"Where did you come from? Why have you never seen me before? Let's talk with me after all!"

After Ma Younian finished speaking, he pulled Murong Ningyue to an uninhabited corner. At this time, Ma Younian was not drunk at all, and his eyes were flashing.

"Miss, do you know the old drunkard?"

Ma Younian seemed to have a little doubt about Murong Ningyue. Murong Ningyue took out the jade that the old drunkard had handed him to him. After taking the jade for a moment, Ma Younian said excitedly: "It's indeed Junior Brother Wang! Your name is Murong Ningyue, right? When did you come to the mortal world?"

Murong Ningyue immediately told Ma Younian about everything he had come to the mortal world. Ma Younian laughed and said, "Haha! It seems that Junior Brother Wang is too worried. Since you have already recognized Elder He from the Medicine Hall as your teacher and have established a relationship with Yuan Xiaotian, you don't need me to take care of you in this Tibetan Sword Sect."

Murong Ningyue didn't know what to say when she heard this. Although she knew that Ma Younian was indeed the truth, wouldn't Ma Younian be embarrassed if she told her?

Fortunately, Ma Younian was an open-minded person. He took a sip of wine and smiled at Murong Ningyue, "Okay, Miss Murong, I think you should not encounter any danger in the Tibetan Sword Sect, but if there is a place where my old Ma needs help, you don't have to be polite!"

Murong Ningyue nodded, then said goodbye to Ma Younian. No matter what, at least he completed the old drunkard's instructions, which was worthy of him.

Just when Murong Ningyue returned to the medicine hall, someone suddenly stopped Murong Ningyue. Murong Ningyue looked up and saw that the people who stopped him were some guys who looked quite old but frivolous.

The leader was wearing a robe and shouted at Murong Ningyue: "Are you Murong Ningyue? I heard you are very arrogant!"

Murong Ningyue didn't know the other party's background, and Murong Ningyue couldn't tell the cultivation of these people. It seemed that they were all immortals above the fourth grade.

Murong Ningyue didn't want to have any trouble, so she turned a blind eye to these people and was ready to take a detour away. Who knew that these guys saw Murong Ningyue avoiding her and blocked Murong Ningyue's retreat.

"Hmph! I thought it was an amazing character, but that's it. Just like that. Just kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, and we'll let you go!"

When Murong Ningyue heard this, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, anger rose from his heart, and a murderous aura rose from Murong Ningyue's body as if it were the essence.

Those who blocked the road were shocked. For some reason, they felt a deep threat on Murong Ningyue, who had only the second-level cultivation level.

The headed immortal was so harsh and weak on the outside, pretending to be tough and said, "Hmph! He actually had murderous aura? But he was just a second-grade immortal. Do you have this strength? You really don't know how high the world is!"

Murong Ningyue could no longer bear it. While sending a message to Yuan Xiaotian, she took the initiative to attack the guy in charge.

This time, Murong Ningyue did not use weapons, but directly smashed her fist at the other party. Only in this way can she vent her anger.

Seeing Murong Ningyue take the initiative, the robe immortal was immediately delighted. He could not fight privately in the Tibetan Sword Sect, especially the immortals with high cultivation level, who could not take the initiative to attack the immortals with low cultivation level, otherwise they would be severely punished by the Zhengtang.
Chapter completed!