Control The World

"Undead Li."

Ning Wufeng groaned, picked up the little red bottle, and warmed his tentacles. He slowly stood up and walked towards the Yueyue Building.

Xiao Ziyi behind him quietly looked at the back of his departure. The undead Li family had already come out, and there was not much time left for them.

She sighed softly, and made every effort to let Ning Wufeng join the Imperial Academy and enter the League of Heaven, wasn't that the thing?

...

Ning Wufeng returned to Huxin Island without alarming Wan Shi and others, and quietly returned to his yard.

Undead potion?

Ning murmured quietly without a wind, and opened the medicine bottle, which showed that the crystal-like elixir was exuding a strong fragrance and refreshing.

He used the power to prescribe an undead elixir and poured the elixir into his mouth. The rich aroma instantly filled the mouth. The elixir enters the body, and the strong spiritual power surrounds the body. The pores are wide, and the whole person is warm.

The wound felt numb, and the damaged veins began to heal.

"What a magical elixir." Ning Wufeng secretly said.

Undead Li's, undead?

What are they from? What are the reasons for finding yourself? He was secretly confused.

Unconsciously, the day passed, and Ning Wufeng completely refined the elixir. But Li Yao was right. His injury won't be better in two days.

The aftermath of the elixir is still moisturizing his wound, preventing a hidden danger.

Footsteps came from outside.

"Is Brother Ning back?" It was Liu Wenchuan's voice.

He didn't enter the door, called a few times, sighed, and turned to leave.

Tonight, Tianmeng will be supported by their two newcomers.

Ning Wufeng secretly said: Rest assured, after tomorrow, I will let everyone know the power of Sky League!

He immediately disguised himself and went to the Yueyue Tower together.

It is already the third night of the Moon Invitation Banquet and the second round of the match.

The White League, the Spirit League and the Fire League took the lead.

The Lingling Toad, the leader of the Lingmeng League, was taken away by the purple bamboo medicine mother, and its combat power was greatly reduced. All three league leaders were also seriously injured by Ruan Yue, so the spirit alliance's combat power was greatly reduced, and only one second alliance leader was besieged by the white league's people in two rounds, defeated, and became the bottom of the nine leagues.

The people in the Fire League are good at controlling fire spirits. One hand of the fire makes the magical, and one of them is the innate fire veins. The control of the fire spirit is ten times that of ordinary people, and the strength even exceeds the leader of the fire alliance.

A crimson hair, his face was full of embarrassment, in the opening tonight to show the limelight, so that everyone remembers his name-the firewalker wish 焱.

Seventh to nineth place came out, fire league seventh, white league eighth, and spirit league ninth.

Then came the second round of the group.

Celestial Alliance vs. Wenmeng League, Youth League vs. Imperial League, Monarch League vs. Battle League.

There was a lot of discussion among them, and Wenmeng floated forward with a personable manner, which was Fang Yingcai, who was rather familiar with Ning Wufeng.

He arched his hands in the direction of the Celestial Alliance and was extremely polite. However, in the VIP compartment in the southeast corner, Ning Wufeng knew that his belly was full of flowers, and his appearance was very different.

Tianmeng left only Liu Wenchuan and Lin Yuqing. There is also Ning Wufeng in the dark.

"Ah, it's boring. There are only two little dolls left in Tianmeng. This time it must be the bottom." Someone said with a sullen expression.

"What's wrong with the baby doll, they haven't lost a game yet." Someone said with a smile.

Indeed, Tianmeng seems to be dancing on the wire, but without losing for two consecutive nights, it has now reached the top six ranks.

Liu Wenchuan and Lin Yuqing looked at each other, took a deep breath, took a leap, and came to the ring.

Fang Ying just smiled and opened the folding fan, saying, "Brother Liu, I haven't seen you in a long time."

He has been chasing Ruan Yue and he has done enough on the surface, so Liu Wenchuan has a good impression on him.

"I've seen Brother Fang." Liu Wenchuan bowed.

"Everyone is the owner, and the sword has no eyes, so you have to be careful." Fang Yingcai laughed and said secretly: The two-night winning streak of Tianmeng was about to end in his hands, and he couldn't express his pleasure.

Liu Wenchuan nodded, the flame knife picked up, and said, "Please enlighten me."

Fang Yingcai stood casually, put one hand behind his back, and said, "Since you are a younger brother, let your brother give you a hand."

He is also a man who loves feathers and wins by bullying.

"Thank you, Brother."

When Liu Wenchuan was in shape, flames roared on the flame knife.

Fang Yingcai stared at the flame knife, and the flames spit. It is made of flame mountain stones that are thousands of miles away. That stone absorbs the fire spirit for many years, which contains the extremely rich essence of fire. The spiritual force urges the essence of the flame in the knife to gush out and turn into flames.

"It's worthy to be the right-handed grandson." Fang Yingcai's greed, flame knife, good things appeared in the depths of her pupils.

He took a fan with one hand to shoot, and Liuqiao's spiritual power surged out. The fan quickly wrote the word "Wind" in front of him.

"It's a breeze."

This trick is the magic skill of Wenmengzhengmeng's magic book "Tianshulu". The strong wind swelled, and the flames on the flame knife turned back, scorching Liu Wenchuan's clothes.

Liu Wenchuan's face moved, and she quickly converged her spirits, and the flame on the sword extinguished immediately.

"Haha. Brother Liu must be careful." Fang Ying inadvertently smiled proudly.

A glance at the bets of the Tianmeng and Wenmeng in the artistic conception. Tianmeng is 6 million and Wenmeng is 36 million.

He raised his lips slightly and said, "If Brother Liu can't hold on, just admit defeat in advance. It's not a shame to admit defeat anyway."

"Thank you for your kindness." Liu Wenchuan immediately refused.

Fang Ying didn't want to offend Liu Wenchuan. On the one hand, he was Ruan Yue's younger brother, and on the other hand, he was the right-hand grandson. But I didn't expect this kid to be so stubborn.

"Then don't blame your brother."

As soon as he was in shape, he drew light on the folding fan, and wrote the word "Cleave" in front of him. When the word was completed, it turned into a sharp knife light, and volleyed to kill Liu Wenchuan.

The knife gas was so compelling, Liu Wenchuan sank in his heart, and the flames of the sword shouted.

"Condemn the sword!"

In the middle of the ground, the flame was cut out, and there was a faint thunder. The faces of the audience changed.

What a big arm. It seems that the right is working hard with this grandson.

"It's interesting right now?" Someone whispered, Liu Wenchuan was already a monk of the Four Spirits, with the addition of the Flame Knife, and Fang Yingcai also fought against him with one hand.

"Haha, I have to make another bet." Immediately someone added millions more to Liu Wenchuan. Others raised one after another.

For a while, the bet on Tianmeng increased to more than 15 million.

Others asked uneasily: "Fang Ying wouldn't be indifferent. If Liu Wenchuan were not allowed to use his hand, he would have no hope of winning."

"The people in Wenmeng probably don't," hesitated aside.

On the stage, Fang Yingcai should be anxious to draw a few big mouths at this time, how can he propose a one-handed battle? He wanted to win decent, but did not expect to set himself a pit.

He has also discussed with Liu Wenchuan, but Liu Wenchuan has not used the law of condemnation.

On the stage, the blades of light flickered and the flames stirred. Fang Yingcai was under pressure at this time. The folding fan kept writing large characters one after another in the air.

"shield!"

"Yu!"

"cut!"

The shield turned into a shield of aura, blocking him in front of him. The flames of the sword swallowed, chopped on the shield, and the flames were wanton. The condemned sword blasted the shield. The knife gas was approaching Fang Yingcai.

Fang Yingcai was full of spirits, and he jumped up into the air. The word cut turned into a giant blade of spiritual power, and came out with a blast.

As soon as Liu Wenchuan gritted his teeth, the spiritual power poured into the knife, and the flames soared. His body burst out, and he was killed with a blast.

"Condemn the sword!"

The blade of light was rushing into the thunder, and the flame of fire broke through the sky like a flame of fire, dancing with a bang intertwined with Fang Yingcai's giant cutting blade.

The sword surged, and Liu Wenchuan's chest crashed like a boulder. But he still gritted his teeth, bullied himself, forced to shoot out, and cut to Fang Yingcai.

Fang Yingcai was in midair, and it was difficult to move left and right. Seeing Dao Guang splitting towards himself, his face was gloomy.

shield!

shield!

shield!

Three shields of light appeared in front of him in succession, but Liu Wenchuan's flame knife was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, and the sword of heaven convulsed the flames like a thunder, smashing the first shield, the second shield, and the third shield, which was directed towards Fang Yingcai.

"Your brother is going to win." Xiao Ziyi said with a smile on his face in the southeast compartment. Coquettish looks, if found by outsiders, will definitely covet.

Ning Wufeng gave her a white look, and looked quietly on the stage, saying, "Xiao Zizi, we are all so familiar, so I don't need to use charm."

Xiao Ziyi gave him a white look, and his beautiful eyes made him feel excited, and he laughed and cursed, "Just you, the dead, don't understand the language, don't understand the customs."

On the stage, Fang Yingcai fell into a passive situation for a moment and the pressure increased greatly. On the artistic conception, the bet on the side of Tianmeng is constantly rising.

"It's hard to win." Ning Wufeng exhaled softly and said.

"That's your brother, why do you think you won't win?" Xiao Ziyi asked doubtfully, "this is not like your confident personality."

Ning wind shrugged angrily.

"Confidence is not blind. Fang Ying is not the kind of rigid person. In the eyes of everyone, winning this game is more important than his reputation."

"He's from Wenmeng."

"What about the Wenmeng, is it a saint before fame and fortune?"

If Fang Ying loses this game, the consequences will definitely be more serious than his incontinence. It is his personal business to go back and down, and winning or losing is the face of Wenmeng.

Sure enough, Ning Wufeng's voice did not fall.

On the stage, Fang Yingcai looked somber and yelled, "Brother Liu, it's my brother who underestimated you. I won't let you down below."

Between the words, he freed his hand to write in the air and turned it into a large "chop" character, and the folding fan on the right hand painted the word "kill".

With both hands moving together, the power of Tianshulu skyrocketed, Liu Wenchuan's pressure increased, and the audience burst into tears.