Chapter three hundred and ninety-ninth hit the small to the old
The Yue family responded quickly. When Ning Chen was brushing up on books in the library the next afternoon, he received a call from Zhou Yihong, "Mr. Ning, I heard that you had some minor conflicts with the Yue family in Beidu?
Today, Yue Xinglin from the Yue family arrived in Xiamen City and asked to see you by name. I have arranged a private room at the Longruide Hotel. Do you want to see me tonight?"
"I will be there on time." Ning Chen said calmly, ignoring Zhou Yihong's somewhat gloating tone and hung up the phone.
The Yue family arrived faster than expected. Ning Chen dialed Zhou Mengyao's number again, "Mengyao, the Yue family didn't give you any trouble, right?"
"No, but grandpa just called me and invited my unfounded master to a banquet at the Longruide Hotel tonight. He said that the host was Yue Xinglin." Zhou Mengyao replied on the phone.
"Come to me, let's go to the banquet together tonight," Ning Chen said.
"good!"
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"Did you know that Ning Chen is a Qi practitioner before?"
At this time, in the lobby of Zhou's villa, a middle-aged man was sitting on the main seat of the sofa in the lobby, his eyes glowing dangerously, staring coldly at Zhou Yihong who had just hung up the phone.
"Yes...yes..." Zhou Yihong couldn't help but shed a few drops of cold sweat, with a look of panic on his face.
The person in front of him was older than Ning Chen, and the aura he showed put more pressure on him than Ning Chen, so he subconsciously thought that this person was more powerful than Ning Chen.
As everyone knows, that's because Ning Chen didn't contribute at all.
"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" the middle-aged man continued to ask.
"I...I didn't know that your Yue family was also...a Qi practitioner in the cultivation world!" Zhou Yihong said with a hint of helplessness.
"Hmph!" The middle-aged man chuckled. It was not like he couldn't recognize Zhou Yihong's gloating tone when he called just now. It was obvious that he and Ning Chen were not dealing with each other either. Although his face was frightened, he was secretly unsure in his heart.
laugh.
"Old fox." The middle-aged man commented calmly in his heart.
It's normal for Zhou Yihong not to know that the Yue family is a family of cultivators, but it's selfish not to tell Zhou Haoyun and his son Ning Chen the details.
He clearly knew that the Zhou family and his son had a grudge against Ning Chen, and would definitely get into trouble with Ning Chen, and would probably involve the Yue family, but he didn't even warn him, and was obviously planning to use Ning Chen's hand to test the Yue family.
, take a look at the Yue family’s background and see if there are any Qi practitioners hiding behind the scenes.
Of course, he probably didn't expect that the Yue family itself is a family of practitioners, practicing and doing business, and its power is stronger than he imagined!
Regardless of Zhou Yihong's little thoughts, no matter how many calculations there are, the final result still depends on strength. Whether it is commercial means on the table or super powers secretly, the Yue family can crush the Zhou family. In this way, there is nothing to fear.
of?
"What methods does this Ning Chen have?" The middle-aged man changed the subject.
"He can levitate wine glasses and bottles in mid-air, operate them out of thin air to pour himself wine, he can also emit sword energy, which will tear the hotel room to pieces, and he can emit flames, which will burn all the seats and chairs to charcoal."
Zhou Yihong said hurriedly, without any concealment.
Although the Yue family has a great business and is a member of the cultivating community, Zhou Yihong believes that they must have some restrictions when dealing with ordinary people. Otherwise, where would ordinary rich people still exist in modern society?
Although he was not too scared, he still had to have the awe he deserved, so Zhou Yihong acted frightened and told everything he knew.
"Sword Qi, and it's just a scratch, so there's nothing to worry about." The middle-aged man shook his head.
"Can you release flames? Is that so?" The middle-aged man chuckled, took out the lighter, and lit a flame with a bang. Then, with a burst of infuriating energy, the fire suddenly grew in size, filling the hall with a radius of two to three meters, and was roasted.
Everyone retreated one after another.
"Almost! Almost! But he didn't use a lighter." Zhou Yihong said repeatedly as he backed away.
"That's because you didn't see it." The middle-aged man said disdainfully.
"Yes, yes!" Zhou Yihong didn't dare to refute, and the fire the middle-aged man unleashed was indeed no less intense than Ning Chen's.
"However, his proficiency in using Qi is really good. He can control the wine glass to hang in the air and pour wine from the bottle. Most young people can't do it. No wonder he is a little arrogant." The middle-aged man commented casually, "Xiaoyun, you have to work hard.
, it’s okay if you can’t compare with those proud men of heaven, but if you can’t compare with an unknown little monk, you’ll be a little embarrassed.”
Yue Yun snorted arrogantly, "If you let me use our Yue family's cloud-piercing arrow, I can make Ning Chen's blood splatter on the spot!
Third uncle, he actually hurt me with just a wave of his hand, you have to give me some vent, you must destroy his cultivation!"
This middle-aged man is Yue Yun's third uncle Yue Xinglin, who has a third level of Qi refining. He checked Yue Yun when he first arrived. "It's a relatively hidden evil spirit. I guess he was there when you walked in."
I started to prepare, and then I accidentally hurt you. If you had been more careful, you wouldn't have been hit.
But don’t worry, if you dare to bully the daughter of my Yue family, I will destroy Ning Chen’s cultivation. As for Zhou Mengyao’s master, haha, it depends on whether he knows his taste or not.”
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In the evening, Ning Chen and Zhou Mengyao came to Longruide Hotel hand in hand and saw Secretary Zhuo waiting at the door at a glance.
"Is it still the Fortune World Hall?" Ning Chen said with a faint smile.
"Yes, yes..." Secretary Zhuo bowed repeatedly. He knew the general story, but he was just a little secretary. He couldn't afford to offend anyone, and he didn't dare to offend anyone.
Zhou Yihong asked him to greet Ning Chen here, and he didn't dare not to come, but tonight he would never step into the Fortune World Hall. In a real fight between gods, maybe the aftermath could kill him accidentally.
Ignoring this little character, Ning Chen took Zhou Mengyao's hand and continued walking in. Secretary Zhuo opened his mouth and wanted to ask about Master Zhou Mengyao, but after thinking about it, he shut up and followed far behind, even
Don't dare to get close.
Ning Chen pushed open the door to the box and stepped in. With a glance, all five people in the room came into view.
The third generation of the Zhou family, Yue Yun, and a middle-aged man who looks quite young despite his young appearance, should be the Yue Xinglin mentioned by Zhou Yihong.
The eyes of everyone in the room were all focused, and there was almost no friendly glance.
"Ning Chen!" Yue Yun said bitterly.
Yue Xinglin raised his eyebrows, smiled indifferently, and asked Zhou Mengyao calmly, "Your master is not here?"
"Grandpa." Zhou Mengyao nodded politely and distantly at Zhou Yihong, then hugged Ning Chen's arm and ignored Yue Xinglin.