Chapter 219: Ye Zhiqiu

Tianmeng opened two consecutive victories, and both were Jedi counterattacks. The victory was very comedic.
Many people in the audience are boiling, especially those who have won two games in a row with Tianmeng.
Ye Zhiqiu in the VIP compartment was even more crazy, shouting loudly: "How can I lose! Find me Lingchan!"
His men immediately trot to ask Toad.
At this time, the discerning people also saw that the remaining slump in the Tianmeng. Tianmeng now has only two active combat powers, and they are still new.
This kind of strength, want to achieve results in today's invitation to the moon banquet, is tantamount to night.
"Well, it's a pity that Ning Wufeng didn't come. Otherwise, there is something to watch." Someone shook his head with regret.
"Yeah, these two little dolls are not interesting."
The battle between Tianmeng and Wenmeng was placed behind the other two groups. The first round of tests were all over and it was almost midnight.
Spirit League, White League and Fire League came last. The six alliances such as Heaven, Emperor, War, Wen, Jun and Youth stood out.
Zihu Yaomu stretched her waist and went back to make up for her sleep.
Ning Wufeng sat in the compartment in the southeast corner alone, drinking and drinking. When the people in the field had walked clean, he slowly walked out of the compartment.
Just out of the cubicle, I met a middle-aged person.
He leaned against the staircase, and looked sideways at the empty pit-dock, and an air of arrogance emanated.
Ning Wufeng frowned slightly.
A cursing voice came, and Ye Zhiqiu, the grandfather of the Ye family, came forward. His face was extremely ugly. He lost 50 to 60 million spirit stones in one night, and his heart was filled with fire.
Ning Wufeng glanced at him, and he shouted immediately: "Boy, what are you looking at, believe it or not, I have killed you!"
He looks fierce.
Ning Wufeng chuckled slightly, he was not seriously injured, so he didn't want to have general knowledge with such people. Leaned towards the side of the stairway, giving way for Ye Zhiqiu and others.
However, Ye Dashao was burning in anger, deliberately squeezed over, hit him, and shouted: "Good boy, dare you hit me, find death!"
He punched straight at Ning Wufeng's door.
Ning Wufeng's face changed, one side of the figure, hiding from the past, and he became more firm in his heart.
"Dare to hide!" Ye Zhiqiu sighed, and suddenly felt full of face.
Normally, his strength is extremely "very strong". Even the elders in the nursing home are not his opponents, and today they will be planted in the hands of this young man.
"Good strength!" Ye Zhiqiu sighed, "Even a monk in the purple lake can't escape the punch of this boy, you actually hid!"
Ning Wufeng chuckled, and found that Ye Dasuo was also interesting. He was mediocre. When fighting with him, the elders of the nursing home mostly let him, but he did not expect to develop his habit of looking at everything.
He always thought that martial arts were world-wide, and esteemed his peers. And most of the people around him wanted to stab him, who would dare to shoot him. You know that behind him is the Ye family, one of the four great families.
"My son." The guard behind knew it, and immediately rushed forward, stopped Ye Zhiqiu, and said, "You youngster, how can you let your son do it, just leave it to us."
This group of guards are all monks in the Purple Lake Realm, and among them are the monks in the Divine Realm who secretly protect them.
Ye Zhiqiu watched the match one night, and he was already in anger. He yelled, "Hum, get out of this way. My son wants to come by myself today."
He spoke loudly, and rushed towards Ning Wufeng.
The guard behind him quickly shouted, "You boy, you have to be careful. This is our grandfather Ye family. Since the grandfather has accomplished his studies, there are no three enemies. You must be careful."
He deliberately pointed out that Ye Zhiqiu was the son of the Ye family, so how could he dare to shoot instead.
At the same time, Ning Wufeng felt a momentum covering his body, very strong, and he was a monk in the spirit state! Apparently, those who protected Ye Zhiqiu secretly were warning him.
He raised a brow, a smile on his face, and turned his fists to block Ye Zhiqiu's offensive. He didn't heal his serious injury, so he couldn't give up his shot.
With a bang, Ye Zhiqiu stepped back a few steps. When his face changed, Li shouted, "Good strength."
As soon as he was in shape, a spirit burst out suddenly, and the momentum instantly locked Ning Wufeng.
Ning Wufeng's pupils shrank, feeling Ye Dasha's strength changed.
"what happened?"
He saw those guards with surprised expressions, apparently did not expect Ye Zhiqiu's strength to suddenly become stronger.
"Let you see, hero Ye Zhiqiu's nirvana: One leaf knows Qiu!" Ye Zhiqiu yelled, his whole body was full of blue tendons, and he turned his hands to Ning Wufeng.
Ning Wufeng's face sank, watching the broken spiritual power whistling out of intertwined leaves, one of which was extremely sharp, and locked him tightly.
Monk Purple Lake!
Unexpectedly, the strength of Ye Zhiqiu's outbreak was comparable to that of Monk Purple Lake.
Nine turns to Ming Wang Jue!
Ning turned the spirit power painlessly, and Jiu Zhuan Ming Wang Jue moved quickly.
At this time, with a creak, the handrail of the staircase suddenly broke, and the sawdust drifted out, just shooting towards the fallen leaves.
The sawdust was so small that it could not be seen at all. But Ning Wufeng could clearly feel that the power of the fallen leaves was weakened by the sawdust.
Good strength!
He looked at the middle-aged man leaning against the stairs. Then a bang, Yu Weizhen, who had fallen leaves, sat on the ground. The old wound was involved, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.
"Haha." Ye Zhiqiu laughed proudly and pointed at Ning Wufeng disdainfully; "You just want to fight with this son, you can't help it."
Looking at Ning Wufeng howling, he led a group of people away.
"The immortal Li family?" Ning Wufeng's consciousness heard a muttered whisper in midair. It was a consciousness-level communication that most people couldn't hear.
After Ye Zhiqiu and others left, Ning Wufeng looked at the middle-aged man leaning against the stairwell, and Shen said, "Thank you for your help."
The man turned back, smiled slightly at him, and said, "It's just a matter of raising a hand. It must be Ning Wufeng."
Ning Wufeng frowned, looked at him doubtfully, and asked, "Exactly, dare to ask the seniors?" He felt that the people in front of him were not hostile to him.
Undead Li's? He secretly wondered, sure he had never seen the man.
"Under Li Yao. I don't know if the little brothers are interested in sitting down and chatting?" The middle-aged man casually sat on the stairs.
At this time, the Lord Tang came over, carrying wine and delicacies, and put it on the stairs. Then, with a slight smile on Ning Wufeng, he left.
"I do not know what the predecessors have taught?" Ning Wufeng asked. Sit down immediately, it seems that this person came specifically for him today.
Li Yao personally poured wine for him, opened the delicious food in the food box, and laughed: "Let's just sit on the floor like this, how about talking first?"
Ning Wufeng didn't know what drum he was playing in the stomach, and immediately made it patiently.
"Why did the little brother choose to join the Tianmeng?" Li Yao took a sip of wine and asked softly. His voice is very magnetic, making it very comfortable to listen to.
"Tianmeng?" Ning Wufeng groaned for a moment and laughed: "It should be fate."
"Fate?"
Li Yao chuckled, and tasted his delicacies. Bancai said: "If I have a way to heal your injuries, how confident are you that you can take Tianmeng out of this moon invitation?"
"Cure my injury?" Ning Wufeng wrinkled and said immediately, "Is the senior kidding me?"
"There are two days after tomorrow's invitation to the banquet. Predecessors must have seen it. The injuries on the younger are definitely not so fast and good." Ning Wufeng said lightly.
The injury can't be so fast and good. How easy is it to want to emerge from the powerful imperialist alliance, war alliance and cultural alliance?
"Two days." Li Yao raised and said, "If I am confident that you can recover from injuries within two days, then you will have the opportunity to participate in the final competition."
"An unwritten rule in the invitation to the banquet, maybe you can drive." Li Yao laughed lightly, sipping sake, looking extremely leisurely.
"Two days." Ning Wufeng's face moved and he couldn't help it, it was absolutely false. Only when Tianmeng has entered the top three, he will have the opportunity to participate in the pilgrimage feast, otherwise the quota will be monopolized and he will lose such an opportunity.
Without the opportunity of a pilgrimage, there is no possibility of attacking the top of the list. It is difficult to reach the core secrets of the Imperial Academy.
If he was waiting for a year, he would still have the opportunity to attend the pilgrimage, but it was too late for him!
Ning Wufeng's face changed, and Shen Sheng asked, "I don't know what the seniors need from the younger ones?"
He looked at Li Yao, but there was no trace of information in Li Yao's eyes.
Some are light and light.
"You haven't answered my question yet." Li Yao smiled and looked at him.
"Nine percent of it!"
Ning Wufeng resolutely said that the former three alliances may not be possible against the Imperial League, but the League of War and the League of Literature are still worthy of a battle.
As long as the top three are won, even if there is an opportunity. Pilgrimage can be prepared again!
"Nine percent?" Li Yao's eyes showed a touch of light, and he grinned, "Okay, I didn't really see the wrong person."
"As for what I want you to do, wait until you have led Tianmeng to win the first three and then say, if you did not win, then you will have to pay the price of life for my medicine." Li Yao's voice was Ning Wufeng sounded.
"Even if the Imperial Academy wants to protect you, you can't keep it!"
He had gone far, but his voice was still echoing in Yueyuelou.
A small red bottle was placed on the steps in front of it, and the workmanship was extremely delicate, with a wooden stopper.
"Elixir!"
Three small letters were engraved on the red bottle.
"Do you think you can believe it?" Ning Wufeng seemed to speak into the air.
Undead Li's, he didn't know what it was about.
Why Li Yao must let him lead Tianmeng into the top three, he is not clear.
"Maybe I can believe it." Xiao Ziyi stepped out from the compartment behind him.
"why?"
"Because he is from the undead Li family."