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"Ancestor Feixian..."

"King Ning, you can just call me Li Musheng."

Ancestor Feixian smiled bitterly and bowed in front of Ning Xuan.

It seemed that Su Xingshan, who had just died, was just an illusion.

In fact, it was the same.

In front of a Saintly King, let alone a genius who has not yet grown up.

Even if there are ten or a hundred people!

It is just insignificant and insignificant.

Life is like a lamp going out, nothing.

"Daoyou Li."

Ning Xuan nodded lightly.

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Don't dare..."

Ancestor Feixian smiled bitterly.

"King, just tell me if you have something to say, and say whether you will help or not."

"Okay."

Ning Xuan was not polite.

"I want you to announce in public that you will accept Su Xingshan as your personal disciple, and pass the position of Feixian Sect Master to Su Xingshan in two years."

"At the same time, use Ning Qingyun's incident to discredit my Ningcheng."

"This..."

The Feixian Patriarch's heart jumped.

He was almost frightened by Ning Xuan's words.

But after all, he was the ancestor of a sect, and he soon understood Ning Xuan's intention.

The Feixian Patriarch smiled bitterly.

He nodded repeatedly.

"Domain King wants to use this to temper and inspire the younger generation? Since the Domain King has ordered, I will listen to it."

"Well, let's go."

Ning Xuan nodded.

His figure flashed.

"I'll see you off."

The Feixian Patriarch greeted and saw him off.

The Feixian Sect is not weak.

Located in the center of the Twelve Spiritual Domains.

The Feixian Patriarch is even more powerful, surpassing at least half of the Domain Kings!

But he was so respectful to Ning Xuan, and the reason was very simple.

Ning Xuan had a point.

Emperor Soldier!

That was the biggest point!

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"Have you heard? Young Master Ning was abandoned..."

"It is said that he was expelled from the Feixian Sect for stealing."

"But Su Xingshan was not only accepted as a direct disciple by the Feixian Patriarch, but also became the leader of the sect in two years."

"It is really sad that the former number one genius ended up like this."

"Alas, Lord Yu Wang has lost all his face..."

Ning Cheng.

Whispers spread into the mansion.

Ning Qingyun was lying on the bed!

Covering his ears in pain!

"Don't say anymore!"

The tears had already dried up.

But the heart still hurt like a knife!

A useless person!

He became a useless person!

And the despicable Su Xingshan was accepted as a disciple of the Patriarch!

He will be in charge of Feixian Sect in two years! !

"Oh my God, why do you do this to me!"

Ning Qingyun looked up to the sky and cried!

He should be the first genius in Ningcheng!

He should be the peerless genius, the most dazzling existence!

Instead of being like this now!

Becoming a useless person lying in bed!

It's okay if I am insulted.

But the Ning family can't!

My father can't!

Ning Qingyun's eyes were red again.

In addition to numbness, my heart was confused.

He thought of his best brother, who betrayed him.

Is growing up always so painful?

His father came to see him.

But he didn't dare to look at his father.

He just lay in bed pretending to sleep.

He didn't have the face to see his father.

"I might as well just die..."

Ning Qingyun was completely desperate.

He smiled miserably.

Pah!

He slapped himself hard again!

He thought of Su Xingshan!

He will surely thrive in Feixian Sect and shine brilliantly!

How could he!

How could he die like this!

His five fingers sank deeply into his palms again, and Ning Qingyun's pale face was filled with a deep silence.

Revenge!

Must be, revenge!

"Master, the Domain King asked you to go to the hall."

A servant outside the door reported.

"Got it."

Ning Qingyun stood up expressionlessly.

The young man who used to be rebellious and confident was so deadly at this moment.

As if he had completely changed.

...

...

Ning Mansion Living Room.

"Domain King."

"Lord Domain King."

"Domain King, are you well."

Three middle-aged men with extraordinary demeanor were waiting respectfully.

If there were outsiders here, they would definitely drop their jaws!

Because these three people were the masters of the three most powerful families in Ningcheng!

However, at this moment, the three famous family heads were as reserved as children!

"Sit down."

Ning Xuan nodded lightly.

In fact, in addition to these three people, Ningcheng's city lord Luoyang was also beside them.

And the purpose of Ning Xuan asking a few people to come here today was also very simple.

That was for Ning Qingyun!

"Yes, Lord Yu."

"Thank you, Lord Yu."

"Yeah."

The three people didn't dare to refuse after hearing Ning Xuan's order.

They sat down honestly.

If the descendants of their clan saw this, they would be shocked by this scene!

Even if they sat down, the three of them only sat halfway in their seats.

But no one would laugh at them!

Just because...Facing the Ning Xuan Domain King!

"Everyone, I want you to do something."

Without waiting for a response from them.

Ning Xuan thought:

"Luoyang, you go and make preparations. Ningcheng will hold a martial arts competition in a year, and let all the geniuses in the entire Black Spiritual Domain come to participate."

"The winner of this martial arts competition will be rewarded."

"Yes, Domain King, I will arrange it immediately."

Luoyang, dressed in a purple robe, nodded respectfully.

Although they don't know the reason for this kind of martial arts competition, they will do their best to do it since the Domain King has ordered it.

"Very good."

Ning Xuan smiled with satisfaction.

He looked at the three heads of the family.

"Bai Family, Lin Family, Xiao Family, you should also participate this time. The location is in Ningcheng."

"Yes, Domain King!"

"Okay, Domain King!"

"Well, I understand."

The three nodded repeatedly.

But for such a small matter, wouldn't it be fine if the Domain King just ordered it casually?

Why did they call all of them here?

Not only the three heads of the family were confused.

City Lord Luoyang was the same.

Ning Xuan was the sky of the Black Spirit Realm, the king of the Black Spirit Realm!

His words were the rules of the Black Spirit Realm!

A mere Tianjiao Wushu Competition was a trivial matter to Ning Xuan.

I don't know why he took it so seriously, and he even ordered to discuss it in person...

"Here I come."

At this time, Ning Xuan's ears moved.

He heard Ning Qingyun's footsteps.

Ning Xuan tasted the tea.

The smile on his face became even bigger.

Since simple preaching could not change the minds of the younger generation.

Then obviously, he had a better idea.

Ning Xuan's eyes flashed.

The so-called Su Xingshan took charge of Feixian Sect in two years just to give Ning Qingyun a goal.

As for Tianjiao Wushu Competition.

That's even more so.

This kid is now a useless person, and he needs to be given a little more confidence.

The Tianjiao Martial Competition was prepared for him.

As for the broken spiritual orifice?

Haha, for a dignified king of a domain, is it a big deal to want to repair it?

Different people face different difficulties, and the difficulty is also very different.

Just like for a child, a hundred years of silver, that is completely a fantasy!

And for a wealthy businessman, what does it matter?

There has never been any desperate situation in the world.

It's just that the perspective is different.

Thinking of this.

Ning Xuan looked at the three family heads.

"My son will be here soon."

"You pretended to propose to hold a Tianjiao Martial Competition, and mocked me severely, and scolded me in a weird way that there is no successor."

"This..."

"What..."

"Domain King, no!"

The three family heads were shocked!

Their faces turned pale and they subconsciously knelt down.

But under Ning Xuan's breath, they couldn't move.

"Okay, okay, don't kneel down so easily. Don't show any flaws. Don't let it show."

"Luoyang, you should know what to do, right?"

Ning Xuan waved his hand casually.

"Domain King..."

Luoyang smiled bitterly.

Just then.

Crack!

Footsteps were heard.

A 17-year-old boy slowly walked to the front of the living room.

Who else could it be except Ning Qingyun?