Chapter 224: Gun Finger League

"Since you are so uninterested, don't blame me for bullying me."
Hua Qiubo's body moved, and she got up from her seat and grabbed. Draw characters with your feet and come in flat clouds. The clothes are fluttering, the posture is calm, and the momentum is invisible.
"What a brilliant hand to vacate." Someone whispered.
As we all know, monks in the divine realm can hardly fly in the air. They can only jump out of the sky temporarily with the help of spiritual power. But there is absolutely no such calmness as Hua Qiubo.
"It is estimated that the Confucian Book of the Second Alliance has been cultivated to a very high level." Someone muttered quietly.
"It seems that Ning Wufeng has encountered stubble now."
Hua Qiubo listened to the whispers of the people behind him, and couldn't help showing a faint smile, and slowly landed on the ring.
"Brother Ning, you have succeeded in your studies, and you have made a show of yourself at the invitation to the moon banquet. Brother should not be bullying, but it has to do with Wenmeng." Hua Qiubo said, his tone was a little bit heavy.
Ning Wufeng chuckled and said, "Then please enlighten me."
Hua Qiubo snorted, his lips moved slightly, "I can't help it!"
Yuqi word!
His momentum was shocked, and the whole body's spiritual power circled out. A huge "training" word emerged in front of him, which obviously meant that Ning Wufeng had no one in his eyes, and he should teach him something.
Ning Wufeng raised a sharp eyebrow and secretly said in his heart: The Wenmeng League fell on the stone and bullied him that Tianmeng had no one, and repeatedly humiliated Liu Wenchuan and Lin Yuqing.
I would rather be a windless teacher, sister and sister, not you can offend!
Turning hands, Vientiane and Luoyin came out, and Wu Guang was ups and downs. In the light, there are many things in the world. Blasting into the eye-catching sword of Hua Qiu Bo training words.
The word of training stirred up nine sword qi, and the speed was extremely fast. The light aroused dozens of feet high, and the momentum was compelling.
Ning Wufeng's robes were blown up and hunted. Hua Qiubo's face sank. He did not expect that Vientiane Sen Luoyin could compete with his book of heaven, and the freshman's spiritual power was so abundant.
how come!
His face sank, and the spiritual power surged out in the magical tricks. The light of the Xunzi Jianju skyrocketed, and he turned to Vientiane Sen Luo Yin.
Ning Wufeng smiled and said, "If my brother has only this level, I'm afraid I will let you have one hand."
His spiritual power surged, and the Eight Spirit Techniques instantly poured into the Vientiane Sen Luo Yin. The dark light became richer, crushing five or six swords.
Hua Qiubo's pressure increased sharply, and his face suddenly became hot. Knowing that Ning Wufeng was ridiculing Fang Ying before giving Liu Wenchuan a hand.
"Sister, if you are still convergent, don't be too crazy!"
His face was gloomy, the eighth spiritual consciousness was full of light, and spiritual power poured into it, forcibly suppressing Vientiane Sen Luoyin's offensive.
There are only nine swords in Xunji Jianjue. At this time, only two are left.
"Crazy?" Ning Wufeng chuckled, "It depends on what kind of person he is. If someone treats me with humility, I'm self-confident. If someone is mad before me, I will be 100 times more mad than him. ! "
His sword eyebrows fluttered, his spiritual power swallowed out, and a bang slammed, two sword lights burst out. Hua Qiubo stepped back a few steps.
"Eight tricks?" He said, looking extremely ugly, in surprise.
I did not expect that Ning Wufeng's freshman has actually entered the realm of eight spirits! The spiritual power is not inferior to him, even has it.
Everyone in the audience saw that Ning Wufeng actually pushed Hua Qiubo back with one move, and there was a lot of discussion.
"Good strength!"
"It seems that Ning Wufeng is already the first person in Tianmeng's well-deserved Purple Lake."
"I didn't expect Hua Qiubo to have a stigma. Even a freshman can't beat it." Someone even scorned his lips.
In the front row, Situ Shan's face sank, his eyes staring at Ning Wufeng abruptly. He had a brief encounter with Ning Wufeng before, but he did not expect Ning Wufeng's strength to be so strong. If it was him at this time, it might not be a coincidence.
On Ruyi Mirror, Hua Qiubo ’s Wenmeng bet was 130 million, and Ning Wufeng ’s Tianmeng reached 260 million!
The crowd took a breath.
In the VIP compartment, Lord Tang and Li Yao sat opposite each other.
"Brother Li just believes Ning Wufeng? Has Yiling Stone been pressed on him?" Tang asked with a sip of fragrant tea.
Li Yao smiled indifferently and said, "I don't believe, but this kid can't afford to lose."
Lord Tang thought he was betting twice. As everyone knows, he was talking about a bet between the two.
On the stage, Hua Qiubo's face became even more ugly. Was forced to retreat by a freshman. Even if it is eight spirits!
He was a veteran and entered the palace two years before Ning Wufeng. How could he be defeated by him!
"Brother Ning, since this is the case, Brother is not polite!" There was a gloomy color on his handsome face, and the calm and calm mask broke instantly.
Grabbing in the volley, a jade pen appeared in the hand, more than a foot long. At the time of writing, the aura of light swelled, and the audience was incense.
"Han Linhao."
The audience was shocked that this jade pen was a rare pendant for the royal pen given by the Holy Ghost when Hua Qiubo was on the 23rd place last year.
The so-called half-spirit soldiers are all-spirited. The monk can conceive through his own spiritual power. After entering the purple lake, he can become enchanted and become a real spiritual soldier.
The spirit soldiers developed through this method have a higher degree of fit with their masters and greater power. And as a half-spirit soldier, it is far superior to all soldiers.
I thought that a piece of spirit iron was regarded as a century-old thing by the blacksmith in Qingshi Town.
Hua Qiubo heard the whispered whispers from the audience, showing his pride, and sneered, "Brother Ning, I am afraid that your dream of wanting Tianmeng to rise today will be broken.
"Trash is trash!"
In the last sentence, he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly.
Hanlin had no light at all, and he wrote a word "Cut" in the volley, which is powerful and powerful, and has increased its power several times.
The chop turned into a sword, and whistled out, splitting to Ning Wufeng.
Vientiane Sen Luoyin smashed out, black light stunned. With a bang, a dazzling light burst into the air. Daqi blasted off the big seal, and chopped towards Ning Wufeng.
"This is a half-spirit soldier." Ning Wufeng murmured.
Vientiane Sen Luoyin exploded again, the spiritual power of Jiu Ling Mai and Ba Ling Qiao burst out, and Dayin instantly doubled his body shape. The double Vientiane Sen Luoyin has exerted four times the magic power!
There was a loud bang, and the air of the sword fell away. Ning Wufeng's Vientiane Sen Luoyin is also crumbling.
Such a strong pen!
Ning Wufeng secretly said that under the blessing of the spirit pen, Hua Qiubo's attack power increased several times.
He grabbed it in the air, holding the annihilation gun in his hand, and the gun mangling golden light.
"Little brother, let you try the power of Tianshulu."
Hua Qiubo sneered, and Han Lin wrote "the water of the river is in the sky" in the air. For a moment, the spiritual power around him surged, and the sound of turbulent waves was endless.
This move was more than a few times more powerful than Fang Yingcai's.
The aura of light overflowed, the waves were rough, and Ning Wufeng cracked his head and crushed his face. Everyone in the audience heard the sound of turbulent waves and their faces changed greatly. Look at Xiang Ning without wind, like a flat boat in the sea, drifting away.
Golden lotus falls!
Ning Wufeng felt the surging spirit around him and was extremely restless. In the echo of the annihilation gun, the blossoming golden lotus bloomed out, and blasted towards the rolling wave of spiritual power.
Countless golden lights shuttled through them, and the momentum burst out.
Travel thousands of miles!
Ning Wufeng's body moved, a shot was pointed, and the shot burst out. The gunman pointed at Cang Huaqiubo. The sharp shooting volley made Hua Qiubo feel stinging and his face was blue-purple.
"How can this be?" He sank.
The true meaning of the source!
Jin Lian Luo is Jin Yuan's real move, and the surrounding spiritual power has become sharp after a shot. Every spiritual force in space is likely to be assimilated into the true meaning of Jin Yuan.
Hua Qiubo's face sank. "I look down on you!"
I did not expect that Ning Wufeng actually grasped the true meaning of Yuanyuan. He didn't dare to have any more reservations, and the radiant light radiated from his body.
"Haoran righteousness!"
An invisible light surged out of him, blocking Jin Yuan's true attack. Hao Ran's righteousness is learned by scholars, and its power is comparable to the true meaning of the source.
For a time, Hua Qiubo seemed to be upright and imposing, and he could not help feeling good for him.
Hanlin wrote a long poem, "Kill one person in ten steps, don't leave a thousand miles!"
With the penchant of spiritual power, the white light instantly gathered into dozens of white shadows. Like the assassin with a sword, one step at a time, the sword light stabbed Ning Wufeng.
Hua Qiubo wrote with a pen, and looked at Ning Wufeng's eyes with full meaning. The freshmen could even force him out.
"I want to ruin your reputation!"
He glanced at the bets of the Tianmeng and Lingmeng on Ruyi Mirror. Tianmeng already has more than 270 million, while the Wenmeng is 190 million.
His face was suddenly gloomy and watery. His dignified Confederate League leader, actually bet as much as a freshman. Don't so many people believe in his strength!
"Well, let you keep your eyes open to see the strength of my Hua Qiubo!" Hua Qiubo's anger was irritable, and the sky full of light dancing, countless assassins appeared in the pen.
Jian Guang killed, pointing at Ning Wufeng.
The annihilation of the world's guns, Ning Wufeng stepped on the body and spirits of the thousands of miles, Jin Lian landed in the white shadow assassin constantly emerged.
The left hand Vientiane Sen Luoyin was black and generous, and at the same time blasted out.
The power of each White Shadow Assassin is not weaker than the monks of Wu Ling Jiu. With Hua Qiubo's spiritual power pouring in, the White Shadow Assassins have already filled the entire ring.
There are sword lights everywhere, and the way of travelling thousands of miles is restricted.
Doraemon, Ning Wufeng's robe was torn.
Hua Qiu laughed, staring angrily at Ning Wufeng, "Brother Ning, it's too late to surrender now, otherwise don't blame Brother."
surrender?
The bet that faced 270 million spirits, after doubling, reached 540 million. If it bears such a huge amount of spirit stone, the sky alliance will not touch itself!
The audience looked at Ning Wufeng sympathetically.