Chapter 155: Silver Dragon

Wu Mai's first stroke has been drawn. Feeling Ning Wufeng's gaze, he couldn't help sneering at the corner of his mouth.
And Lou Yuan has not yet started.
"No, no, just hurry and concede." Someone said politely.
At this time, Lou Yuan also moved.
Ning Wufeng's consciousness controlled his arm and drew the first stroke, with blue hair bursting out. His spiritual power was extremely weak, leaving traces on Yujian. It's just that the first line of spiritual power is a bit curved.
On the one hand, Ning Wufeng is not very familiar with the use of the God of Control for the first time;
But usually those who can master the consciousness are the monks, even if they control the blue or purple spirit pen.
"Haha, it's okay." Ye Qiu laughed immediately, looking at the twisted lines, "don't use a blue pen, just shame."
Lou Yuan's mood also fluctuated.
"Don't worry." Ning Wufeng secretly said, in the case of God control, his voice rang directly in Lou Yuan's heart.
Ning Wufeng slowly began to become familiar with the process of controlling the gods. The green spirit pen drew a few strokes in the air and gradually found some feelings.
At this time, Wu Mai had completed a small part of the spiritual array, and Yu Jian was glowing with radiance.
Although the spirit array has not yet been completed, the momentum of the Wupin Spirit Formation is already there.
At this time, two people came down on the third floor, one was a gold medal steward, he followed respectfully behind the other, and the other had a silver token hanging around his waist.
Silver elder order.
"What happened?" The man with the silver elder order was a young man, but in his twenties. Such a young man, who is already a silver medal elder, shows his talent.
He asked softly, the gold medal manager hurriedly told the young people all the causes and consequences.
The serving director of the gold plate knew in his heart that such a young man would become a silver elder, and the future of the young man was boundless, and it was just a matter of time to become a gold elder.
"Administrative rights?" A playful smile appeared on the youth's face. "Let's go and see."
They walked calmly.
"Huh?" The young man questioned gently. Although he was not a spiritual array master, his soul perception was several times that of ordinary people. He faintly felt that there was a mysterious connection between Ning Wufeng and Lou Yuan.
"Is it God?" He muttered secretly in his heart. How could it be God? Neither of them looked like the strength of the spirit state.
However, the fluctuation of this connection is indeed very similar to the consciousness of those spiritual monks he encountered in his daily life.
They quietly came over, and no one found it. Even if they found it, they were whispered to stop it.
"Haha, a poor boy in the countryside came to the capital to shame his eyes, and guys like you are not worthy of entering the capital." Ye Qiu sneered from time to time.
But these words fell into the young man's ears, causing him to frown suddenly.
However, at this time, the cyan spirit pen in Lou Yuan's hand had already painted the small half of the spirit array, and the lines became more and more uniform.
"He is obviously not a master of Wupin Spirit. How can he use a blue spirit pen?" The youth secretly said.
Neither the strength of Lou Yuan nor the fluctuation of his soul is enough to show that he has the qualification of Wupinling Formation Master.
But right now he does use the blue spirit pen to depict the spirit formation, which can only explain one problem: the teenager behind him shot.
No one in the field found anything unusual except him.
Everyone saw that Lou Yuan's use of blue spirit pens was getting smoother and smoother, and he couldn't help showing a surprised look.
"This time the ratio of stewardship rights is a bit interesting." Some gold stewards laughed.
A silver medal steward can use a cyan pen to exert his strengths comparable to silver medal elders.
Yu Guang, who was in the corner of Wu Mai's eyes, skimmed over. She couldn't help but feel a shock, her hands shaking, and the spirit front was also a little crooked.
"What's the matter?" He turned up a stormy sea, and he clearly remembered that when Lou Yuan entered the spirit temple, he was a master of Sanpin Spirit Formation.
How can I use the blue spirit pen now and paint it so well!
However, the blue spirit pen in his hand was chaotic, and the formation method was almost destroyed. Maid Wu calmed down quickly and carefully sketched.
On the other side, Ning Wufeng's control of the building became smoother and smoother, and the use of cyan pens became smoother.
Suddenly, he suddenly found that the pattern of the soul-stirring formation was traceable, but he couldn't say anything about it for a while. The feeling came slowly.
The blue pen in Lou Yuan's hand moved faster and faster, a white light appeared on his hand, and his speed was dazzling. For a moment, the speed of the sketched Ling Zhen had already surpassed Wu Mai.
A fine sweat leaked from Mai's nose, and it was his turn to be nervous this time.
How could this be?
How could this be?
He was in a turbulent sea, and he was not stubborn, and his face changed drastically. Seeing this, Ye Qiu also held his breath at this time.
After a long while, a light disappeared in Lou Yuan's hands. His almost shadowless hand stopped slowly.
The aura of light converges, and the team of spirits wins!
A click sounded, but Yu Jian in Wu Mai's hand cracked a fine crack.
"How can this be?" Wu Mai was even more anxious, he fell down and clicked, and Yu Jian exploded.
The Wupinling Formation is ruined!
"What's going on?" Everyone in the audience looked surprised.
Wu Mai's spirit formation actually failed, but Lou Yuan succeeded. The results of the test can be imagined.
"It seems that Wu Mai is just a vanity. Still thinking about the elders with silver medals." A gold medal manager immediately smiled politely.
They do not have the ability to improve themselves, nor can they see others advance. There was a mocking tone.
"Impossible!" Shouted Maid Wu, and he snarled at Ning Wufeng. "It must be a trick you have done, otherwise I can't lose."
He never expected that he would lose. The power of stewardship test, losing what it means to the superior, is the rejection of the order, is a relegation!
The tests in front of the subordinates all lost, what qualifications to lead them. Can only be obediently downgraded.
But for Wu Maid, it also meant that his future was also ruined. Not only did the silver medal elders fail, but the status of the gold medal steward could not be maintained.
"It must be a trick!" Ye Qiu was shocked at first, then he snapped, yelling at Ning Wufeng.
"Trick?" Ning Wufeng laughed. His tense consciousness was finally relaxed now. "Why do you say that I used tricks? In the eyes of everyone, I believe that the eyes of those present are clear. . "
Suddenly, Ning Wufeng felt a strong soul wave in the crowd. This soul wave was particularly violent, comparable to his previous consciousness.
Divine knowledge is the outward release of soul fluctuations.
Ning Wufeng's consciousness suddenly became tense again. He looked at the crowd, and he happened to meet the eyes of a young man. Immediately the intense soul wave disappeared.
It really is him!
Ning Wufeng was a little surprised.
"You ... you just use tricks, I will throw you all out!" Wu Mai growled hysterically, he couldn't afford to lose, "and you."
He pointed at Lou Yuan and yelled, "I will throw you out of the gate of the Spirit Temple. I will never step into the Spirit Temple for half a lifetime!"
"Where is the Spirit Guard?"
He growled.
There was a shadow around him, and the Spirit Guard appeared.
But go and grab him and Ye Qiu.
"What's going on?" Ye Qiu's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted, "My third uncle is a gold elder and you dare to touch me!"
But Ling Shenwei turned a deaf ear.
A way out of the crowd. The youth came over.
"Compete for the right of stewardship. If you lose, you lose." He said faintly, and the gold-ranked supervisor present was very moved to see him.
"I've seen Elder Silver Dragon."
The elders of gold medals shouted in unison.
Seeing the youth coming over, the Spirit Guard took him down. Wu Mai's face was suddenly dark, and he knew what the youth was.
The practice of Ling Shenwei has already represented his attitude.
"Yeyang City, Beixuan County still lacks a cabinet owner, please go over it." The young Yinlong said lightly, and the life and death of Wu Maid had already been set in a word.
From the gold medal of the imperial capital to the cabinet owner of an unknown town. Maid Wu was ten years old, and her hair was mostly gray.
Did he really lose this time?
"Let me go." Ye Qiu was still snarling, his face unwilling, "Do you know who my third uncle is? Will you rush me out?"
With a frown on Yinlong's brow, he said lightly, "Noisy, this person must not step into the Spirit Temple for half a lifetime."
He waved his hand, and immediately jumped Ye Qiu. Wu Mai's face was dragged down dimly.
"It's very interesting." Yin Long looked at Ning Wufeng, a smile on his cold face, "I hope to have a chance to chat with you."
Having said that, he turned and left.
The people around him also dispersed.
Ning Wufeng got the Beast Dan and turned out of the Spirit Temple. Lou Yuan looked at his back, his fists clenched tightly.
He bet it right!
And Ning Wufeng had just stepped out of the gate of the Spirit Temple, and came over to a lean old man, a decent robe, and cut it properly. Hair was scrupulously scrupulous and energetic.
"Dare to ask, but son Ning Wufeng?" The old man stopped in front of Ning Wufeng and asked. The tone was not humble or overbearing, but the momentum that he sent out intentionally or unintentionally made Ning Wufeng immediately feel the crisis.
Purple Lake Realm Strong!
His pupils shrunk. Although he had encountered a lot of monks in the Purple Lake before, it did not give him a sense of lethal crisis, but from the old man he felt a sense of lethal crisis.
The old man seemed to come here casually, but all the escape routes around him were blocked for a moment, as long as he escaped one step. The old man could seriously hurt him with one move, and the second move might cost him his life.
"I am," Ning Wufeng said in a deep voice. "Dare to ask the seniors ..."
Before he finished speaking, the old man interrupted him.
"My master wants to see you, please come with me." There was an irrefutable determination in his tone.