Control The World

How long has the history of the spirit shrine been said to have existed before Jiang Ning established a government. Who is behind the Spirit Temple? Ning Wufeng doesn’t know.

But over the years, the princes of Jiangning House have changed countless times, the top family has also changed constantly, and large businesses like Linjiang Pavilion have also changed countless times. But the spirit temple is always there.

The Spirit Temple is built on the platform of the ninety-nineth stage. On the square of several hundred meters, there are three endless braziers. Whether it is windy or rainy, the flame never goes out, representing the three halls of the Spirit Temple: Ling Zhen Pavilion, Ling Dan Pavilion, Ling Bing Pavilion .

Ning Wufeng walked alone in front of the gate of the Spirit Temple. The dark bronze door was decorated with the ancient totem, exuding a solemn momentum.

He pushed the door open and walked in. People who didn’t stop all the way could only see pedestrians coming and going in a hurry. Although there was no obstruction, no one came forward to ask Ning Wufeng what to do.

“Excuse me …” Ning Wufeng touched his nose, stopped a hurry disciple, and asked.

“No time.” The man didn’t even look at Ning Wufeng, and went straight around him.

Ning Wufeng touched his nose, seeing pedestrians rushing all the way.

“Is you?” A somber voice came. It was Luo Fei-shui. He frowned immediately when he saw Ning Wufeng, his face was immediately darkened.

Ning Wufeng turned his head. It turned out to be an acquaintance. He smiled and said, “I want to see you Elder Ziyi here. I wonder if I can refer you?”

“Recommendation?” Luo Fei-shui chuckled, and raised the corners of his mouth, scornfully: “A waste, why do you see our elders?”

Before Linjiang Pavilion, Ning Wufeng didn’t even give him face, but now he has something to come to his door, and let him take a look.

Luo Feishui had a strong tone, and there was a disciple passing by, and he turned around and looked.

“It has nothing to do with you.” Luo Feishui waved his hands and let them hurry and leave.

Ning Wufeng did not expect this young man to have such a big opinion on himself, he took out a spiritual array file from his arms, and said lightly: “On this.”

Luo Fei-shui’s face moved slightly. He knew that Ning Wufeng was able to portray the Sanpin Spirit Formation, and his heart was full of energy. His eyes turned and he sneered, “Why is Sanpin Spirit Formation again?”

“Of course.” Ning Wufeng nodded gently.

“Why do I believe you?” Luo Feishui rolled his eyes and sneered. His eyes looked greedily at the spirit array volume in Ning Wufeng’s hand.

The volume depicts a complicated spiritual line, and obviously the rank is not low.

Although the spirit line depicted in the volume is not as effective as the one printed in the spirit line, it is also extremely precious.

“You can see.” Ning Wufeng said lightly, just a Sanpinling array.

Luo Feishui’s face suddenly showed ecstasy, forcibly suppressing his excitement, and said, “Really?”

Ning Wufeng nodded gently. Luo Feishui grabbed the spirit array in his hand, and the greed in his eyes was undoubted.

The rules of the Spirit Temple are extremely strict. Luo Fei-shui only has the strength of a master of spirit array, and rarely has the opportunity to come into contact with such a profound master of spirit.

“This is the Sanpin Spirit Formation?” Although Luo Feishui did not have the strength of the Sanpin Spirit Formation, his vision was indeed not bad. He secretly remembered the arrangement of the Spirit Formation, but the arrangement of the Sanpin Spirit Formation was too complicated.

No, such a forced memory cannot be remembered at all. He secretly said, turning his eyes, glanced around, backhand stuffed the spiritual array file into his clothes, turned and walked towards the hall.

Ning Wufeng glanced at him, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and Shen said, “Luo Gongzi just left?”

“Huh?” Luo Feishui turned his head in doubt, glanced at Ning Wufeng, and asked loudly, “Who are you?”

Ning Wufeng laughed secretly in his heart, but did not expect Luo Feishui to play such a crude trick with him. He said faintly: “If Mr. Luo doesn’t want to help, the thing should be left, that thing should not belong to you.”

“thing?”

Luo Feishui looked at Ning Wufeng with an innocent look, pretending to be confused: “What is it? Who are you? Do you know you? Don’t know what you took?”

His innocuous smile, mixed with doubtful eyes, looked extremely confused.

Around, there were many people in the spirit temple looking at this side.

Ning Wufeng’s mouth slightly raised, and said lightly, “Luo Gongzi doesn’t know if I don’t know me, but he shouldn’t know the spirit array file in his arms.”

“What spiritual array dossier?” Luo Feishui took a step forward in doubt, and the people on the side heard the spiritual dossier and looked at it again.

“You better get to know each other, otherwise you will not be able to get out of the Spirit Temple today.” Luo Feishui said coldly to Ning Wufeng’s ears.

It is rumored that Ning Wufeng is just a waste of a false spirit vein. What about the talent of the empty spirit array? It’s not that he is allowed to bully by Luo Feishui.

Luo Fei-shui was suddenly in a good mood, feeling a sigh of anger.

“Boy, this is the Temple of Spirits, not Linjiang Pavilion. You cannot tolerate this waste!” Luo Feishui said softly, turned and walked toward the hall.

Ning Wufeng moved and stood in front of Luo Feishui.

“Spread the wild, I’m afraid you said nothing.” Ning Wufeng said lightly, and he stretched out his left hand toward Luo Feishui.

Luo Feishui raised a brow and said coldly, “Boy, if you toast or not eat, you’re no wonder my son!”

Immediately, Luo Fei-shui yelled, “Bold, where’s the kid from, he actually slandered the boy!”

The disciples coming and going stopped.

“Who dares to offend Brother Luo?”

“What a bravery.”

Someone whispered, obviously Luo Fei was still very powerful in front of everyone when he was level.

“Give me my Sanpinling array.” Ning Wufeng said lightly.

“Sanpin Lingzhen?”

Many of these people are from Ling Zhen Pavilion, and are extremely sensitive to Ling Zhen. When they heard that Sanpin Ling Zhen all raised their ears.

“Huh, what kind of Sanpin spirit array? The son didn’t see it.” Luo Feishui sneered, and said, on the site of the Spirit Temple, he was determined to have no wind.

“Joke, who do you think you are, you can come up with Sanpin Lingzhen? If you are entangled in the hustle, you should blame the son for being rude.” He heard some agitated sounds around him, and immediately raised a brow and sang in a loud voice.

“Brother Luo, why did you take this man’s spirit array?”

“That’s right, can Sanpinlingzhen be taken out by ordinary people?” The disciples on the side said one after another, and began to blame Ning Wufeng.

“This little trick.” Ning Wufeng raised his mouth slightly, and shook his head gently. “I didn’t expect the person in the Spirit Temple to be this virtue.”

A residual image approached Luo Feishui, and Ning Wufeng’s Liaobu showed off. Taking advantage of Luo Fei-shui’s moment of wandering God, he pulled out the spiritual array file hidden in his chest.

“It’s so fast.” Everyone had a flower in their eyes. I didn’t expect Ning Wufeng to be so fast.

“There is really a spirit array,” someone said immediately.

Luo Fei-shui had not recovered, and Ning Wufeng had taken away his chest before he was covering the heat. He changed his face and screamed, “Bold thief, dare to grab the son’s second-class spirit array.”

His face changed, and he turned to Ning Wufeng’s file.

The strength of the air enlightenment Jiuzhongtian.

Luo Feishui shot very fiercely, grabbed the dossier in Ning Wufeng’s hand, and attacked Ning Wufeng’s chest with one hand.

The Sanpin spirit array that had arrived was flying again. He was anxious to regain the spirit array, fearing that the time would change, and he did not even consider how Ning Wufeng, who had not cultivated, took the spirit array from his arms.

Most of the people present were Yipinlingzheng, and the difference between Erpinling and Sanpinling is not very clear.

Ning Wufeng raised his mouth slightly, and his body was on one side. Under the rush of Luo Feishui, the strength of his shot was not even as good as the triple atmosphere.

Bang, he kicked out, Luo Feishui stunned, a dog fell to the ground after eating shit, and his teeth were bleeding.

“Well.” Someone couldn’t help laughing out loud. Brother Luo, who always has always been high above him, did not expect to be so embarrassed today.

Luo Feishui’s face was even more ugly. He got up, his mouth still dripping blood.

“Did you fix it?”

His face was gloomy, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, saying it word by word.

The corner of Ning Wufeng’s mouth rose slightly, and there were more and more people around. The trouble was so big that he might be much bigger when he saw the elders of the Spirit Temple.

“Brother, how did you make this happen?” Zhao Yanran’s flamboyant voice suddenly sounded.

“Let’s die!” Luo Feishui’s face became even more ugly, and he roared towards Ning Wufeng.

Ning Wufeng’s attention at this time fell on the middle-aged people around Zhao Yanran. There were three purple triangles on the corner of his robe.

Elder Purple.

Right now, Luo Feishui has attacked.

Ning stood calmly and looked at the middle-aged man lightly.

“Stop it!” Said the middle-aged man, Shen Sheng. His name was Zhao Ji, Zhao Yanran’s father, a monk in Tongqiao, and an elder in the purple shrine.

Luo Feishui heard the sound, and his fist stopped suddenly an inch in front of Ning Wufeng, and the fist wind swept Ning Wufeng’s robe.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Ning Wufeng, but in the imposing manner of the people, he had to look at Ning Wufeng with a hate and turned and said, “Master.”

“What’s going on?” Zhao Ji said faintly, with a prestige in his tone.

“Master, this person snatched the dossier array file that Master bought from Master’s auction in Linjiang Pavilion.” Luo Fei-shui said first, pointing to the file in Ning Wufeng’s hand.

“Huh?” Zhao Ji took a cold look at Ning Wufeng and recalled it. He did not remember when Ning Wufeng was in the Jiangning Mansion and said coldly, “What do you mean, sir? Bullying our spirits No one in the temple? “

“This is my spiritual array dossier, Sanpin spiritual array. Since there is no one who knows the goods, then let it go.” Ning Wufeng said lightly.

“Nonsense!” Luo Feishui insisted.

Sanpin Lingzhen?

As soon as Zhao Ji’s face moved, the Sanpin Spirit Formation was extremely important to him. In addition, the Spirit Hall of the Spirit Temple has not been the master for many years. If he can break through to the master of Sanpin Spirit Formation, he will be at his fingertips.

“I don’t know if you can give me a glance?” Zhao Ji said lightly.

“Can you do it?”

“Of course.” Zhao Ji said resolutely.

Ning Wufeng said nothing and threw the file to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji took the scroll, and a moment of surprise appeared on his face, and he was well covered by it.

“It is indeed the second rank.”