Control The World

"New and old exchange meeting?" Ning Wufeng was a little confused.

Liu Wenchuan had already inquired about it and explained: "Brother, in fact, those old students want to teach us some new students, and establish their status and respect."

After all, he glanced.

"This kind of exchange will exist in every academy, and it will not escape every session. The academy is also acquiescence. In my opinion, it is to provide a platform for those old students."

"Why then?" Ning Wufeng laughed. "I won't go."

"Brother," Liu Wenchuan said in a hurry: "If you don't go, then you will offend all the old students. People from the Jiumeng League will participate. We will have three people this year. If you don't go, we can ... "

Being bullied is miserable. He didn't say this, but stared at Ning Wufeng eagerly.

He actually entered the academy earlier than Ning Wufeng, but joined Tianmeng a long time later. Already inquired about the strength of this brother Tianmeng.

In front of Xue Gong, he shook Zhao Wou-ki's three moves.

Before the registration office, defeated the famous Situ Ye among the old students.

It has become a legend in the new life. It's just that Ning Wufeng doesn't know it yet. Liu Wenchuan is also here.

"That's the case." Ning Wufeng frowned, and he still had the spiritual tactics of "Going for a Thousand Miles" without practicing. Time was really tight.

"All right, let's go together."

No, no. He is proud, but not crazy. It is not necessary to fight against all the old students.

Liu Wenchuan led Ning Wufeng. He was very familiar with the road of the imperial palace. He walked around in front of a courtyard.

On the road, Ning Wufeng also knew that his master was still a distinguished officer. Liu Wenchuan's grandfather was right-handed, and his power was prominent.

The remaining sister, Lin Yuqing. He also met. She looks so cute, a coquettish sister of Xiaojiabiyu, shouts intimate toward Ning Wufeng intimately.

These are the three freshmen of the Tianmeng League this year.

"Brother, do you know? Our Tianmeng students are known for their arrogance. At that time, they were the head of the Jiumeng League." Liu Wenchuan whispered.

Lin Yuqing was on the side, smiling. Very few words.

Approaching the courtyard, many freshmen are already waiting here. They looked at each other, but each formed a circle. Of the ten circles, nine are freshmen of the Jiumeng League, and there is one who has no background at all and has not joined the nine circles.

Ning Wufeng was surprised to find Ye Yier and Ling Tian.

Ye Yier was surrounded by many teenagers and Zhao Liner. As soon as Ye Yier saw Ning Wufeng coming in, a bright smile appeared on his face.

Ning Wufeng nodded and smiled slightly at her.

But the young people around Ye Yier glared at Ning Wufeng, one of whom had a particularly grim look.

"Brother, that's the Imperial League." Liu Wenchuan whispered to them.

The ten circles are the least number of people in their alliance. Three people, even dozens of people without a circle. The decline of the Celestial Alliance is evident.

"There is a war alliance over there."

Ling Tian happens to be in the circle of the League of Nations, which is also in line with his belligerent temperament. When Ning Wufeng looked at him, Ling Tian's eyes sizzled with war.

Obviously this guy also knows what he caused in the Imperial Academy.

Ning Wufeng sighed and shook his head with a bitter smile.

At this time, a group of old sashimi rushed in. Celestial Alliance, Imperial Alliance, Battle Alliance, Cultural Alliance ...

Ruan Yue came towards Ning Wufeng, but her face was not so good.

"The person hosting the new and old exchange meeting is Situ Shan." Ruan Yue whispered.

It's him?

Ning Wufeng saw that Situ Ye followed behind them. Situ Ye's eyes glanced sharply at Ning Wufeng, and his teeth were bitten.

"Boy, you better be careful." Situ Ye said coldly when he walked to him.

Situshan also glanced at Ning Wufeng, disdainfully.

"Dear everyone, welcome to our imperial alliance, please take a seat in the room." Situ Shan said loudly.

After all, led everyone into the house.

Jinzhuyuban, delicious dishes are already prepared. Even more beautiful maids shuttled among them and brought tea to them.

"Dimeng is really rich." Someone whispered. The students who did not have a circle also showed a moving look.

Situshan first settled, signaled everyone to sit down, and poured drinks.

"Every new and old student can gather at the Wenxian Hall of our imperial alliance today. Situ Shan expressed his thanks on behalf of the leader Zhao Wuji, and respected him first." Situ Shan raised his head and drank a glass of wine.

Everyone also raised their wine glasses.

"Grape and wine luminous cup, Dimeng really rich money." A young Confucian youth laughed, Fang Yingcai sitting beside him.

"Brother Qiubo passed the prize." Situ Shan laughed.

Hua Qiubo, one of the leaders of Wenmeng, is also a monk of the Seven Spirits.

"The new and old exchange meeting is to provide a platform for new students to communicate with the old students. We can learn from each other, and it's the end. But there is also a small punishment." Situ Shan laughed.

"Those who lose will be punished by three cups."

"Good to say good to say." Everyone said yes.

"Which teacher, brother and sister are willing to come forward and draw this jackpot." Situ Shan said loudly.

"Brother Situ, I'm willing to go." Situ Yue was speaking, the Situ family in the tavern who was scared to cry by Ning Wufeng.

Can this guy also come to the Royal Academy?

Ning Wufeng had no doubts.

"At that time, Situ Yue was willing to throw bricks and attract jade. I don't know which brothers and sisters would like to know each other?" Situ Yue came to the field and said loudly.

This exchange meeting was smoothly controlled in the hands of Imperial League.

"I'm coming!" A big man from the League of Wars came out, his eyes were fierce. There were two big axes around his waist.

He roared and rushed into the field. Spiritually rushed out.

"Be careful."

The big axe came out from the big man, and Situ Yue came straight to the door. The ground in the temple and the golden pillars were intertwined with a faint white light, and it seemed that there was a blessing from the spiritual array.

Otherwise, an exchange meeting will have to destroy this Wenxian Temple.

Situ Yue's eyes were condensed, a sword shot out, and his body fluttered through it, apparently he had systematic training.

His body was agile, and the sword light burst out.

The Han's double axe opened and closed, and the spiritual force burst out, forcing Situ Yue.

Ning Wufeng did not expect that Situ Yue, who had been blown away by his own punch, actually cultivated his true meaning in swordsmanship.

"Accepted." Situ Yue stood holding the sword, and the brawn's robe had been torn by Jianguang.

The brawny moaned and turned back into the alliance.

"League of Legends, please enlighten me."

Situ Yue proudly looked at Ning Wufeng. But one more person came out of the war alliance. The appearance is not amazing, standing with a sword.

Situ Yue frowned, the guy who picked things up. Angrily on his face, Jianguang burst out and shot at Ling Tian.

Speed ​​really.

Ling Tian's sword shot out suddenly, the sword light turned into a white training shot. Speed ​​really changed, and Situ Yue's face changed greatly.

"It seems Ling Tian's sword will soon be able to transform the realm." Ning Wufeng secretly said.

Sincerity translates into the source, it is the source of true intention.

Situ Yue stepped back and stumbled. Ling Tian's sword light was like electricity, and one person took him down.

Before the smile on his face had converged, he had already lost.

"It's a strong sword." Situ Shan, the first one, also showed a look of surprise, in contrast, everyone in the battle alliance was very excited.

"Yue brother, you step down first." Situ Ye walked up to the stage.

Finally, there are veterans going to take action. Everyone's expression was shocked. Situ Ye only enrolled in school one year before them, but his fame is no longer small.

Ling Tian's expression was slightly fluctuating, and his fighting spirit was heated. He heard that Ning Wufeng had defeated Situ Ye before. How can he lag behind Ning Wufeng.

Ling Tian seemed calm and contentious, but the sword was the prince of a hundred soldiers, always proud. How could the swordsman not be arrogant?

The sword in his hand trembled buzzingly. "Please enlighten me."

Ling Tian moved, and Jianguang burst out. The third meaning of speed really came to an end, only one step away from the realm of transformation.

As soon as Situ Ye looked, a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly, "Good job."

His fists violently flew in front of him, and the spiritual power burst out, and the "psychic fist" rushed out again.

Roar……

In the boxing light dancing, a wild bear burst out.

The meaning of fist! The same is great. The barren bear was so lifelike and amazing that he rushed to Jianguang Lingtian.

Situ Ye's majestic spirit was surging and crushed Ling Tian.

Good strength!

He was shocked that the afterglow of the fists was not clearly visible at all. Has he been so far away from Ning Wufeng?

"Blast Sword!"

Ling Tian's Jian Mang shot out, Jian Mang had been dyed with a touch of emerald green, and the sword light was intertwined.

The true meaning of speed is close to the true meaning of wind. Even the spiritual power has changed color.

"It turns out that you have come to this step too." Situ Ye grinned, and his whole body burst out, and the barren bear cast a layer of earthy yellow light.

Half-step source really mean it. Situ Ye also arrived.

It has been half a step to source the true meaning, and there is only one step away from the source. As long as you work hard, you can break through.

Thanks to Ning Wufeng's boy, he has become himself. Situ Ye thought coldly.

True intentions are at the same level. Situ Ye has already opened up three spirits, while Ling Tian has only two, naturally falling into the wind.

One wrong move, defeated!

"Brother Situ's strength is so good." There was a whisper in the freshman. Moreover, Situ Ye made extremely aggressive shots, leaving three black youths on Ling Tian's chest, which made him suffer a lot.

"It's ruthless to start with," said a freshman secretly.

They have prepared for the exchange of old and new, but did not expect this group of brothers to be so spicy.

Immediately, many freshmen have already resigned.

"Brother, let's not discuss with this group early in school." Liu Wenchuan muttered quietly.

But Situ Ye's cold eyes had fallen on Ning Wufeng.

"How is it, Brother Ning, how about studying it?" Situ said coldly.