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After chasing Ning Chen away, Ning Wufeng and the Taoist Xuan Ku discussed for a while.
"Since your strength has already been exposed, let's hurry up and train. It just so happens that in the next few days, I can make use of the Ning Family's resources. " Taoist Xuan Ku said in a deep voice.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the high-spirited Ning Wufeng, and couldn't help but think of himself back then. The head disciple of the Wood Palace with the ninth level of the Spirit Nether Realm, the ninth level of the Qi Drawing Stage, the Acupoint Opening Stage, the Purple Lake Stage, the Three Elements Stage ? Even the palace master had high hopes for him, hoping for him to break through to the fourth heaven.
But, who would have thought ?
Taoist Xuan Ku did not dare think further. He shook his head and looked at Ning Wufeng firmly: "No matter what, this old man will support you."
Ning Wufeng hugged the sloppy old man lightly. When he had first entered the Azure Dragon Bay, he had relied on three bottles of wine and two fishes to recognize a cheap master.
"Don't worry old man Huan Ku, I guarantee you that I'll definitely protect myself." Ning Wufeng nodded heavily.
After knowing that Ning Wufeng had spirit energy, the Ning family was immediately in a state of turmoil.
In the Ning Family Martial Pavilion, Ning Wufeng looked up at the huge monument, at the words carved on the spear, his heart burning with passion. It was said that the Ning Family Martial Pavilion was established by his long-lost father, Ning Linchuan.
This was not only the fortune his father had left him, but also the place where he would soon rise to prominence.
"Ning Family Martial Pavilion, Divine Continent, I, Ning Wufeng am here!" Ning Wufeng strode towards the Martial Pavilion.
The half-open door creaked open.
"Did someone tell you his name?" A drunken old man sat cross-legged on a prayer mat near the door with his eyes lowered. The Martial Pavilion behind him was pitch black.
"Ning Family's Ning Wufeng."
"Oh?" The drunken old man's turbid eyes suddenly lit up, before disappearing without a trace.
"What are you doing here?" Everyone knew that Ning Wufeng was the son of the heaven's pride expert, Ning Linchuan. However, he did indeed have a pseudo spirit vein, and was unable to sense his spirit energy at all.
"Breaking through to the First Sky of the Qi Drawing Stage, I've come to the Martial Pavilion to pick a Spirit Spell." Ning Wufeng said with a serious expression.
The Spirit Spell was a cultivation technique cultivated by those with spirit veins. It was a tens of thousands of years old spirit vein practitioner's battle with the heavens, with humans, with demons ? The essence was divided into the ninth rank of the mortal, earth, and heaven ranks. It was said that there were even stronger existences in the Heaven Ranked Martial Techniques.
The higher the grade of the Spirit Spell, the more superb the use of spirit energy. And according to the types of Spirit Spell, they were divided into Spirit Spell s, Spirit Spell s, auxiliary Spirit Spell s, and so on.
"Oh?" The old man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Ning Wufeng like a lone wolf, causing him to feel cold all over.
As a grandmaster of martial arts in his previous life, Ning Wufeng knew a lot of people. He could feel that even though the old man's gaze was sharp and predatory, it had no intention of harming him. Allowing him to size it up.
"The first floor of the Martial Pavilion is a low-grade mortal technique for the disciples from the outer branches of the clan to cultivate." The second floor was a high-grade Mortal rank cultivation technique for the main disciples to practice. There is a Earth Grade technique on the third floor. "Yes," the drunk old man replied indifferently. He then closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping.
Ning Wufeng cupped his fists at the old man and turned to walk past him.
Stepping into the Martial Pavilion, he instantly felt as if it lit up. Some of the outer disciples on the first floor started flipping through the written drafts of the cultivation techniques.
Ning Wufeng headed straight for the second floor. Since time was limited, he naturally headed for the best cultivation technique.
The disciples on the first floor all looked at Ning Wufeng with envy. The second floor was the main sect disciples' privilege.
There was no one on the second floor. The Spirit Spell he was holding was not even a tenth of the first floor, but was more of a jade chip. Many of the middle rank of Mortal Grade s on the first floor all existed in the form of jade chip on the second floor.
Ning Wufeng casually took out a piece of jade chip and swept through it.
"Tidal Current Technique, Water Type Cultivation Method, Spirit Spell, middle rank of Mortal Grade. This cultivation technique can cultivate water attributed spiritual force, and it can never be stopped. It has a strong defensive power ? "
Ning Wufeng muttered: "It's too soft." Put it back in place.
Since he had to choose a cultivation technique or Spirit Spell, he naturally had to choose one that was most suitable for him.
"Fire Worshipping Art, middle rank of Mortal Grade's technique, and fire attribute Spirit Spell. Once cultivated to mastery, one palm strikes, and the firelight for five kilometers, its power is astonishing."
"Bear King Punch, middle rank of Mortal Grade Technique, One Punch Bear King Stones Breaking Stone, Two Punches Crushing the Earth, Three Punches Breaking Water, It is one of the best punching techniques."
Ning Wufeng flipped through dozens of books, all of them low-ranked mortal techniques.
Finally, after turning over another stone shelf, he saw a few scattered jade chip.
"Boulder's Arts, Spirit Spell of the middle rank of Mortal Grade, as sturdy as a boulder. First level of body refinement, transforms into a boulder's body, second level of body forging, and condenses copper skin and iron bones. It has both offense and defense, and is a rare Spirit Spell. "
"Wood Melting Spirit Spell, middle rank of Mortal Grade Spirit Spell, from the Boundless Falling Wood Xiao Xiao, one move Formed by a tree into a cloud." As the words left his mouth, Ning Wufeng could feel the boundless Xiao Xiao Wurou howling towards him. It was evident how powerful the Spirit Spell's attack was.
"Pure Yang Sword Art, Common Tier High Rank Spirit Spell. Only the first three moves have remained, but every single sword aura is comparable to the might of the Quasi-Earth Grade. Because the Spirit Spell is missing, it can be classified as a high-grade Spirit Spell. "
Ning Wufeng's pupils suddenly contracted, it was indeed a Common Tier High Rank Spirit Spell. Immediately after, his expression changed as he shook his head. It was a pity that this piece of Spirit Spell was a fragment, otherwise, it would have been an extremely good choice. Ning Wufeng was more inclined to use his spear.
King of the Armored Warriors. In his previous life, he had a "month staff, a year blade, and a lifetime of spear".
He picked up the jade chip. If he could not find a more suitable Spirit Spell, this Pure Yang Sword Technique could be used as an alternative.
Ning Wufeng walked forward again. He realized that the Common Tier High Rank Spirit Spell s were much denser than the middle rank's spirit power. The spirit power reflected on the surface of the jade chip was even whiter and denser than the middle rank's.
With this judgement, Ning Wufeng sped up his search.
Just as he saw a milky white jade chip, that jade chip was picked up.
Ning Wufeng frowned, and turned to look for other jade chip s.
"Stop, trash, don't tell me you don't know this young master?" The figure that held the jade chip shouted from behind Ning Wufeng.
A few other disciples also came up to him from the family head.
A sharp-tongued monkey pointed at Ning Wufeng and giggled, "Brother Qun, what use is there for this piece of trash to open his spirit vein? It's better to obediently go downstairs and find a low-ranked cultivation technique, and not waste any resources here."
Ning Wu Qun, Ning Wushuang's younger brother, was slightly thinner and had a pair of long ears. It was said that Ning Wushuang was in closed door cultivation to prepare for the Qualifying Immortal Palace Qualifying Competition in three months.
Therefore, when Ning Chen and Ning Chen were beaten up, they immediately ran back to report to Ning Wu Qun.
Ning Wufeng was too lazy to accompany this group of rotten children to play, he merely shrugged his shoulders and continued to search for the jade chip.
"Stop, you trash, how dare you act like this?!" Ning Wu Qun's monkey gills revealed a sinister expression. "You have a mother and no son, you piece of trash."
He immediately scolded and pointed at Ning Wufeng's back, "You bastard who doesn't have a father, and still have the face to stay in our Ning Family, get the hell back to your shitty Azure Dragon Bay."
Ning Wufeng's figure suddenly froze, a stern look emerged on his face, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and the aura around him suddenly changed, scaring Ning Wufeng to the point that his neck shrunk, and he abruptly stopped.
"You ? What do you want? " He had forgotten for a moment that he was a cultivator of the Fifth Heavenly Layer of Qi Drawing Stage, and he was completely intimidated by Ning Wufeng's aura.
"Let me tell you... "The Martial Pavilion cannot make a move, otherwise ?"
Before he even finished speaking, Ning Wufeng had already charged towards Ning Wu Qun who was a few steps away like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain. A Tiger Fist roared out, and a dragon shaped tiger took up its position.
With a "peng" sound, it landed on Ning Wu Qun's chest. Ning Wu Qun was caught off guard by the punch, and was forced back about four or five steps, crashing into the stone platform. Two of his teeth fell to the ground.
"How dare you injure me?" Ning Wu Qun roared hysterically as he approached in full fury.
Ning Wufeng's pupils shrank. Ning Wu Qun's strength was way stronger than Ning Chen's from before, so he was definitely not his opponent right now. He immediately held his breath and prepared to use all his strength.
"Stop!" A shout that sounded like thunder suddenly awakened, causing Ning Wufeng's eardrums to vibrate to the point that it seemed as if his ears had been opened.
That drunk old man had appeared at the second floor's staircase without anyone noticing. Before Ning Wufeng and the others could react, he waved his sleeves and directly blew Ning Wufeng and the rest out of the window.
With a bang, the whole group fell to the ground. Ning Wu Qun and the rest gritted their teeth in pain as they pointed at Ning Wufeng and screamed, "Kid, just you wait!
Ning Wufeng patted the dust off his buttocks and looked at the group of people who were smashed until they were beaten black and blue. He could not help but mutter: "Is it that painful? Why don't I feel it? "
"Aiya, this is bad. My selection of the Spirit Spell has been ruined by this group of people. You will definitely not be able to enter the Martial Pavilion now. " Because, Ning Wufeng saw that the Martial Pavilion's door was closed.
"Luckily I kept a spare." Ning Wufeng rubbed his chest. Luckily the Pure Yang Sword Art jade chip was still there.
Eh, what is this? At the same time as he touched the jade chip, Ning Wufeng also touched a sheepskin scroll. He took it out and looked at it, and immediately became pale white.