Control The World

"The master of the pavilion invited Ning Wufeng?" Ning Wushuang felt a wave of turbulence in his heart. The building of the spirit **** was far away recently, but he became a master of the third rank. He was promoted to the temple of the spirit god. .

Moreover, it is said that Lou Yuan will be promoted to Zhao Du by the Ye family after the enrollment of the Four University Palace is over. Unexpectedly, he was in the limelight, so he sent someone to invite Ning Wufeng.

Zhao Xuan's face also changed, did this boy climb the big tree of the Ye family? No wonder I'm so crazy!

"Ning son, I still have something to do before leaving." Zhao Xuan didn't even want to invite Ning Wushuang, so he had to tell his parents about Rui Jinzhi.

"Senior Zhao ..." Ning Wushuang yelled for a while, hurriedly. But Zhao Xuan has left.

Spirit Temple, Spirit Medicine Pavilion.

The disciple introduced Ning Wufeng into the hall. Ning Wufeng lay down the golden lingzhi carried by him.

Lou Yuan trot walked in from the outside and waved his disciples back. Smiling at Ning Wufeng, he bowed his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness."

"Get up." Ning Wufeng said lightly.

Lou Yuan is proud of this moment, ushered in the most glorious time in life.

"My son, the Wu family's affairs have been handled according to your wishes, but we have encountered a little trouble." Lou Yuan frowned, saying, "The owner of the Lingbing Pavilion did not agree to terminate the cooperative relationship with the Wu family."

"Lingbing Pavilion?"

"Yes, it is said that the owner of the Lingbing Pavilion did not take away the benefits of the Wu family every year." Lou Yuan whispered. The Wu family was holding up the Spirit Temple. Now it wants to push it to it again. Force is difficult to do.

"In this way, help me make an appointment with the two patrons, we will Qinglong Bay for a while." Ning Wufeng groaned for a moment and said, "This should not be a big problem for you?"

"Gongzi is going to shoot himself?" Lou Yuan's eyes brightened, and he trusted Ning Wufeng very much. Does the son also have some accomplishments in refining and alchemy?

"Yes, son, there is one more thing." Lou Yuan said softly, "The Ye family wanted to transfer me to Zhaodu. I don't know how the son arranged?"

"Zhao Du?" Ning Wufeng raised his mouth slightly and said, "Go ahead, I will go to Zhao Du after I have dealt with things here."

"At that time, his subordinates took a step forward to arrange Zhaodu's affairs for the son." Lou Yuan said that he had tied himself to the ship Ning Wufeng.

Ning Wufeng glanced at him, chuckled, and said, "You are very smart." He threw out a copy of Jade Jane.

"This is the Siping Spirit Formation. Don't pull it down."

"Thank you son." Lou Yuan bowed his head.

Three days later, Qinglong Bay Pier was as bustling as ever, and there were even good people, who set up a merit monument for Ning Wufeng in front of the dock.

Ning Wufeng stood by the riverside with a negative hand, watching the first sun leaping from the river surface, half river red.

The clear river breeze floated Ning Wufeng's robes.

Uh ...

A slender eagle crowed, and a small black spot appeared in the dawning sky. The black dot zooms in quickly. A blue-winged hawk curling up into the sky appeared in Ning Wufeng's vision.

A severe and heavy momentum came towards Ning Wufeng. The cold light suddenly emerged, and Ning Wufeng turned his hands and held the annihilation gun, leaped, and stabbed towards the rising point.

There was a loud noise, and a wave of water tens of meters high burst from the river.

Uh ...

The green eagle rushed across the water and rushed towards Ning Wufeng.

Pure Sun Shooting-Sun-style.

With the light of the rising sun, the tip of the extinction gun was stained with pale gold. A shot stabbed at the Blue Eagle.

Bang bang ...

The river was splashed with roaring spiritual power.

The cold light on the back of the blue eagle suddenly turned into hundreds of lights, all kinds of weapons. Under that man's control, he whistled towards Ning Wufeng.

Ning Wufeng took a shot, and his robes were not messy.

Monk in the middle of the habit.

Uh ...

The rays of light fell into the tidal flat in front of Ning Wufeng, lined up.

"It is indeed the master of the Lingbing Pavilion. In this shot, the number of weapons alone cannot be used by ordinary people." Ning Wufeng said lightly.

The visitor is Shangle, the master of the Lingbing Pavilion.

"Hey." Shang Le is a fat and chubby fat man who looks very kind, but Ning Wufeng knows that this person is very greedy.

He stared at the annihilation gun in Ning Wufeng's hand, he smiled, and said, "My son's good weapon."

Between the words, there is no shelf of the Lord of the Pavilion, and it is extremely approachable.

"I did not expect that the owner of the pavilion was just a middleman, who introduced us to Ning Gongzi." Shang Le said with a smile.

Between the words, one person ran on the black clouded leopard, and the life was lean, as if hung on the black clouded leopard.

"Shangge master." The comer arched his hand towards Shangle, and at the same time he gave Ning Wufeng a slight glance, a slight disdain and disdain.

Ning Wufeng didn't take any notice. He knew that the master of the Lingdan Pavilion, Ou Yangxun, was arrogant by nature, and has always been the first in the world of this Laozi.

Had it not been for Lou Yuan, the new cabinet owner, who had a bright future and was fancyed by the Ye family, I'd be afraid Ning Wufeng would have to spend a lot of hands and feet to see Ouyang Yan.

Nothing more than that he is a Wupinling pharmacist.

"The Lord of Ouyang Pavilion is early." Shang Le grinned and pointed at Ning Wufeng. "This is the Ning Wufeng Ning son who was introduced on behalf of the host."

Ouyang Yan glanced at Ning Wufeng coldly, and said lightly, "Mao Tzu, you do n’t know how to salute when you see the owner of the cabinet?"

A look of cold and arrogant, let Shangle smile, silent, see what Ning Wufeng would do.

The corner of Ning Wufeng's mouth rose slightly, the extinguishing gun swept in front of him, and the sand in front of him exploded with a blast of mud.

The sand rose, revealing a desktop-sized sharp Jinzhi.

"I should know this thing." Ning Wufeng said lightly.

When Ouyang Yan saw Rui Jinzhi, his pupils shrank first, then he jumped down from the black clouded leopard and walked a few steps, approaching Rui Jinzhi. He wanted to reach out and touch, but was swept away by Ning Wufeng's gun.

"Rui Jinzhi?" Ouyang Yan asked with some doubt.

Will there be such a large Ruijinzhi?

"Think of it." Ning Wufeng said lightly.

There was a flash of fanaticism in Ouyang Yan's eyes, and then he turned straight and looked at Ning Wufeng, saying, "I don't know what transaction you want to do?"

Shang Le also looked at Ning Wufeng with interest.

"I need Lingshenge to interrupt the cooperation with the Wu family." Ning Wufeng said lightly.

"What?" Shang Le's face suddenly changed, and Shen Sheng said, "What kid Ning is kidding?"

Even Ouyang Yan's brow jumped, apparently shocked by Ning Wufeng's words. But looking at Rui Jinzhi's face, he said in a deep voice: "Wu family and my Lingshen Pavilion have cooperated for hundreds of years.

"However, if you are willing, I am willing to pay another price to buy this Ruijinzhi." Ouyang Yan groaned for a moment and said.

Ning Wufeng raised his mouth slightly and said, "You can't afford the other things I want."

At the same time, Shang Le and Ouyang Ye changed their faces.

"Did the master of the pavilion agree?" Shang Le asked in confusion.

Ning Wufeng said softly: "If I said that Lou Yuan did not agree, he is not the head of the Ling Zhen Pavilion now, do you believe it?"

"So?" Shang Le's face moved. They did not expect that the young man in front of him had the ability to create a master of Sanpin Spirit Formation!

Ning Wufeng laughed: "If I didn't understand it correctly, the master of Shangge has been stuck in Master Sanpin for a long time."

Shang Le narrowed his pupils, nodded gently, and asked, "What advice did the son have?" Did he still study the refiner?

However, how can such a capable person deal with the Wu family with the help of them?

"Perhaps I can help you." Ning Wufeng laughed, his fingers flickered, and a golden light fell into Shang Le's head.

On the one side, Ouyang Yan saw this and immediately became alert.

"What is the spirit soldier, the way of soldiers, it is the spirit irrigation!" Ning Wufeng said lightly, the difference between the third-grade spirit master and the fourth-grade spirit master is that the fourth-grade spirit master can build the spiritual soldier.

The most critical step in building a spirit soldier is the technique of instilling spirits!

Ning Wufeng Qu handed an introduction to the spirit-improving technique to Shang Le, at which time he searched from the nine slaves of the true scriptures of the mountains and seas.

Although Jiu Nu slept for countless years, after all, he experienced many big things. This basic knowledge is still there.

Suddenly, Shang Lei's pupils opened suddenly, looking at Ning Wufeng, with a frantic look on his face, and asking, "Is the son of Ning willing to give me this secret technique?"

Suspicious on his face.

"It depends on whether the two are willing to cooperate?" Ning Wufeng said lightly.

However, Ouyang on the side raised her brow, suddenly bullied her, and sneered, "Don't the son fear that we will kill someone to win the treasure?"

For a moment, Ning Wufeng felt two killings sweeping over him at the same time.

Two monks in the middle of life!

Ning Wufeng smiled a little, and suddenly the power of the Eight Spirit Veins erupted. The whole person's momentum was gushing like a volcanic eruption.

How could it be, how could a monk who attracted the atmosphere had such a strong momentum!

Ouyang Yan was full of spiritual agitation. He was arrogant by nature and punched Ning Wufeng with a punch, and the black clouded leopard under him gave a shocking roar.

He is a Wupinling pharmacist. He has extremely precise control over spiritual powers, and can exert the maximum effect of each spiritual power. This is also the capital of his fellow monks.

Zhentianzhi!

Ning Wufeng was intent on deterring them, and a powerful move screamed out from the sky. One for ten sessions.

With a click, Ouyang's intertwined fist suddenly collapsed in front of Zhen Tianzhi.

puff……

Ouyang Yan squirted against his blood and shook his body.

"That's my sincerity."

Ning Wufeng waved his robe, leaving Jin Lingzhi and a piece of jade suspended in the air. He was shocked, and Jiang Ningfu's two shaking temple masters were all shocked by him.

"The Wu family will die!"

Shang Le murmured looking at Ning Wufeng's back.

The gentle river breeze blew, and the turbulent river water scattered the blood drops on the beach. The eye-catching sunrise is rising.