Chapter 469: Pie in the sky

what?
Ning Wufeng hadn't responded for a while. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had come to throw an olive branch at himself.
He felt a sudden joy in his heart. He felt his chin, and the city's main government seemed to be a good choice.
"It is indeed the city's main mansion, and when I shot it, I couldn't wait for it." Feng Feizhang chuckled, and said Ning Wufeng before speaking.
Master Wen smiled slightly. Feng Feizhang himself has an aura of gas, which makes it impossible to ignore, wherever he is the focus of attention.
Since it was here to compete for Tianjiao, Feng Feizhang was naturally unwilling to fall behind.
"I don't have any good things. I only have a copy of the ancient Lingli remnants that I occasionally acquired. There are three kinds of spiritual slaves recorded on it. They are extremely powerful beings." He slowly spread his hands during the conversation.
A quaint remnant hovered in his hands, emitting a lilac glow. The scrolls have been dilapidated, but the momentum emanating from them is faintly fused with the general situation of the heavens and the earth.
In this way, this remnant is definitely worthy of value!
Ning Wufeng's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help licking his lips. The master Nie Feijian said that the ancient Lingli's refining requirements were extremely harsh, but the strength of each spiritual slave was extremely terrifying.
"Good baby." He exhaled softly and said, "Seniors are too polite. Such a valuable gift would rather be unbearable than the wind."
However, Feng Feizhang snorted softly, and a huge force shoved the remnants of the scroll into his hands.
"You call me elder, and this is what you deserve." He said lightly, his words exaggerating domineering.
It is indeed the first person in the former Sword Spirit City to send things so aggressively.
Remnants of ancient scrolls.
Ning Wufeng rejoiced in his heart, calmly put it away, and clenched his fist, "Thank you, senior."
He secretly said: Feng Ru laughs at you, this guy is so lucky, I don't know anything about you before.
However, what Ning Wufeng didn't know was that he didn't want to have general knowledge with Feng Ruxiao, but Feng Ruxiao secretly set up a bureau against him.
The disciples of the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion looked envious, and they didn't expect these people to use such a large arm to solicit Ning Wufeng, letting them drool down to 3,000 feet.
"Look at us too, maybe our qualifications are stronger than that kid." Numerous disciples of Black Tiger Sword Pavilion were crying in their hearts.
Seeing this, Black Tiger Xiaoxiao felt a little embarrassed. He coughed gently and glanced around. Many disciples took pictures of him, and backed up a dozen feet away.
Going on like this, Ning Wufeng was not pulled away, and their disciples in the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion would be solicited by these guys.
"Ning Wufeng, since the city's main house and Wenjian Villa are so kindly invited, which one do you want to join? Let's have a good word," said Black Tiger Xiaobei Shensheng.
He still had a lot of dissatisfaction with Ning Wufeng, if not for the sake of Heihukui. He would definitely teach Ning Wufeng a severe meal.
Master Wen and Feng Feizhang looked at Ning Wufeng's eyes, revealing an impressive figure.
At this moment, Xiao Yuanhai of Linjiang Pavilion coughed a little and said, "The two shot so generously, it seems that I am stingy in Linjiang Pavilion."
He shook his head and groaned for a moment before a decree appeared in his cuff. As soon as the decree came out, the faint light radiated, and the spiritual power in the space rolled up sharply.
"The power of the law!" Ning Wufeng's pupils shrank. He heard the breathing of the people around him thicken.
"I didn't expect it to be a decree!" Disciples of Heihu Jiange exclaimed with wide eyes.
The law, the law of the law, contains the power of a complete law, the power is extremely powerful. Often the monk Yuandanjing made things for his descendants to save his life.
A piece of decree often consumes monks from Yuandanjing for half a year to a year. The refining requirements are extremely demanding and the success rate is less than one.
Ning Wufeng's face suddenly changed, and with laws in hand, he could definitely be called an extra life. Under Yuandan, it will be more difficult. Even if the monk Yuan Danjing took the shot, he could get the first line of time for him.
Don't underestimate this line of time, in the master showdown, often can get the role of reversing the current situation. Before dealing with Elder Xueyan, if Ning Wufeng had a decree, the battle would definitely not be so laborious.
Black Tiger Xiaobei also had a touch of greed in his eyes. He had laws in hand. He wanted to be calm and calm. You can't find two of these good things in the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion.
"It's worthy of Xiao's, and he's really rich." Master Wen smiled slightly and said.
Feng Feizhang's expression was strange, anyway, this decree was not able to be refined by him now. For the monks under the Yuandan Realm, it is indeed significant.
"It's nothing." Xiao Yuanhai chuckled and said, "Wufeng has something to do with my Xiao family, and giving such things to Wufeng can also be regarded as giving to his family."
He also had some pain in his heart. Such a treasure did not even give his grandson Xiao Baichou. However, what Master Wen and Feng Feizhang had brought out the things that he had prepared were taken out of face, so he could only issue this decree.
Ning Wufeng was not polite. He saw the pain of Xiao Yuanhai's flesh, and quickly took over the decree, and the power of the vast law flowed in it. With this in hand, he undoubtedly held a nuclear warhead.
"Thank you, Uncle." He did not change his heart, and calmly accepted the decree, saying with a smile.
"Yan Ling, change the tea for some seniors."
Yan Ling quickly did it.
"Ahem, Ning Wufeng is an unknown junior. It really isn't worthy of the predecessors to come here to mobilize the public. It makes me deeply ashamed. The cup of new tea hopes you all to taste it." Ning Wufeng said politely.
However, it does not mention which strength to join. Because for him, these three forces are not to be underestimated. No matter which side he joins, it is bound to offend the other two.
This is definitely not a good thing for him.
"Ning Wufeng, you can just say which side you want to join?" Heihu Xiaobei spoke for the second time.
This guy really doesn't mention which pot.
Ning Wufeng's face changed slightly, it seemed that he was going to stay in the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion in a dead face, and now the owner of the Sword Pavilion is coming to drive him away.
"Ning Wufeng is not in Jianling City, but he wants to go to Xiandu, maybe ..."
He hadn't finished speaking yet, and then a cold laugh came.
"What a big tone, is salty the ants that you can get involved in?" The proud voice in the voice made people frown.
In mid-air, the space was torn apart instantly, and several figures emerged.
Yuandan Realm is strong again!
Ning Wufeng's expression moved slightly, headed by goatee, his eyes were full of coldness. To meet his eyes, as if looking at the bottomless abyss, the whole person will fall into it.
So strong!
Ning Wufeng suddenly locked the Yuanshen and recovered the consciousness.
"Huh! You can't help it!" The man behind the old goatee said, sneer.
There were dozens of teenage girls behind him. The man who spoke, was a demon boy, exuding an enchantment, his eyes were perverted, and the high posture seemed to put no one in his eyes.
"Yue Lingcheng Bingwangge!" Xiao Yuanhai moved slightly.
Yueling City is connected to Sword Spirit City, but Yueling City is closer to the endless mountain border, and the customs are more fierce. The Bingwang Pavilion was originally regarded as the strength of the Qin Dynasty, but later went out independently for some reason.
Bingwang Pavilion?
Ning Wufeng immediately thought of Qiu Jian.
That short figure, with white bones as the harp, only impressed him with the pride of three swords. The people on the list were extraordinary.
However, the people of Bingwang Pavilion are fierce today, and nothing good will happen.
Ning Wufeng frowned. The group of guys were so high-spirited that he felt very upset.
"I heard that Jianling City was born Tianjiao, let's take a look at it casually." The old goatee of Bingwangge snorted softly, and looked at Ning Wufeng with impunity.
"Chou Chen, I see that you who are here today are not good, and those who are good are not coming." Feng Feizhang snorted coldly. As the first force of Sword Spirit City and the first force of Yue Lingcheng, there was a natural contradiction.
"Feng Feizhang, today we don't talk about our grievances, all the juniors just play around." Qiu Chen said lightly.
"Since you want to play, I might as well go sit and ask Jianshanzhuang." Feng Feizhang said coldly.
Apparently, the enemy was prepared, and he sneered without saying a word.
There was a disciple behind him, and he said loudly, "I have heard that Tianjiao of Jianling City is good at swordsmanship. I don't know if anyone can come up and give me pointers."
In addition to Feng Feizhang and others, there were only disciples of Ning Wufeng and Heihu Jiange.
The Black Tiger Sword Pavilion, the second-class forces on the Ming Dynasty, can imagine the difficulty in dealing with the first-class forces of King Bingge.
However, the disciples of the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion were extremely fierce. Someone roared immediately and screamed, "Dare to come to the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion. I want to see how many heads you have."
This group of Black Tiger Swordsmen disciples watched the three major forces heavily attract Ning Wufeng, and they were intent on moving. At this time, they found an opportunity to take a shot and naturally seized the opportunity.
The shot man was full of violent sword gas, his sword screaming, like a hedgehog.
Roar……
The black tiger roared behind him, slamming the punch.
"Well, it's up to you ..." The disciples of Bingwangge all grew up in the endless mountains, suffering a lot, and their strength is even more amazing.
A sharp sword swelled into the sky, and the light raged down.
Bang bang ...
The Black Tiger Sword Court disciples were blasted out and smashed into the crowd.
"It's too far."
In a word, the disciples of the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion were defeated, and even the spirit black tiger was severely injured.
Black Tiger Xiaobei's face was instantly gloomy.
"Which is Ning Wufeng? Come out directly. We are not interested in these shrimp soldiers and crabs." Some disciples in Bingwang Pavilion proudly looked around the audience and said coldly.
"I'd like to see what kind of hairs dare to take away my goodness from my dear?" The disciple looked younger than fifteen or sixteen years old. With a sword behind him, he looked harmless to humans and animals, but his words were extremely brutal. One sword seriously injured the disciples of Heihu Jiange, and his power was very deep.
"Haha, yes, hurry up and hand over the legacy of the old Tianjian, my younger brother is the ancestor of Shijian."
"Let my little teacher teach you how to use swords!"