Chapter 149: Ling Court

Situ Ye rushed forward, shaking his momentum.
At this time, Ruan Yue and Wan Shi also rushed forward.
"Situ Ye, if you provoke our younger brother again and again, don't worry about us. You still have to look good as an old student." Ruan Yue said coldly.
An old student of the Imperial Academy attacked a new student like a mad dog. What more face!
Ruan Yue uttered the momentum of killing, and Wan Shi's momentum was like an abyss. The two momentums were intertwined and swept the audience.
Suddenly the people's faces changed all around. The sky-lost camel was bigger than a horse, and it wasn't for human slaughter!
Situ Wu glanced forward step by step, holding Situ Ye, shaking his head gently. He is a madman, not a lunatic. Pushing it this way, the fish's dead net is broken, which is not good for them.
"Hum!" Situ Ye snorted coldly, suppressing the anger in his heart, "You wait for me!"
A group of Situ's people disappeared into the crowd.
The people around him also spread out one after another.
"Somewhat interesting." The elder elder with closed eyes opened his eyes and said quietly as Ning Wufeng left the back.
The next day, Ning Wufeng did not forget to inquire about Zhao Wuqing's whereabouts, but they did not seem to have arrived at the capital.
"Take you to Lingge today. Every disciple who is new to the palace can choose one." Ruan Yue said with a smile.
Today, she is dressed in a pale cyan training suit, with three thousand blue silks casually clasped behind her head, looking capable.
"Where's Brother Wanshi?" Ning asked subconsciously, he felt they were always inseparable.
"He went to help the teacher."
The Ling Pavilion is the place where the imperial palace of the imperial palace was concealed. It is said to be the largest spiritual pavilion of Zhao Kingdom, which is larger than that of the Taoist palace. It is rumored that there will be stubbles in the spirit pavilions of Zhao Guozhong.
Ning Wufeng took a breath and looked up at the towering building. There are nine floors, each of which is over thirty meters high.
Above the seventh layer is already submerged into the clouds.
"The six floors of the Ling Pavilion of the Imperial Palace are open to students. All the spiritual tricks can be redeemed as long as they have contributed the corresponding contribution value. But the seventh floor is only open to elders and students with outstanding contributions. . "
"As for the eighth floor, only the top of the list every three years is eligible to enter. The ninth floor is said to be the same as the eighth floor. But no one has been involved so far." Ruan Yue whispered.
Towering into the clouds, the pedestrians came and went in a hurry, and no one paid special attention to Ning Wufeng and Ruan Yue.
"Go, let's go in." Ruan Yue approached Lingge with Ning Wufeng.
"Show your identity."
The guard at the door stopped them. The interesting thing is that this guard is not a real person, and the bronze cymbals, holding swordsmen in hand, tirelessly stopped everyone who was traveling with them.
"Yan is the product of two great skills, array formation and Royal Beast. It is rare in Zhao Guo." Ruan Yue laughed.
Ning Wufeng was the first time to see such a bronze urn, and when he released his consciousness, he could feel an amazing wave in the bronze urn.
"You don't have to test their strength easily. Even the monks in the Purple Lake Realm, they can bombard them on the spot. This is the outstanding work of the dean." Ruan Yue laughed.
She walked in front and placed her academic token on the jade, and the jade glowed. The bronze immediately gave her the way.
Ning Wufeng passed through like a gourd.
"What a coincidence, Miss Ruan Yue. I didn't expect to meet you here, I think we really have a fate."
A young man came face to face, dressed as a Confucian, with a square scarf on his head, a gentleman's sword around his waist, and a gentle robe coming slowly.
There was a smile on his face. However, Ning Wufeng obviously felt that Ruan Yue's face had changed, as if she had not seen anyone, she turned to one side.
Ning Wufeng also took the time to keep up. The Confucian student behind looked at Ning Wufeng, and there was a hint of shade in his eyes. A sword step forward and stopped in front of them.
"Fang Yingcai, what is the way?" Ruan Yue glanced at him without giving him a good look.
Fang Yingcai still had a smile on her face and said, "Miss Ruan Yue, I haven't seen you for a long time. I really miss you. Is this?"
He pretended to be surprised and said Ning Wufeng.
"I don't have time to accompany you right now, you still obediently get away." Ruan Yue pushed him away politely.
"let's go."
Fang Yingcai was pushed aside, and everyone around him gave him a playful look. He couldn't stop his face for a moment, staring at the wonderful figure of Ruan Yue leaving, and said viciously in his heart: "Dead girl, if it falls into my hands, let you know what is really powerful!"
He clenched his fists tightly, and the blue muscles on the back of his hands were violent.
"Who's the older sister?" Ning Wufeng asked Ruan Yue carefully when he saw that Ruan Yue's face was very unsightly.
"Huh, a scum of Wenmeng. You better not deal with him." Ruan Yue said angrily.
She pointed to the stairs and said, "Go up, I'll wait for you over there. New students can choose a magic trick, but here is the token of the teacher, you can borrow another one."
After all, she handed a purple-gold token to Ning Wufeng, which is also the benefit of Tianmeng.
"Thank you, sister."
Ning Wufeng went down the stairs to the second floor.
In the eyes is a row of purple jade bookshelves, divided into countless small cells. Each small cell is protected by a matrix method, and Ling Jue Jade is suspended in the middle. There are small mosquitoes on the side explaining this magic formula.
It is indeed the Imperial Academy, and the number of spirits in this row of bookshelves alone far exceeds all the spirits in Jiangning House.
"Little brother, what a coincidence. I met you again." Fang Yingcai's voice suddenly rang behind Ning Wufeng.
Ning Wufeng raised a brow and said, "I've met Brother Fang."
It is one thing to go everywhere, and it is another thing to do it. Fang Ying didn't provoke him, and he didn't have to show an attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away.
"Haha, my brother is a freshman this year?" Fang Yingcai asked. "Seeing my brother's charm and charm, don't you know the name?"
"Ning Wufeng." Ning Wufeng nodded.
"Lingning?" Fang Yingcai muttered in his heart. He searched all the family gates in the two counties, as if there was no surname Ning.
"I don't know where my master came from?"
"Jiang Ningfu, South Vietnam."
Another place I have never heard of, Fang Yingcai has determined that this kid is a poor guy without status.
In that case, don't blame me for being rude.
Fang Yingcai still had a bright smile on her face, and said, "Is Brother Ning here to find a spiritual solution? So is Miss Ruan Yue, so why don't I stay with you? It takes a lot of flowers to look at the huge Lingge. eye."
He seemed to blame Ruan Yue in his tone, but inadvertently showed his relationship with Ruan Yue, not a close person, can he say that she is bad in front of Brother Ruan Yue?
At the same time, it narrowed the distance between Ning Wufeng.
"Sister Shi also has something to do, so don't delay her time too much." Ning Wufeng laughed, in fact Ruan Yue had already told him, but Ning Wufeng hoped to find it by himself, he didn't want to reveal too many secrets.
After all, the less you know, the better.
But the Lingge of the Imperial Academy was too big, a little unexpected.
"I just want to find a spiritual cultivator, and I will pay for my diligence. I believe that I can achieve something." Ning Wufeng said firmly.
But Fang Yingcai scolded inwardly: Silly boy, he didn't even know the importance of Lingjue. Since you don't know, leave me alone. Let you come so close to Ruan Yue.
He turned his eyes and said solemnly: "How can my brother think so? The first spirit tactic is so important, how can he be sloppy. Now that he has seen it, he can't ignore it."
"Go, I'll recommend a few for you." Fang Yingcai pulled Ning Wufeng's sleeves and walked over.
I walked around the second floor of the University and went up to the third floor. Fang Yingcai recommended Ning Wufeng five or six copies in a row, but none were satisfied.
Looking at Ning Wufeng a little discouraged. He secretly said: things are going to be done.
"Brother Ning, since you are dissatisfied. Let's see, in the face of Miss Ruan Yue, Brother takes you to a place. This is a secret of our cultural alliance, you don't want to show it everywhere."
Fang Yingcai looked at Ning Wufeng squarely and said word by word, obviously extremely cautious. Ning Wufeng nodded heavily.
Ruan Yue already reminded him to stay away from Fang Yingcai. But he still wondered what this guy was going to do.
After all, Fang Yingcai was really familiar with Lingge. The spiritual tricks he recommended before are all flashy, but they don't seem too obvious. Even others will refuse.
And Ning Wufeng's choice of spirits, he can also talk about the bad things, his thoughts.
There is a limit to the choice of spirits for the entrance of Xuegong. It is impossible for students to choose some high-level spirits at will. On the one hand, it is difficult to practice high-level spiritual tactics, and on the other hand, high-level spiritual tactics have spread a lot and are easy to leak, which is not good for the school.
Ning Wufeng simply agreed to Fang Yingcai and went with him to see the so-called secret.
Hooked.
Fang Yingcai secretly said. But there was a cautious and tangled look on his face. He led Ning Wufeng through the sixth floor, went to a small staircase, went upstairs, and there was a cubicle in front of him.
There is actually a small compartment above the sixth floor. Ning Wufeng secretly secretly said. This compartment is exactly between the sixth and seventh floors, and it is indeed very secretive.
What's more different is that there is an old man sitting at the door of this compartment. Ning Wufeng thought he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.
It's strange. Usually monks never forget, not to mention Ning Wufeng also possesses consciousness and Yuanshen.
There is only one possibility, this man's strength is too much higher than him.
Ning Wufeng was secretly shocked, and it seemed that Fang Ying didn't fool himself where he brought him. But why did he help himself.
"Elder, Wen Meng Fang Yingcai came with his younger brother to pick out the spirit formula." Fang Yingcai said respectfully.
A qualitative light flashed on both of them instantly.