Chapter 148: One Finger Zhentian

This girl won't keep staring at the poor boy. Zhao Liner secretly said.
Ning Wufeng fell into the downwind. Zhao Liner found Ye Yier's small fist clenched, and his expression of nervousness seemed unable to resist rushing into the circle.
Ning Wufeng regressed, although he could not match Situ Ye's speed, his power was not enough. But he was conscious and made his judgment long before Situ Ye's fist attack came.
The golden claws tore out and caught Situ Ye's weakness. Situ Ye had to pull back to defend.
In this way, you have fought a dozen tricks. Situ Ye was a little impatient, and the psychic palm stirred up the wind of hunting and hunting, blowing Ning's windless robes.
His shape was transformed into an afterimage, which was awe-inspiring.
Ning Wufeng kept dodging, defending Situ Ye's attack.
But in the eyes of everyone, Ning Wufeng has fallen into the downwind.
"Hey, it looks like this guy is dead or injured today." Someone sighed and shook his head.
This is always in the defense phase, and sooner or later the defense will collapse. By that time, Ning Wufeng must have been defeated.
"I think this kid is mostly going to be abolished." Zhao Liner said deliberately, staring closely at Ye Yier's expression.
Sure enough, there was an anxiety on the girl's face, and she murmured, "No, no."
Could they really know each other? Zhao Liner secretly said.
But how could such a poor boy be worthy of her prominent girlfriend.
At this time, Ning Wufeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he shot.
Zhentianzhi!
Furiously, he pointed at the amazing speed, pointed at Situ Ye, and shot out with a ray of blood. Situ Ye's offensive came to an abrupt halt, and his figure flew out.
With a bang, Situ fell heavily on the ground at night, and the slate on the ground shattered and shattered.
"What's going on?" Everyone showed his stunned eyes. No one could see what was going on at all, obviously Situ Ye had the advantage.
Ye Yier's tight little face stretched slightly.
"It was Situ Ye who deliberately let this kid on." Zhao Liner said saltily. She did not believe that a poor boy would defeat Stuart ’s grandson, and she was still in the palace one year earlier.
The tight nerves of Ruan Yue and Wan Shi were also sent down. Ning Wufeng did not let them down again.
Only the sheep elder's eyes lit up.
How could it be so precise.
There is an obvious flaw in Situ Ye's psychic palm, which is that the palm wind is turbulent, and when it runs to the third position, it will expose obvious defects. But such defects were well covered up by him.
Don't say monks in Tongqiao, even monks in Purple Lake may not be able to find them. The sheep elder found it by accident, but did not expect that Ning Wufeng also found it.
"Interesting." He closed his eyes slowly, and he already knew the outcome of the fight.
Situ Ye saw that Ning Wufeng had pierced through his robe, hurt his ribs, and his face changed.
How could this be?
His expression kept changing, did he find this flaw? how is this possible!
"Psychic Palm!"
Situ Ye floated out of his figure, and once again roared out with his palms, his palms were so full that he was forced to Ning Wufeng. Palms intertwined and formed various illusions.
Ning Wufeng also retreated from the same figure. He kept dodging Situ Ye's offensive. Golden claws are intertwined, just to resist Situ Ye's attack.
"Hum, I said this kid can't do it." Zhao Liner said angrily.
But when the two attacked the seventh move, Ning Wufeng shot again.
Zhentianzhi!
Refers to the light turned into a little starburst, burst out. Sharp intertwined. Ning Wufeng's majestic spirit poured out instantly at this point.
With a short sigh, Rao was in defense of Situ Ye, but was also broken by this finger, and his body regressed.
"You ..." The second time, the psychic palm was broken again by Ning Wufeng's Zhentian Finger. He couldn't stand his face.
He had originally come to find his face, but he did not expect to be a stepping stone for Ning Wufeng.
choke……
Situ Ye shook his hand, and a flexible soft sword appeared in his hand. As the sword light danced, it turned into a bit of cold mang shot.
"Qingyang Jianjue."
The scorching aura of breath rushed out of his sword. The sword trick dance is like the white light of the sky, no one can see it at all, and the momentum is extremely horrified.
"Good swordsmanship," someone said in surprise.
"This is Stuart's famous sword tactic Qingyang sword tactic. Power even the old students praise it."
A smile also appeared on Zhao Liner's face, "This is Situ Ye's strength, and this boy is no longer lucky."
"Last time, I saw Situ Ye struck a three-year veteran student seriously with the help of Qingyang Jianjue." She added that Yu Guang in the corner of her eyes had been following Ye Yier's face On change.
Ye Yier Qiao's face suddenly showed a tense expression, and said, "He will be fine."
"He? Who?" Zhao Liner said deliberately and knowingly.
Ye Yier grabbed her corner of her clothes tightly and stared at the field.
Situ Ye's sword was too fast, making people dizzy. But if lost in his sword, let him be slaughtered.
Ning Wufeng grabbed it in the volley, and the annihilation gun appeared in his hands. The gunman was violently stirred, and Jin Mang burst out and shot at Situ Ye.
The sword dance moved, and the two afterimage battles became a ball. Situ Ye's grimer eyes became sharper, and Jian Guang moved faster and faster. In the end, even his entire arm could only see the shadows, which was unreal.
He forced Ning Wufeng to step back, and Jian Guang turned into an electric mang, tearing a wound on Ning Wufeng's arm.
"Good swordsmanship!" Some people immediately applauded.
It would be better if there was no wind.
Ye Yier's heart was tight.
"Damn, with Fanjie's pure Yang shooting, it was not Situ Ye's opponent at all." Ning Wufeng secretly said. For a time was forced to retreat.
Regardless, if you continue this way, you will definitely lose!
Ning Wufeng disregards hidden means.
Golden lotus fell and floated out.
In the midst of spiritual agitation, the golden gun burst out instantly on the annihilation gun. The spiritual power intertwined in the air was stained with golden strands, and as his gunman was stirred, it turned into a blossoming golden lotus and shot at Situ Ye.
Situ Ye finally managed to widen the gap between the two, and in a few more moves he was sure to win Ning Wufeng.
"Boy, wait for you to fall into my hands and let you die than to die!" Situ Ye thought sternly.
But the next moment, he instantly felt that Ning Wufeng's gunman became extremely sharp, his sharp momentum suddenly increased, and he immediately felt great pressure.
Why still?
Situ Ye's face changed greatly. What kind of marksmanship is this? He felt that his Qingyang swords were a little out of control, and he followed the waves in Ning Wufeng's interweaves.
The three spirits drew an eye-catching spiritual power, and an inch-long sword light and dazzling white light burst from the Qingyang sword.
But the blossoming golden lotus on the annihilation gun burst, the spiritual power on the Qingyang sword dimmed, and Situ snorted silently.
Zhentianzhi!
Ning Wufeng's guns were violently stirred with a finger.
Booming on Situ Ye's chest, Situ Ye shot out like a bow and arrow off the string, and hit him in the crowd.
"Failed?"
"Situ Xiaoshi lost?"
Everyone at the scene showed an unbelievable look, and Zhao Liner's small mouth grew so much that she could put eggs.
Situ Ye was defeated!
"My son, my son!"
A group of people rushed up to help him up.
"Let's go!" Situ Ye pushed all these people away fiercely, looking sternly at Ning Wufeng.
Damn boy, what makes him face!
"Are you okay." A soft voice suddenly sounded, and Situ Ye's eyes lit up suddenly.
"It's Ye Junzhu." Someone said immediately.
Situ Ye chased Ye Yier, this is no secret in the upper circle of the imperial capital.
"I'm fine." Situ Ye jumped in his heart and said, turning his head.
It turned out that he didn't know whether it was better to thank Ning Wufeng or hate him. It actually created an opportunity for him.
He turned his head and Ye Yier was watching them.
She came towards herself.
Even if you lose the world, but at least you. Situ Ye felt that he was the hero of the last story among the storytelling population.
"Rest assured, I won't fail." He clenched his fists tightly, staring at the beauty walking towards him.
However, Situ Ye suddenly discovered that Ye Yier's gaze was not just at himself, but behind him.
Ning Wufeng!
Ye Yier came over from Situ Ye, not even looking at him, and went straight towards Ning Wufeng.
"hateful!"
Situ Ye suddenly felt hot on his face. Zhao Liner gave Situ Ye a sympathetic look.
"You are also here." Ning Wufeng was a little surprised, but he was happy to see an acquaintance here.
Ye Yier looked at the wound on his arm and whispered, "Does it hurt? I have a miracle, please take it quickly."
She immediately took out a five-pin elixir and handed it to Ning Wufeng.
"Wu Pingan medicine, to treat a small scar?"
Someone couldn't help exclaiming at the scene. Ning Wufeng had nine transfers to Ming Wangjue's body, but was only cut a little by Jian Guang. But Ye Yier took out a Wupin Lingdan.
"No need." Ning Wufeng laughed. "I'm fine."
He suddenly felt embarrassed when he saw Ye Yier being so concerned about himself. There were countless jealous looks around.
There is also the strongest hatred.
It was Situ Ye. His eyes were spitting fire, but he did not expect that the goddess in his heart cared so much for this kid!
He was stunned and impulsive.
Ye Yier suddenly came to her senses, and found that she did make a big deal. And still in the eyes of everyone, she blushed and shoved her spirit into Ning Wufeng's hands, and hurried to her.
There was a roar of laughter all around.
Ning Wufeng held Ling Dan, scratching his head a little awkwardly, watching Ye Yier's back.
"I am going to kill you!"
A terrible murderous force came and fired, and Situ Ye's eyes spewed hot flames.