Control The World Chapter 3

After chasing Ning Chen away, Ning Wufeng and Daoist Abacus discussed the matter.

"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. " Daoist Arcanum said in a deep voice.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Ning Wufeng who was in high spirits. He couldn't help thinking about himself back then. The head disciple of the Wood Palace of the Nine Heavens Spiritual Firmament, Qi Drawing Realm, Nine Heavens, Invigorated Meridian, Purple Lake, Spirit Stage, Three Yuan 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 …

Daoist Xuankong did not dare to think any further. He shook his head and looked at Ning Wufeng firmly, saying, "No matter what, this old man will support you."

Ning Wufeng gently hugged the slovenly old man. When he first entered Azure Dragon Bay, he picked up a cheap master with three bottles of wine and two fish. He didn't expect that he would be of so much help later on.

"Don't worry old man Huan Ku, I guarantee you that I'll definitely protect myself." Ning Wufeng nodded heavily.

Upon learning that Ning Wufeng possessed spiritual energy, the Ning Family was immediately flooded with a wave of emotions.

In the Ning Family Martial Pavilion, Ning Wufeng looked up at the huge stone monument and saw the words carved on it. His heart burned with pa.s.sion. It was said that the Ning Family Martial Pavilion had been set up 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, the son of the heaven's pride expert Ning Linchuan, was indeed a pseudo spirit vein, and was unable to sense spirit energy at all.

"Breaking through to the first level of the Qi Drawing Realm, I have come to the Martial Pavilion to pick out Spiritual Arts." Ning Wufeng said with a stern expression.

A Spiritual Art was a cultivation method cultivated by those with Spiritual Veins. It was a tens of thousands of years' worth of fighting against the heavens, people, and 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 art, the more refined the use of spirit energy. Moreover, according to the types of spirit arts, they were divided into cultivation method spirit arts, martial skill spirit arts, auxiliary spirit arts, and so on. They were all extremely complex.

"Oh?" Old man Jiu suddenly opened his eyes. His turbid gaze was like a lone wolf staring at Ning Wufeng, causing him to shiver all over.

In his previous life, he was a martial arts grandmaster, and Ning Wufeng knew many 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. "The third floor has an Earth Tier cultivation technique." "Yes," the drunk old man replied indifferently. He then closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping.

Ning Wufeng cupped his fist at the old man and walked 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 went straight to the second floor. Since time was limited, he naturally went to 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 amount of spirit arts stored on the first floor wasn't even a tenth of the level of the first floor, and they were mostly stored in the form of jade slips. Many of the mortal rank spirit arts on the first floor were in the form of jade slips on the second floor.

Ning Wufeng casually took out a jade slip and scanned through it.

"Tidal Current Technique, Water Type Qi Method, mid-grade Mortal Realm art." This cultivation technique can cultivate water attributed spiritual force, and it can never be stopped. It has a strong defensive power … "

Ning Wufeng mumbled, "Too soft." Put it back in place.

Since he had to choose a cultivation technique or technique, he naturally had to choose the one that was most suitable for him.

"Fire Worshipping Art, middle grade mortal rank cultivation technique, fire type spiritual art. Once cultivated to mastery, one palm will strike out and the firelight will cover ten miles with shocking power."

"Bear King Punch, mid-tier Mortal Realm art. One punch for the Bear King Breaking Stone, two punches for the ground, three punches for the water, this is one of the best punching techniques."

Ning Wufeng flipped through dozens of books in a row, all of them low-grade Mortal level.

Finally, he turned to another stone rack and saw a few jade slips that were scattered everywhere.

"Boulder's Arts, middle grade mortal rank spirit art. It's as strong as a boulder. The first level of refinement transforms the body into a boulder's body, the second level of Bone Forging, and condenses copper skin and iron bones." Being able to combine both attack and defense is a rare spirit art. "

"Materialized Wood Spirit Art, Common Middle Rank Spiritual Art, Boundless Falling Wood Xiao Xiao, One move to turn trees into clouds." In between the lines, Ning Wufeng could feel the boundless wind blowing against him. It was evident how powerful the Qi Method was.

"Pure Yang Sword Art, Common Tier High Rank Spiritual Art. I only left behind the first three forms, but the power of each move is comparable to a Quasi-Earth Tier Spiritual Art. Due to the lack of a Spiritual Art, it is cla.s.sified as a High Rank Spiritual Art. "

Ning Wufeng's pupils constricted. Indeed, it was a high-grade Mortal Spiritual Art. Soon after, his expression changed and he shook his head. It was a pity that this spiritual incantation was incomplete. Otherwise, it would have been an excellent choice. Furthermore, it was a technique. Ning Wufeng was more inclined to use a 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 slip. If he could not find a more suitable spirit art, this Pure Yang Sword Technique could be used as an alternative.

As Ning Wufeng walked forward, he discovered that the spiritual power of high-grade mortal jade slips was much denser than that of middle-grade jade slips. The spiritual power reflected on the surface of the jade slips was milder and denser.

With this kind of judgement, Ning Wufeng sped up his search.

Just as he saw a milky white jade slip, the jade slip was picked up by someone.

Ning Wufeng frowned and turned around to look for other jade slips.

"Stop, trash, don't tell me you don't know this young master?" The figure holding the jade slip shouted from behind Ning Wufeng.

Behind him, a few other disciples of the Ning Family branch gathered around.

A sharp-tongued monkey pointed at Ning Wufeng and laughed, "Brother Qun, what use is there for this piece of trash to open a spiritual vein? It would be better to obediently go downstairs and find a low-rank cultivation technique, and not waste any resources here."

Ning Wu Qun was the younger brother of Ning Wushuang. He was slightly thin and had a pair of ears that could attract wind. It was said that Ning Wushuang was in closed-door training in preparation for the selection compet.i.tion of the Dao Seeking Palace in three months.

Thus, when Ning Chen and Ning Chen were beaten up earlier, they immediately ran back to report to Ning Wu Qun.

Ning Wufeng was too lazy to play around with these children. He indifferently 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 swore and pointed at Ning Wufeng's back, "You b.a.s.t.a.r.d who doesn't have a father, and still have the face to stay in our Ning Family. You better get the h.e.l.l back to your s.h.i.tty Azure Dragon Bay."

Ning Wufeng's body suddenly froze, and a stern look emerged on his face. His eyes flashed with a cold light, and the aura he exuded suddenly changed. He was so frightened that he shrunk his neck, and his body abruptly came to a stop.

"You … What do you want? " For a moment, he had forgotten that he was a cultivator of the 5th level of the Qi Drawing Realm, and he was completely intimidated by Ning Wufeng's aura.

"Let me tell you... "The Martial Pavilion cannot make a move, otherwise …"

Before he could finish his words, Ning Wufeng had already charged towards Ning Wu Qun 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 constricted. Ning Wu Qun's strength was much stronger than Ning Chen's earlier strength, so he was definitely not a match for her. He immediately held his breath and prepared to use all his strength.

"Stop!" The shout was like a clap of thunder that woke Ning Wufeng up from his stupor. He felt as if his eardrums were about to burst open, "A martial arts expert in the Martial Pavilion, scram!"

It was unknown when that drunken old man appeared at the stairway to the second floor, but before Ning Wufeng and the rest could react, he waved his sleeve and sent Ning Wufeng and the rest flying out of the window.

With a bang, everyone fell to the ground. Ning Wu Qun and the rest gritted their teeth in pain as they pointed at Ning Wu Feng and shrieked, "You brat, just you wait! This young master will definitely find you again to settle his score!"

Ning Wu Feng patted the dust off his b.u.t.t and looked at the group of people who were beaten black and blue. He couldn't help but mutter, "Is it that painful? Why don't I feel it? "

"Aiya, this is bad. This group has ruined my plan for choosing spirit arts." You will definitely not be able to enter the Martial Pavilion now. " Because Ning Wufeng saw that the Martial Pavilion's doors were already tightly shut.

"Luckily I kept a spare." Ning Wufeng rubbed his chest. Luckily, the Pure Yang Sword Technique jade slip was still there.

Eh, what is this? At the same time he touched the jade slip, Ning Wufeng also touched a piece of sheepskin scroll. When he took it out and took a look, he immediately turned pale with fright.