Chapter 152: Insult

"Master ... brother." Liu Wenchuan muttered, but suddenly found that his little brother had gone out.
"Be careful," Ruan Yue said softly.
Ning Wufeng nodded, since he could not escape. Then come more violently. Just try the power of Vientiane Sen Luo Yin.
"It was him." Someone immediately recognized Ning Wufeng, who was fighting Situ Ye at the admissions office that day.
He is the one with the highest voice in this freshman.
Zao Wou-ki's three moves. Situ Ye's challenge became the name of Ning Wufeng.
He grinned bitterly, but in the end it was all these troubles.
"I hope Brother Ning can defeat the old students, so that our new students can also raise their eyebrows and exhale." Someone whispered.
The new students are not slaughtered by anyone, they are equally proud.
"Hey, how could it be so easy. These old students are all prepared, I think 80% are going to lose. Just don't lose too badly." Some people shook their heads in frustration.
The old and new exchange meeting, known as the "killing sharp society" in the background, is to kill the new spirit of this group.
Situ Shan poured a glass of wine for himself, and gave Ning Wufeng a playful look. He did not believe that the freshman could defeat his third brother.
But Situ Ye's true meaning of fist almost overnight, really did not let him.
"Ning Wufeng, many people say that you stepped on the heads of Brother Zhao and me, and hope you don't let me down today." Situ Ye said lightly.
He seemed to explain to everyone that he had never lost to Ning Wufeng.
Ning Wufeng chuckled and shrugged, "I didn't want to step on anybody's head, but some people walked on the stepping stones willingly.
There was a burst of laughter all around. Situ Ye actively invited Zhan Ningwufeng to become the stepping stone in his mouth?
"I hope you will have the confidence to say such a word later!" Situ Ye snorted coldly.
The psychic fist burst out, and the barbaric bear roared, showing up in his intertwined punches.
Ling Tian stood with his sword in his eyes, staring at Ning Wufeng scorchingly.
This guy's improvement in power is really getting scarier.
Ning Wufeng had a physical movement, there was not much place in the field, and the advantage of body style didn't spread much. A dark mark came out of his hands,
"Vientiane Sen Luo Yin!"
Situ Shan, who immediately sat in the first place, stood up, and the boy actually practiced Vientiane Sen Luoyin. Immediately, there was another playful smile on his face.
The fellows of the other alliances all showed shocked eyes, and then some people's faces immediately showed compassion.
"Damn, how did this guy choose this set of tricks!" Ruan Yue also changed his face and muttered eagerly.
"Sister, what's wrong?" Liu Wenchuan asked in amazement. Apparently, Ning Wufeng's shot, he felt the extraordinaryness of this set of spirits.
Ruan Yue's face changed, she shook her head and said, "Vientiane Sen Luoyin is an ancient magic formula. It is not so easy to practice. The key is that the ancient magic formula is placed in the cubicle over there. How can a young master find out? "
In the opposite Wenmeng League, Fang Ying only showed his ridicule, and he did not expect that the boy really cultivated Vientiane Sen Luo Yin.
Liu Wenchuan also looked surprised, but did not expect Ning Wufeng to practice the ancient spirit tactics. This is a dead end for the monks now.
"Printing Vientiane Sen Luo is easy, but it is more difficult to exert its power." Situ Shan said lightly.
He also chose this spirit formula at that time, but later gave up.
Ning Wufeng also heard his words clearly, his face moved slightly. Vientiane Sen Luoyin interweaves out, and the faint rays of light intertwine.
Vientiane Sen Luo, strangely, crushed to Situ Ye.
"Boy, I didn't expect you to be so lucky, Vientiane Sen Luoyin, haha." Situ Ye laughed, he could already see himself stepping on Ning Wufeng under his feet and trampled on his dignity.
Ning Wufeng naturally noticed that the expressions of the people had changed, and Fang Ying was really unwilling. But I'm afraid I'll let them down.
"Psychic fist!"
Situ Ye's fists roared out, and the shadows were intertwined. The wild bear growled and trampled towards Ning Wufeng.
In his view, Vientiane Sen Luoyin is nothing but a flower shelf, it has no name.
"Tear, trample!" Situ Ye growled coldly.
The true meaning of the fist approaching the realm is extremely shocking. This is the strength of the old students of the Imperial Academy.
Many freshmen have been discouraged.
The dispute between old and new is simply nonsense. Why is it that a new student is an enemy?
Situ Shan smiled slightly.
"Do you think that the power of Vientiane Sen Luo Yin is only this little?" Ning said coldly without a wind, and his voice spread lightly.
"Vientiane Sen Luo Yin, the first change!"
The small black seal in his hand was instantly enlarged, and a horrifying power burst out. The speed of Vientiane Sen Luo Yin has increased with the naked eye, and the interlaced mysterious patterns have become increasingly clear.
Yi Yin suppressed it and slammed into the wild bear.
With a bang, the phantom of the wild bear was shattered.
With a short sigh, Situ Ye drew back and spit out with a burst of blood.
"what!"
Everyone present was shocked. The surprise on the faces of a group of old students became more obvious. How could it be?
The first change in Vientiane Sen Luoyin was actually practiced!
Ruan Yue's face also showed incredible color. Vientiane Sen Luo Yin, which had not been cultivated for many years, was rather cultivated.
Fang Yingcai had the most wonderful look. He had a cold smile on his face, and wanted to see Ning Wufeng appear ugly, and he was organizing sarcasm. At this point, his eyes widened, and a salted duck egg could be stuffed in his wide mouth.
what happened?
What just happened?
Fang Yingcai still had an incredible look on his face.
"It seems that the Tianmeng is about to rise." Hua Qiubo said lightly, and this remark was not in the mind of Fang Yingcai.
Rise?
Can he say he is the originator? Without him, Ning Wufeng would never know the ancient magic tricks, nor would he practice Vientiane Sen Luo Yin.
Now he is dumb to eat Coptis chinensis, and he can't say anything.
If it were to be said, Situ Shan and the Imperial League would absolutely crush him. Even Wenmeng will not let him go.
Situ Ye's complexion changed, and in the eyes, he lost to Ning Wufeng again. He was still violently slamming, and slammed against the blood, and the whole man fell straight to the ground.
"Passed out?" Someone said in surprise.
Unexpectedly, the dignified Situ family son was actually fainted. The first Situ Shan's face pulled down instantly.
"Situ's night suffered a lot of injuries in the demon forest some days ago. He may have been anxious for a while, and affected the old injury." He said softly, and found an excuse for Situ's loss.
But he looked at Ning Wufeng's gaze instantly and became gloomy. Tianmeng actually recruited such junior juniors, it!
Ning Wufeng ignored Situ Shan's eyes and returned to his seat.
Liu Wenchuan hurriedly came over and said cheerfully, "Brother, you are so strong. You can also teach us when you have time, hehe."
He grinned, and Ning Wufeng really raised his eyebrows and exasperated this time. Lin Yuqing also nodded towards Ning Wufeng, smiling slightly.
Ning Wufeng looked up and saw Ye Yier on the other side looked at him, with a look of joy on Qiao's face. But Zhao Lin'er, who was next to her, looked ugly and stared at him fiercely.
How is this going? Ning Wufeng touched his nose embarrassingly, and did not offend this woman in the impression.
The relief of the contest was soon passed, and it was time for the new and old students to communicate freely.
Ruan Yue whispered to Ning Wufeng and introduced the division of power and leader of the Nine League.
Ye Yier shook off the crowd around her and came to Ning Wufeng.
"Congratulations." She had a look of excitement on her pretty face. When Ruan Yue and Liu Wenchuan saw the situation, they all revealed a look of enlightenment, leaving them alone time.
Ning Wufeng touched his nose, a little awkward. He has no love for men and women with Ye Yier, but just feels that it is more pleasing to look at Ye Yier in this circle.
"Thank you Miss Ye." Ning Wufeng toasted and smiled. Keep a proper distance from Ye Yier.
"It's good if you call me Yier. The third uncle has not praised you too much." Ye Yier smiled and said.
"Uncle San?" Ning asked without doubt.
"The leaf way of Jiangning House."
He immediately appeared amazed, and did not expect that Jiang Ningfu asked Ye Zhidao of the Xuegong Branch to be a member of the Ye family of the imperial capital. In this way, things in the Spirit Temple could be explained.
It turned out that Ye Zhidao helped him behind.
"Thanks to Ye Ye for the matter of the Spirit Temple." Ning Wufeng said that the Spirit Temple is the property of the Ye family. He persuaded the three patrons of the Spirit Temple to help him deal with the Wu family. Without Ye Zhidao's contribution, it would not have been so smooth.
Ye Yier gently shook his head and said, "My Ye family and the Spirit Temple are just a cooperative relationship, and they come even more."
She said softly, and told Ning Wufeng such a small secret.
"The third uncle said that depending on your qualifications, you can go to the spiritual temple of the emperor, and they can provide you with more help." Ye Yier whispered.
When she saw many young people around, she started to come around again, and apologetically glanced at Ning Wufeng and walked away.
"Don't watch, Yier is not your poor boy who can touch your fingers." At this moment, a tall girl came to Ning Wufeng. The slender jade legs stood tall, and looked proudly at Ning Wufeng.
It is Zhao Liner.
Ning Wufeng frowned and said lightly, "Does this have anything to do with your Excellency?"
The inexplicable woman began to teach herself. He turned to leave.
"You stand still!" Zhao Liner, daughter of the imperial family, where she had been treated so coldly, whoever saw those of her, didn't hurry up to them, without skin or face.
Ning Wufeng turned her face away.
"What else?" Ning said coldly, without looking at Zhao Lin'er at all.
"You ... you wait for me!" Zhao Liner gritted her teeth and left with a lame foot.
Among the bustling crowd, Situ Shan's stern eyes also focused on Ning Wufeng.