Chapter 387: Shock Academy

"Haha, I know your poor boy is definitely a waste!" Liu Wenxin laughed sternly.
Ning Wufeng is not Jiu Lingmai, so how can the people around him be more powerful?
Sun Chengle's eyes burst into a dazzling light. If Ning Wufeng is not Jiu Lingmai, what qualifications does he have to compare with himself? The beauty Chen Chuchu will eventually be his!
"Do you think the people around you are Jiulingmai, even if you take you into a genius? Waste is waste!" Liu Wenxin shouted hysterically.
"Do you dare to insult my master?"
Yan Ling frowned and stepped forward, but was stopped by Ning Wufeng.
He laughed softly, and Wu came up to the platform. And the six disciples on the stage of the sword-washing academy have not returned.
"Can this sister start?" Ning Wufeng smiled and asked.
"Oh, but ... it's okay." The elder sister suddenly showed a stunned expression, and her round, pretty face flushed, and she immediately signaled that Ning Wufeng could start testing.
The shock of the three monks of the nine spirits was too great. There was usually only one monk of the Nine Spirits in a year, and the elders in the academy had to fight for it. Now all three appeared.
Ning Wufeng smiled slightly and put it on Shimai Shiren with one hand. He saw Sun Chengle and Liu Wenxin both holding their breath and staring at him.
"Sister, is this test vein really easy to use?" Ning Wufeng suddenly turned his head and asked, making the sister around him caught off guard.
"Ah? Good ... easy to use," said the sister with a round face.
And Liu Wenxin and others were eager to see Ning Wufeng's test results earlier, but he did not expect that he would delay time.
"Shit, are you afraid of being ugly in public? If you don't dare to test, just roll down. The sword wash college doesn't need a coward like you." Liu Wenxin cursed grinningly.
Ning Wufeng raised a brow and said lightly, "I'm just afraid that I will scare you, so I will give you some time to prepare."
"Well, none of the Jiu Lingmais present scared us, not to mention you are not a Jiu Lingmai person. I think you are going to be ashamed." Sun Chengle said with a moan, coldly.
Originally thought to be able to make an appearance on the admission test, and then won the beauty. But now, Jiu Ling Mai is not unusual. So now he can only hope that Ning Wufeng will drive a very bad spirit pulse, and then step on him severely.
"Oh, right." Ning Wufeng suddenly showed a sorrowful expression, and said, "I just forgot to tell you just now, I'm not Ji Lingmai, but I'm Shi Lingmai."
"Shi Lingmai?" Someone in the audience did not respond for a while, wondering: "What is Shi Lingmai?"
Sun Chengle's pupils shrank fiercely, his heart beating violently.
I saw that Ning Wufeng put one hand on the Shimai Shiren. One, two, and three of the lights on the stone man lit up one by one.
"eighth."
"Article 9."
"Tenth!"
Oh my god, it's a spirit!
The legendary Ten Spirit Vein actually appeared in Xijian Academy! The disciples nearby did not respond.
Sun Chengle's face turned pale, and he murmured, "Impossible, how can you be a tenacious vein? There must be something wrong."
He rushed to the high platform and pushed Ning Wufeng away. Retested my own veins, still nine veins.
"Not too soon to inform the elders." The disciples at the side of Xijian Academy woke up and said quickly.
Immediately, a disciple hurried to inform the elders of Xijian Academy.
Sun Chengle is a desolate look. The nine spirits that were once proud of them are just a joke today.
Liu Wenxin returned to the crowd in a dingy manner. Ning Wufeng's posture of the Ten Spirit Pulses will surely be valued by the Sword Wash Academy. At that time, he will step up to the sky. If he retaliates because of today's things, it will be a big trouble.
Ning Wufeng smiled and asked, "Sister, aren't Ten Spirits very rare?"
The elder sister stunned her eyes, stared at Ning Wufeng enviously, and said, "Of course it is rare. After entering the academy with the qualification of a younger brother, it will definitely be reused."
Ning Wufeng laughed and turned back to the stage. Chu Chu glared at him, and smiled: "But you are so proud of it."
"Of course, without shaking the sword washing academy, why would they value us?" Ning Wufeng said softly.
Chuchu nodded slightly.
Disciples who took part in the test all around.
"Brother Ning, I am Zhao Wuyan of the Tieshan Zhao family. I am honored to enter the academy at the same time as my brother, and I ask my brother to take care of him in the future."
"Brother Ning, I'm Xie Wanqing from Xie Hu's family, and I ask Brother to take care of him in the future." A weak and boneless girl smiled brightly at Ning Wufeng.
"Brothers and sisters from the Li family in the outer city have met Brother Ning and asked him to give him more advice in the future."
These disciples who have not yet entered the Xijian Academy have come to say hello to Ning Wufeng. Everyone knows what the ten spiritual veins mean? I'm afraid I don't grasp this opportunity right now, and I won't have a chance in the future.
Ning Wufeng chuckled gently, politely courtesy.
At this time, someone in the Xijian Academy hurried out, a middle-aged person, with dozens of disciples behind him. At the same time, Ning Wufeng felt that five or six powerful momentums were approaching at the same time.
"Where are the disciples of the ten spirits?" The middle-aged man's Confucian face scarf was charming and charming, but at this moment he was a little eager, and his face couldn't hold back the joy.
"Uncle Qi Luo, the younger brother of the Ten Spirits is here." Sister Yuanlian pointed at Ning Wufeng and said.
"You are a monk with ten spirits?" Uncle Luo's face showed excitement, and he put one hand on Ning Wufeng's shoulder, and said, "Don't resist, let me see."
Ning Wufeng immediately converged his spirits, letting go of the veins and let Uncle Luo view.
The expression on Uncle Luo's face was tense at first, then he became surprised, and finally showed ecstasy, exclaimed: "It really is a spirit pulse!"
"I am willing to accept this boy in the spirit courtyard." A vocal voice of volley began.
"My sword spirit home is about to be decided. Whoever dares to grab someone from the old man, I'm anxious with you." Shouted a quick voice.
"He is willing to accept him in the same vein." A soft, quiet voice sounded.
Ning Wufeng only knew that in addition to the Sword Spirit Academy and the Zhen Ling Academy, there was also a Zhangyuan in the Xijian Academy. Beyond the first time, there were many elders in the academies between the two academies, who were independent from the spiritual academies.
Seeing the monks of the ten spirit veins, the old guys all quarreled. In front of hundreds of disciples, he didn't care about the image at all.
"Okay, those ten spirit pulses you want, two nine spirit pulses belong to us." Someone made a step back and asked for two nine spirit pulses in one breath.
"No!" All of them stopped drinking, and everyone disagreed.
Ning Wufeng touched his nose, and said a little embarrassingly, "Elders, aren't there still two tests? After these two tests are over, before I decide who to join?"
The quarrelsome elders were quiet after listening to Ning Wufeng's words.
"Yes, I want to see this boy test the power of soul." In the volley, a figure suddenly stepped out, and a violent wave came from the space.
Ning Wufeng only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and there was an old man in front of him.
Half a step Yuandan border!
Between the shots, there is a vague fluctuation of the rules, and Ning Wufeng could not help but hesitate.
"Senior." He saluted respectfully.
The old man with a loin, his palms flipped, and a mixed white spirit bead hovered in his hand.
"Control your soul power beads with your sense of mind," said the old man with a loincloth, Shen Sheng.
Ning Wufeng frowned, his mind turned, and carefully released his consciousness into the soul beads.
Whizzing……
The soul power beads turned sharply, the white light was more and more dazzling, and a ray of red light gradually emerged. The red light gradually became richer and thicker, projecting a string of orange-red rays.
Orange light is followed by yellow light.
The people around him stared nervously at the light beads in front of them. What kind of miracle would the heavenly pride bring to them?
"Will it be Zijie?" Someone said nervously. "This year, Xijian Academy has not recruited monks with Zijie's soul power."
"It should be stronger, not silver." Someone said cautiously, fearing that the loud sound would affect the test on the high platform.
"Silver step?" The pupil who heard the sound narrowed.
There was a lot of discussion among the people below, and the elders of the Sword Wash Academy on the high platform also held their breath and stared at the soul beads in Ning Wufeng's hands.
They are waiting for the birth of a miracle!
倏 Seoul, the soul power ball suddenly turned into green light. The green light is getting stronger and stronger, more and more eye-catching, shining with burning light.
The green light is getting deeper.
After reaching the green level, Ning Wufeng was already qualified to join the Sword Wash Academy.
Everyone waited for the soul ball to change again, but the soul ball stayed on the green level.
"What's going on?" Someone whispered quietly in the audience, his face in doubt.
"It shouldn't be. Generally, the seven colors of red orange yellow green blue blue purple change very quickly. Why did this take so long?"
"Boy, stay focused, don't get distracted," the old man leaning on his waist snorted.
Ning Wufeng sighed softly, but the soul power beads still only stayed at the green level, and it was worthy of being qualified to join the Sword Wash Academy.
"How can this happen?" The old man with a loin on his face changed his face, shunned the soul ball, a powerful consciousness poured into it, and the red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple colors on the soul ball changed, and eventually the soul ball stayed In purple, purple light is extremely eye-catching, with a faint silver glow.
"It shouldn't be, there is no problem with the soul ball." The old man muttered, staring straight at Ning Wufeng, scolding, "boy, are you sure you have no hidden strength?"
Ning Wufeng shook his head solemnly and said, "If you go back to the predecessors, how can the younger people have the ability to hide their strength in front of you? If the seniors don't believe it, they can check the younger people's knowledge of the sea."
The old man was rude, and a huge sense of knowledge poured into Ning Wufeng's mind.
"Hisse. It shouldn't be. The power of consciousness is so weak?" The old man muttered, shaking his head gently, and said, "Ten spirit veins, but the power of the soul, the green order, does not seem to be suitable for us. Now. "
He said lightly, leaving with a lack of interest, and this sentence was doomed to Ning Wufeng's end.