Chapter 267: Black hand

Zhao Jun slowly got up from the chair with an incredible look on his face and stared straight at the ring.
"Brother Zhao, brother won!"
After a short while, Ruan Yue watched Ning Wufeng, who was standing proudly on the platform, shouted in surprise. She was cheering with joy, and Ning Wufeng defeated Zhao Wuji, which made her feel happier than she won.
She feels like a dream, but why is this dream so real? The disciples around Tianmen all boiled in an instant.
Zhao Wuji and Dimeng oppressed Tianmeng for several years. Tianmeng declined day by day until Ning Wufeng appeared and turned around.
To this day, they have witnessed Ning Wufeng defeating Zhao Wuji!
Compared to Tianmeng's cheering, the male eunuch, who should have announced the result, seemed to be choked, and opened his mouth.
A series of congratulations to the three princes were already prepared, but who knows that the three princes actually lost!
"Senior can announce the result?" Ning Wufeng said lightly.
"Win ... win." The old extruded from his throat and said.
He immediately stepped off the high platform and helped Zhao Wou-ki up.
Qin Xinghui slowly stepped down from the high platform, came to Ning Wufeng, and said lightly, "I didn't expect it was really surprising."
He sighed softly and shook his head. I don't know if he is dissatisfied with Zao Wou-ki or Ning Wufeng.
"It seems I underestimated you." Qin Xinghui turned away and turned away.
A group of students from Tianmeng immediately rushed to the platform, raised Ning Wufeng, threw it into the air, and then caught it.
"Win, win, we win!" Everyone shouted.
Ning Wufeng defeated Zao Wou-ki, and at this time was already the first of Zhao's younger generation.
Tianmeng everyone was also cheering. Then one came forward, whispered in Ning Wufeng's ear, and said, "Someone is looking for you."
Ning Wufeng turned his head and looked away, not far away, a group of people in Jinyihuafu, the style of Qilang Shenyun, is obviously rich or expensive.
The old man headed angrily black hair, rolled black python robe, exuding the momentum of not being angry. The momentum is so strong that Ning Wufeng feels even less than Ye Qiongtian.
"People of Daqin?" Zhao Jun also saw it at this time, and murmured in confusion.
Ning Wufeng frowned slightly. Seeing that the old man was staring at him, apparently letting him pass. He moved, but was held down by Zhao Jun.
"Be careful." Zhao Jun whispered, at this time Daqin Lairen must be an enemy and a friend, so he was a bit uneasy.
Ning Wufeng nodded gently, and in the large court, expected the people of the Great Qin Empire to dare not treat him? Otherwise it will cause anger, not what they can afford!
Thinking of this, he walked over.
The old man with dark-haired python robe looked down at the ground with his dim eyes. Ning Wufeng walked by, still unmoved, looking at the ground from the ground up.
"I don't know what you are looking for?" Ning Wufeng asked lightly.
The dark-haired man didn't speak.
Ning Wufeng asked again, but still didn't reply.
Since they came to find themselves, now they come here. It's still the first look of Laozi in the world. Ning Wufeng couldn't help snorting, uncle, I wasn't waiting.
Thinking of this, Ning Wufeng turned and left.
"Bold!" He drank aloud behind him, and three powerful moments crushed him instantly. The strongest of the three purple lakes!
Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly. Turned and looked at the dark-haired old man.
At this time, he looked up leisurely, looked at Ning Wufeng, his voice hoarse, and said, "You are Ning Wufeng?"
"The top of the list is not something you can touch. I hope you better be a little self-aware."
Ning Wufeng felt a qualitative look at himself, the turbulent momentum rolled like tide, and the feeling of depression made him breathless.
The strongest in the spirit world!
He trembled, slowly looking up at the old man with black hair, and asked in a deep voice, "What does this mean?"
"You can think that it is threatening you." The old man with black lips raised his lips slightly and said coldly.
Ning Wufeng looked wrinkled, staring at the strong pressure of the old man with black hair, and smiled: "Why, are you not confident in the strength of your son Qin?"
"Fart!" A big man behind the old man with black hair yelled, pointing at Ning Wufeng and scolding, "You just don't have ten of these stupid boys against us!"
"In this case, you don't need to come to me." Ning Wufeng said quietly.
"You little beast, me!" The big man looked dumb, screamed angrily, and was full of spiritual power, and he wanted to teach Ning Wufeng a meal.
But the old man with black hair waved and blocked him.
"We just don't want to hurt the innocent." The dark-haired old man said lightly, "If you are willing to give up the last match, we can recommend you to go to the academies and sects of the Great Qin Empire, which is definitely ten times better than Zhao Guo."
He smiled slightly and looked at Ning Wufeng resolutely. It is difficult for any one of Zhao Guo to refuse this reason.
Zhao Guo is just a land of projectiles, and Da Qin is the real ocean. More opportunities, more challenges, have great temptation to ordinary monks, especially young men like Ning Wufeng.
"Oh?" Ning Wufeng frowned, and asked, "What do I need to do?"
"I want you to lose." The dark-haired old man seemed to be talking about a trivial matter. He looked at Ning Wufeng and laughed: "With your talent, there is definitely more room for exerting your skills in the Qin Empire. I Believe that you are a smart person and you will know how to choose. "
The words "I want you to lose" made Ning Wufeng's pupils shrink slightly.
The old man with black hair held his hands on his chest, and looked like he was calm and calm. A faint word represented the will of the big Qin forces behind him.
Ning Wufeng jumped brow sharply, as if sharp on his back, his face moved slightly: "You think Qin Xinghui will win, why did you come to me?"
The old man with black hair patted Ning Wufeng's shoulders, put it in his ear, and said lightly, "For some reason, we want 100% victory."
After all, he turned and left, and the big man behind him did not forget to grin his teeth and threaten Ning Wufeng as he left.
I want you to lose!
The four words are not too heavy for Ning Wufeng's heart, and still he has lost capital to this day?
Behind him is Tian Meng, Zhao Guo, who is about to break, and the lives of hundreds of millions of souls.
How can great rivers and mountains be handed to others. Ning Wufeng knew that he did not have the ability to purify the world, but Zhao Guoping loved his people and those he loved. For them, Ning Wufeng couldn't afford to lose!
Qin's power is powerful, but powerful, not an excuse to give up resistance!
Ning Wufeng clenched his fists, at this time Ruan Yue and others all came up and looked at him with a concerned look.
"Are you all right?" Ruan Yue asked softly. They glanced cautiously, leaving the dark-haired old man alone.
Before that, the pressure from the old man was too heavy.
Ning Wufeng shook his head gently and said, "I'm fine."
But the words did not fall, his body shook and his face turned pale. A shower of blood spurted out, and the blood splashed three feet away.
"Master Ning!" Shouted Ruan Yue and others.
Ning Wufeng only felt that the same body of spiritual fire was burning hot in the body, and the consciousness and veins would be burned. Soon, the voices of Ruan Yue and others began to become inaudible in Ning Wufeng's ears.
Pain, painful heartache.
It's him!
Ning Wufeng gritted his teeth and trembled violently, thinking of the four words "I want you to lose!"
When the old man with black hair left, he patted him a few times. With the strength of the monk in the state of spirit, he was able to hide the spiritual power in his palm and wait for them to detonate.
In this way, even if Zhao Jun and others guessed that they had moved their hands and feet, but still dare not take this group of people from the Great Qin Empire!
"Little master!"
...
Ning Wufeng was suddenly badly injured, and there was an uproar in the field.
Zhao Jun's face was terribly gloomy. Obviously, this was a plot of the Great Qin Empire. He yelled angrily: "Animals!"
However, he was helpless.
"Quickly, take it to the undead Li's house." Zhao Jun suddenly looked up and sang loudly.
The phantom behind him hoisted Ning Wufeng scurryingly.
"No ... don't." Ning said effortlessly, waved his hands and said.
Before he finished speaking, Qin Xinghui walked down slowly on the high platform.
He glanced at Ning Wufeng, who was twitching, and couldn't help laughing, and said, "What? Is this about to escape? The last match is about to begin."
"Despicable!" Lin Yuqing bit her silver teeth lightly and sang.
"I won't ... give up." Ning gritted his teeth without a wind, the spirit fire raged in his body, the longer the delay, the greater the harm.
Qin Xinghui moved slightly, chuckling, "Strength, background is also part of strength."
"I won't let you do it." Ning shook his crown without a wind, burning the pain of the meridians flexibly, making him scream.
"Really?" Qin Xinghui raised his lips slightly and smiled lightly. He shrugged indifferently, and smiled coldly, "I'll wait for you to challenge me."
"But I'm afraid I can't wait for such a pilgrimage. Haha."
He laughed recklessly.
Ruan Yue and others glared, Ning Wufeng glanced at Zhao Jun, and gritted his teeth: "Brother, help me delay any time, I will come back!"
The pilgrimage feast, the people of the Great Qin Empire were so disregarded of their identity. Ning Wufeng's anger in his heart had far surpassed the wanton spiritual fire burning in his body.
Watching Qin Xinghui look so proud, Ning Wufeng can't wait to hit him with a hammer! But not now.
"Let's go!" Ning Wufeng said in a deep voice.
The master of the purple lake under Zhao Jun helped Ning Wufeng leave the ring in a hurry.
At this time, the spirit fire in his body was raging, and he was a fierce hand under the masters of the spirit, sent to the undead Li's house, and he may not be able to cure with the undead spirit medicine.
Right now, looking at the entire emperor's capital, only one person can save him!