Control The World

The Ning family has rules: Any child who has stepped into the air-breathing environment can go to Wuge to find a practice method. Disciples in the main vein can also receive a soldier and a hundred spirit stones.

Ning Chen Ning Chen was driven away, and Ning Wufeng discussed with Xuan Kuo Taoist.

"Now that your strength has been exposed, hurry up and practice it. Just a few days in the Ning family, you can use the resources of the Ning family." Xuan Ku Taoist Shen Sheng said.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Ning Wufeng, who was full of energy, and could not help thinking of himself. The disciple of Jiuzhong Lingxiao Luomu Palace, enlighten the environment of Jiuzhong, Tongqiao, Purple Lake, Divine Realm, Sanyuan Realm ... all the way, all the masters have high hopes for him. .

But who would have expected ...

Xuanzang Taoist didn't dare to think about it any more. He shook his head and looked at Ning Wufeng firmly, saying, "No matter how old the old man will support you."

Ning Wufeng gently hugged the scumbag old man. When I first entered Qinglong Bay, I recognized a cheap master with three bottles of wine and two fishes. I didn't expect to help myself so much later.

"Xuan Kuan, rest assured, I assure you that I will protect myself." Ning nodded heavily.

It was learned that Ning Wufeng had spiritual power, and the Ning family had a dark tide.

Ning Jiawu Pavilion, Ning Wufeng looked up, looking at the huge stele, the words carved by the sword, and his heart was fiery. It is said that Ningjia Wuge was built by his long-lost father, Ning Linchuan.

This is not only a fortune left to him by his father, but also where he is about to rise.

"Ningjia Wuge, the mainland of China, I'd rather come without wind!" Ning Wufeng strode toward the Wuge with a stride.

With a creak, the half-covered door opened.

"Anyone's name announced?" A drunk old man lowered his eyes and sat on the futon at the door, while the Wuge behind him was a dark piece.

"Ning Jianing is windless."

"Oh?" The drunk old man's muddy eyes suddenly lighted up, then disappeared.

"What are you doing here?" As we all know, Ning Wufeng, a son of Tianjiao Ninglin Chuan, was indeed a pseudo-pulse and could not perceive spiritual power at all.

"Breaking through the air-breathing realm, we came to Wuge to pick out the spirits." Ning Wufeng said positively.

Spiritual tactics are the practice methods of spiritual veins practitioners. They are the tens of thousands of years of spiritual veins fighting with heaven, fighting with humans, and fighting with demons ... The essence is summarized, which is divided into three ranks, namely, ordinary, earth, and heaven. It is rumored that there is a stronger existence above the Heavenly Order.

The higher the rank of the spirit formula, the more ingenious the spiritual power can be. And according to the types of spirit tactics are divided into Gongfa Lingju, martial arts Lingshu, auxiliary spirit Ju, etc., the categories are extremely complicated.

"Oh?" The drunk old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes stared at Ning Wufeng like a lone wolf, making him suddenly cold.

In the previous life, he was a master of martial arts. He felt that although the drunk old man's eyes were sharp and predatory, he did not mean to hurt him. Let him double-check.

"The first floor of the Wuge is for the middle and lower grades of exercises for the disciples of the family to practice. The second floor is for the middle and top grades of disciplines for the practitioners to practice. The third floor has a step exercise." Drunk old man faint The ground opened, and then closed her eyes as if falling asleep.

Ning Wufeng slightly raised his fist towards the drunk old man, turned around and walked past him.

Stepping into the Wuge, I immediately felt that it was lit up. On the first floor, disciples in the outer circle read the paper exercises.

Ning Wufeng went straight to the second floor. Now that time is limited, he naturally ran to the best exercises.

The children on the first floor gave Ning Wufeng an envious glance. The second floor is the privilege of the disciples.

On the second floor, no one is now. The spirit of Shengfang is less than one tenth of the first floor, and more is stored in the form of jade Jane. Many of the first-class Chinese spirits of the first floor exist in the form of jade Jane on the second floor.

Ning Wufeng took out a piece of jade Jane and swept away.

"Sea tide tactics, water system powers and magic tricks, Fanjiezhongpin. This technique cultivates the water system spiritual power, is endless, and has a strong defense ..."

Ning Wufeng murmured, "It's too soft." Put it back in place.

Since you want to choose the magic tricks, you must choose the ones that suit you best.

"Worship by fire, all ranks of middle-class skills, fire is the magic trick, practice to the end, hit with one hand, the fire is ten miles, amazing power."

"Xiongwangquan, Fanjie Zhongpin Gongfa, one punch Xiongwang Kaibei crushed stone, two fists crack the ground, three fists cut off water, is one of the best boxing methods."

...

Ning Wufeng flipped through dozens of books in a row, all of which are subordinates.

Finally turned around another stone frame, and saw a few scattered pieces of jade Jane.

"Pan Shi Gong, where all the middle-class spirits are as firm as a rock, the first refining body is transformed into a rock body, the second is forging bones, condensing copper skin and iron bones. It is a rare combination of attack and defense. The trick. "

"Huamu Lingju, where all the middle-class spirits, the endless falling Xiaoxiao, a stroke of Huamu forming a cloud." In the line, Ning Wufeng felt the boundless surrounding Xiao Xiao falling wood roaring, we can see this skill The power of attack is great.

"Pure Yang sword tactics, where the first-class top-level spirit tactics, sequel, only the first three styles are left, but each move is comparable to the power of the quasi-level top-level spirit tactics. Because the spirit tactics are lacking, it is classified as top-level spirit Trick. "

Ning Wufeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and it really was the superior skill of Fanjie. Immediately, he looked and shook his head, but unfortunately this spiritual tactic was a piece of rag, otherwise it would be an excellent choice. And the trick is that Ning Wufeng is more inclined to use a gun.

The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers. In previous lives there were "moon sticks, annual swords, guns of a lifetime".

He picked up Jade Jane, and if he couldn't find a more suitable spirit formula, this pure Yang sword formula could also be used as an alternative.

Ning Wufeng went further, and he found that the magic trick of the top grade Yujian is much richer than that of the middle grade. The jade Jian is more milky and whiter on the surface of the jade.

With this judgment, Ning Wufeng speeded up the search.

Just when he saw a piece of milky jade Jane, that jade Jane was picked up.

Ning Wufeng frowned and turned to find another jade Jane.

"Stop, waste, don't you know Master Ben?" Shouted behind Ning Wufeng holding Yu Jian's figure sharply.

He came up behind him with several children who were also the mainstay of the Ning family.

A pointed-mouthed monkey pointed at Ning Wufeng and laughed: "Gun, what use is this waste even if it has opened up the veins? It is better to go downstairs to find a copy of the best practice method, do n’t waste resources here Now. "

Ning Wuqun, Ning Wushuang's younger brother, was slightly thinner and gave birth to two tricky ears. It is said that Ning Wushuang was in retreat and was preparing to ask about the imperial palace trials three months later.

So Ning Chen and Ning Chen were beaten just now, and immediately ran back to report Ning Wuqun.

Ning Wufeng was too lazy to accompany the group of little broken children, shrugging his shoulders indifferently, and continued to look for Yujian.

"Stop, you waste, you dare to treat this boy like this." Ning Wuqun's monkey gills showed a sloppy face, "You have a mother like this, but you don't have mother waste."

He immediately yelled and pointed at Ning Wufeng's spine. "You, a wild species without a father, still have a face at our Ning family, and don't roll back to Qinglong Bay, your bird that doesn't shit."

Ning Wufeng's body suddenly stagnates, his face appears sharp, his eyes flashed with cold mang, the momentum of his body suddenly changes, scaring Ning Wufeng's neck shrinks, his body abruptly stops.

"You ... what do you want to do?" He had forgotten for a moment that he was a monk in the fifth atmosphere, and was completely deterred by Ning Wufeng's momentum.

"I tell you ... Wuge can't do it, otherwise ..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Wufeng rushed towards Ning Wuqun, just a few steps away. A tiger fist roared out, and a dragon-shaped tiger fisted.

A thump banged on Ning Wuqun's chest. Ning Wuqun was caught off guard by being punched back four or five distances, hitting a stone frame, and lost two teeth.

"You dare to hurt my boyfriend." Ning Wuqun growled hysterically, menacing.

Ning Wufeng's pupils shrank. Ning Wuqun's strength was much stronger than the previous Ning Chen Ning Chen. He must not be an opponent now. Immediately holding his breath, he was ready to exert twelve minutes of strength.

"Stop!" A swig of drink was like a thunder awakening, and Ning Wufeng felt that the eardrums were shaken and opened up. "The martial arts fighters, go!"

The drunk old man didn't know when he appeared on the stairs on the second floor. Before Ning Wufeng waited for his response, he swung his sleeve robe and directly overturned Ning Wufeng and others from the window.

With a bang, a large group of people fell on the ground with their butts, Ning Wuqun and others grinned with pain and pointed at Ning Wufeng and screamed: "Your boy is waiting for me, my son will definitely come to you to settle accounts!"

Ning Wufeng patted the dust on his ass, wondering, as he watched this group of people swollen and swollen, couldn't help whispering, "Does it hurt? Why don't I feel it?"

"Oh, broken, this group of guys broke my great choice of Lingjue. I definitely can't get into Wuge now." Because Ning Wufeng saw that Wuge's door was closed.

"Fortunately, I have a spare." Ning Wufeng wiped his chest, but fortunately the jade Jane of that pure Yang Jianjue was still there.

Alas, what is this? At the same time when Yu Jian was touched, Ning Wufeng also touched a sheepskin roll. He took it out and looked pale and frightened.