and the number three person of Tie Pear Blossom knelt.

Even the eldest and youngest of the Zhou family knelt down.

And the only one standing on the scene was Ning Chen.

Naturally, all eyes were focused, they wanted to see this face clearly, and they wanted to know what kind of character this was, and it had such great influence and deterrence.

"Young marshal, the dragons must not be without a leader, please hold the sword!" Chen Qingzhi raised his hands again, imploring Ning Chen to hold his sword.

Ning Chen's bright and deep eyes are full of all kinds of complex emotions, including remembrance, sentimentality, joy after reunion, and tribute to the past eventful years.

"Big cool dragon sparrow, long time no see."

After a long time, Ning Chen let out a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to stroke the big cool dragon sparrow with the scabbard like snow, inch by inch, wisps of brushing, moving slowly, as if reminiscing about the scene when he fought with this sword in all directions.

"I'm Ninghetu, I'm back again."

In an instant, Ning Chen's five fingers were stretched out, holding the sword in one hand, and then his thumb was raised lightly, pushing towards the hilt of the sword.

The sword is out of one inch three.

Suddenly, a clanging sound, like a dragon sparrow groaning, filled the audience.