Chapter 110: Summoned by He Yundang (Part 2)

  He Zhenyu was slapped by Ningyuan and almost fell into the pile of stones, his face turned extremely ugly. He turned around, pointed at Ningyuan with one hand and sneered: "You little brat, not bad, you've got guts."

  At this time, He Zhenyu was so angry that he was fuming with rage. As the prince of the local faction, he was used to getting his way in Liao Hai City and often came here to gamble on rocks. The boss and regulars didn't recognize him, but they never expected to be humiliated by a 20-year-old whippersnapper today.

  The onlookers saw Ning Yuan and He Zhenyu clash, and they couldn't help but whisper to each other in concern for Ning Yuan. Some people even felt that Ning Yuan was reckless, as the young master of the Far East Group's CEO was not someone who could be easily offended.

  Zhang Junpeng, who came with Ningyuan, also heard the whispers of a few people next to him and naturally knew He Zhenyu's identity. At this time, he was frightened pale, regretful in his heart. Ningyuan was with him, and now that he had a conflict with He Zhenyu, he would probably follow suit and be unlucky as well.

  "It's still young." Zhang Junpeng couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion. He had heard about Ningyuan's affairs in Lianyun Mountain, and naturally knew that Ningyuan was bold and could fight. But this young master of the Far Ocean Group wasn't someone to be trifled with like a python. A python only eats people, but if you offend the Far Ocean Group, it would be difficult to survive in Donghai Province, and it might even be worse than death.

  Zhang Junpeng didn't care, but then he couldn't bear it, so he wanted to go forward, but was worried about being remembered by He Zhenyu. For a moment, he was really in a dilemma, hesitated for half a minute, and finally walked up and pulled Ning Yuan, saying in a low voice: "Doctor Ning, take a step back and the wind will be calm. The other side is from the Far Ocean Group."

  He had quietly advised Ningyuan, Zhang Junpeng hastily apologized to He Zhenyu with a smile: "This gentleman, my friend is like this, straightforward. Brain not good, you don't have to see him as an equal."

  "Are you out of your mind?"

  Ningyuan was really at a loss for words, but he couldn't blame Zhang Junpeng either. He knew that Zhang Junpeng said so for his own good. In this situation, Zhang Junpeng didn't abandon him, which was already not bad.

  "Hmph, are you out of your mind?!" He Zhenyu snorted. One hand patted his own clothes, then extended his middle finger, pointing at Zhang Junpeng: "Know what's good for you and get lost, or I'll beat you up along with him."

  Several people entangled like this, the boss from a distance had already rushed over, and smiled at He Zhenyu from afar: "Mr. Zhang, what's wrong with you? Calm down, calm down. For my sake, don't bother with them."

  While talking, the boss also made eye contact with Ningyuan, hinting that Ningyuan should apologize to Zhang Zhenyu. This wasn't because he was kind-hearted, but rather because the two were still in his store. If things escalated, he would be the one to suffer losses.

  Ning Yuan naturally saw the boss's eye color, but he didn't care at all, letting him apologize to He Zhenyu. If this matter gets out, won't people laugh and say that Jiuxuanmen has completely declined, with the sect leader bowing his head to a junior of Dizong?

  A small He Zhenyu, Ning Yuan really didn't take him seriously, even if He Zongyun came, he wouldn't have the qualifications to make him apologize.

  He Zhenyu was slapped by Ningyuan, and naturally he couldn't let it go. He pushed the boss aside with his arm and walked towards Ningyuan, saying: "Kid, your kung fu isn't bad, but you've come to the wrong place."

  As he spoke, He Zhenyu's fist came crashing towards Ning Yuan's face. Ning Yuan lightly pushed Zhang Junpeng aside, shifted his body to the side, dodged He Zhenyu's punch, and kicked out with one foot, not showing any courtesy at all.

  He Zhenyu had just suffered a loss and knew that Ningyuan was not simple. At this time, he thoroughly made up his mind to be on high alert, dodged Ningyuan's kick by leaning back, supported himself with one hand on the ground, and launched a whirlwind kick with both feet.

  He Zhenyu is indeed the son of He Qiwu, his kung fu skills are quite impressive, he has already reached the peak of external family, and can practice internal power at any time.

  Although Ningyuan was a master of dark energy, he couldn't possibly subdue He Zhenyu in just two or three moves. For a time, the two men fought fiercely, their movements swift and fierce, causing a stir among the onlookers, who hastily retreated to avoid getting caught up in the battle, with no one daring to step forward to intervene.

  As the saying goes, "fists and feet have no words", people like Ning Yuan and He Zhenyu are usually hard to find even if you want to see them. But now that they're fighting, it's not one bit worse than a martial arts drama. The onlookers are all sighing in amazement, the only one with a bitter face is the owner of the stone store.

  Looking at the two men's posture, a casual kick could shatter a piece of stone, and this shop would be completely ruined. Ningyuan was a stranger, if he left, he wouldn't have anywhere to go. He Zhenyu was an acquaintance, but where did he have the guts to ask Farhua Group for compensation?

  The boss's face was gloomy, and He Zhenyu was also getting more and more frightened as he fought. As a disciple of the Earth Sect, he had been practicing martial arts since childhood and had a famous teacher to guide him. It could be said that his kung fu skills were absolutely not bad. At just 25 years old, he was already at the peak of external family, and with just one more catalyst, he would be able to practice internal energy.

  But Ningyuan was only twenty years old, yet he was even more formidable than him, his fists and feet carrying a kind of vigor that made one's heart palpitate, the kind of power that could only be achieved by practicing martial arts to bring out the hidden strength.

  Because Ningyuan had a hidden strength, he and Ningyuan fought extremely cautiously, trying to avoid the vital points as much as possible. However, despite this, after ten moves, his arms and legs were already numb and painful from Ningyuan's shock.

  "Where did this master come from?"

  He Zhenyu gritted his teeth and persevered, meanwhile guessing in his heart that the Eastern South appraisal meeting was approaching, some Jianghu people came to Liao Hai early, which wasn't unusual, but what sect could have produced such a young master.

  He Zhenyu was shocked, and Ning Yuan couldn't help but feel a little admiration for him. As the son of He Yuntang, he was indeed a worthy successor, already a master of dark energy. Ordinary external family masters would be defeated by him in just three to five moves, but He Zhenyu had managed to exchange blows with him for over ten rounds.

  "Kid, your kung fu isn't bad, but since you're here to participate in the Southeast Treasure Appraisal Convention, and I'm a disciple of the local sect, which makes me the host, if you apologize, I'll let it go today."

  He Zhenyu held on for two more rounds, but finally couldn't hold on anymore. Afraid of losing face, he shouted at Ning Yuan.

  "Hmph, if you sincerely apologize to me, I might let it go." Ning Yuan said coldly.

  "He...". He Jianyu was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He had already explained his identity and given the other person a way out, but the other person still refused to give in.

  "Haha, you're fighting with me and still dare to be distracted." Ning Yuan sneered coldly, taking advantage of He Zhenyu's momentary lapse in concentration as he spoke. One hand swiftly reached out, grabbing He Zhenyu's wrist, and with a strong pull, he pulled He Zhenyu into his arms. At the same time, he twisted his arm, locking it behind his back, rendering him completely immobile.

  Ningyuan had grasped his wrist, sealing off the vital point, and He Zhenyu was both shocked and enraged. Not only did he feel a twinge of regret, but if he had known Ningyuan was this formidable, he would have employed his secret technique earlier. However, with Ningyuan pinning down his vital point, not only could he not move in the slightest, but he also couldn't utilize his secret technique, effectively being completely subdued by Ningyuan.

  Bang! Bang!

  After holding down He Zhenyu, Ning Yuan stretched out his hand and tapped twice on He Zhenyu's back, gave a slight push, and He Zhenyu sat paralyzed on the ground, his face turned pale, and beads of sweat as big as beans oozed from his forehead.

  "Know your place and stay still, or you'll suffer the consequences yourself. Don't say I didn't warn you." Ning Yuan said calmly as he looked at He Zhenyu struggling to get up after being pushed to the ground.

  He Zhenyu struggled slightly and felt a sore all over his body. Hearing Ningyuan's words, he understood that it must have been Ningyuan who had done something to him. He shouted angrily: "You little brat, do you know who I am? I'm from the Di Sect! My father is Di Sect's He Yuntang! With your good skills, you shouldn't be unaware of the Di Sect. If you're sensible, let me go!"

  "What is the name of this temple?"

  Ning Yuan smiled and said calmly to He Zhenyu, "He Yuntang educates his son like this, hurting people at every turn, how overbearing. You'd better call your dad to come and pick you up now. If he doesn't come, you can temporarily follow me, no need to go back."

  "Are you asking me to call my dad to come and pick me up?"

  He Zhenyu seemed to have heard a huge joke, and for a moment he forgot that he had just eaten a loss, and couldn't help but burst out laughing, pointing at Ning Yuan: "You really don't know the height of heaven and earth."

  "Just pretend I don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth." Ning Yuan didn't even look at He Zhenyu, casually picked up the stone he had stepped on earlier, and asked the boss, "How much is this?"

  Everyone was shocked and couldn't help but admire Ning Yuan's boldness, who had just beaten the young master of Far East Group and still had the mood to gamble on stones.

  The boss was almost choked by Ningyuan's words and casually glanced at the stone material in Ningyuan's hand, saying: "Just give three hundred thousand then."

  The stone in Ningyuan's hand was as big as two watermelons, weighing over sixty kilograms. It was one of the new stones that had just arrived, and if it weren't for what happened earlier, the boss would have definitely asked for 50,000 yuan. But after what just happened, the boss really didn't have the mood to haggle with Ningyuan anymore.

  Ning Yuan didn't bother to say more, and casually pulled out a bank card from his body and threw it over, saying: "The password is on the back of the card, swipe it yourself, I'll go cut the stone." As he spoke, he carried the stone material and walked towards the grinding machine.

  The boss took the bank card thrown by Ningyuan, sighed and went to swipe the card. Ningyuan picked up the grinding machine, operated it for a while, and started cutting stones. For a time, the scene was filled with flying stone dust.

  A crowd of onlookers saw Ningyuan just fighting with He Zhenyu, and after Ningyuan beat He Zhenyu, he seemed calm and collected, so they subconsciously thought Ningyuan was a master. Seeing Ningyuan cut the stone, they originally had some expectations.

  Why did Ning Yu have to take action, and several people all let out a sigh of relief. Looking at Ning Yu's technique, it was obviously his first time doing this, clearly an amateur.

  "Freeload..."

  The grinder and the stone kept rubbing out sparks, flying debris filled the sky, Ningyuan grasped the grinder without any politeness, one grind down was a big piece of debris.

  Two pieces of stone as big as a watermelon were ground away in less than a minute, and the people around shook their heads. Cutting stones like this, even if there is jade inside, it will definitely be cut off.

  "What a waste, I hope there's no jade inside, or it'll be ruined for sure." A middle-aged man in his fifties shook his head and sighed. He had only spoken half of what he wanted to say when he suddenly narrowed his eyes, pointed at the stone Ning Yuan was unloading, and exclaimed: "It...it's green!"