Control The World

"The battle for the top three pilgrimage feasts, officially started!"

The **** with a male duck's throat on the ring extended his neck and shouted hysterically. The sound went through the competition field.

One hundred thousand people cheered in unison, the whistling sound was deafening.

Ning Wufeng, Zhao Wuji and Qin Xinghui all stood on the ring.

"Huh, I don't know if I live or die." Zhao Wuji sighed coldly, glancing at Ning Wufeng dismissively.

Ning Wufeng moved the corners of his mouth slightly, lowering his eyelids as if turning a deaf ear.

"Three princes."

"Three princes."

The cheers on the stage seemed to be all worshippers of Zao Wou-ki, and the sound of shouts was like waves.

"Qin Gongzi."

"Qin Gongzi."

There are also many people shouting for Qin Xinghui, after all, the popularity of the first person to ask Dao Xuegong is still extremely high.

And few people shouted for Ning Wufeng.

Because in the eyes of everyone, the third place of the top three is destined to be peaceful. He is just a new disciple of the Imperial Academy, and he does not have the prominent status of the first two. How can he compare with them?

Except for a few people, everyone in the Tianmeng League felt that Ning Wufeng had reached the end of the pilgrimage, and the top three positions were sufficient.

The third place is also extremely rare.

"Have you heard? This is the gap in strength." Zhao Wuji's mouth slightly rose. At this time, it found the dignity and the right to be the prince.

He pressed with one hand and strode to the front of the stage with a big stride, and said loudly: "The pilgrimage is a tradition of Zhao Guo for thousands of years. According to martial arts, talented people emerge, so I can stand forever. Countless people have emerged from this year's pilgrimage, and the prince is especially pleased. "

Immediately, he made a critical comment on the pilgrimage with the position of a superior, and inadvertently exaggerated Ning Wufeng. But all said it in a high tone.

"My brother Ning from the Imperial Academy is really good. Being able to walk to the third position at a young age is really the blessing of the Imperial Academy." Zhao Wuji said with a smile, and a glimmer of coldness appeared in his eyes without comment.

Ning Wufeng frowned slightly and said lightly behind him: "It may not be too early for Your Highness to say such a thing so early."

"Well, just because you want to get out of the hands of the boy again!" Zhao Wuji sneered, turning his hands into a fist, it seemed that Ning Wufeng was being held in his palm.

"Then look at it."

Qin Xinghui lowered his eyes and glanced at Ning Wufeng. A long-depressed momentum in his body rushed to Ning Wufeng instantly, and only heard him say, "I advise you not to challenge my son Limit, otherwise you will be killed on the spot! "

There was a rage in his eyes.

Ning Wufeng felt the shocking spirit in Qin Xinghui's body, his body sank slightly, and his eyes were close to Qin Xinghui's, saying, "I'm afraid you don't have such strength!"

He clenched his fists.

Qin Xinghui does have the capital to disdain Zhao Guoqun. But such capital is only temporary for Ning Wufeng, not forever!

But he also clearly felt the power gap between himself and Qin Xinghui.

Shi Lingqiao, Qin Xinghui is definitely Shi Lingqiao.

And it should be the kind described by the Master Youquan, and the ten spirits cast from the beast were caught by Qin Xinghui, just like a beast.

Ning Wufeng was filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere. He wanted to break out and wanted to break through. As long as he exhales this oppressive breath, he will be able to step into the Ten Spirits.

Therefore, against Zhao Wuji, he must use all means to use Zhao Wuji as a trial stone to stimulate his greatest potential!

Today, the top of the list is in sight, and Tianmeng's expectations are already here.

In any case, it should be backed up!

The cheering of the audience eased for a moment. The elder **** with a male duck voice came out and shouted, "The battle for the top three of the pilgrimage feast is officially started!"

The drums of war screamed, and the sound of horns rolled the clouds in the sky. One hundred thousand people wait and see.

In the first game, Ning Wufeng played against Zao Wou-ki.

Zao Wou-ki slowly walked to the middle of the ring and said calmly: "The prince advised you to give in early, otherwise there will be no chance of giving in."

The implication is that Ning Wufeng's killing of Situ was unhappy, which made him very dissatisfied. If he shot, he would kill Ning Wufeng!

Ning Wufeng is also a timid person. He raised his eyebrows and whispered, "I'm afraid I don't need such an opportunity. I'm afraid that someone will be beaten by his own words."

He replied to Zao Wou-ki unkindly.

"You ..." Zao Wou-ki's expression sank, and he retorted, "Crazy!"

"My prince teaches you how to be a person today, what is inferiority!"

As soon as Zhao Wuji was in shape, his spirits were stirred up and he floated into the air. There was a sudden uproar from the audience.

Only monks in the spirit realm can fly in the air, and Zhao Wou-ki actually flew in the air. It can be seen how powerful its spiritual power is.

Zhao Jun's pupils shrunk slightly, and Zhao Wou-ki endured for so many years without breaking through the Purple Lake Realm. The accumulation of spiritual power has not been weaker than a strong man in the Purple Lake Realm.

He took a deep breath. This half-brother, from childhood to age, did whatever he could to achieve his goal!

I just hope that Ning Wufeng can remember his words, and don't stand firm.

In the air, Zao Wou-ki ’s robes screamed, his eyebrows stared, and his eyes flashed with dazzling light, attracting applause from the stage.

"Three princes are so handsome."

"I like him so much."

A group of young girls looked at Zhao Wuji with a foolish look. However, Ning Wufeng was left out by everyone. It seemed that his previous shine was overshadowed by Zhao Wuji.

He looked up at Zao Wou-ki, and Feng Qingyun said indifferently: "I was given three tricks from you in front of the Imperial Palace. I will change them one by one today."

Ten months ago, Zao Wou-ki humiliated Ning Wufeng's freshman in his old-fashioned posture. Three moves let Ning Wufeng resort all out without the slightest effort to fight back.

Ten months later, Ning Wufeng confronted Zao Wou-ki again. His pupils shrunk slightly and he said, "I will resolve the grievances ten months ago."

"Three tricks?" Zao Wou-ki sneered, sneer: "I didn't expect you to remember that thing, I'm not afraid to tell you, the prince's strength has long been incomparable. I'm afraid you will never have the chance of revenge . "

"Just look at it, how the prince crushed you inch by inch today, not even the chance to admit defeat!" His eyes flashed sharply.

Between words, Zao Wou-Ki's nine spirits surged, and the strong spiritual power whistled out. A milky light emerged in his hand, and a ruler appeared!

"Su Hua ruler!" Zhao Jun murmured, shrinking his pupils.

Apparently, there were other people who recognized the magic ruler in Zao Wou-ki's hand and took a breath.

Su Hua's ruler is said to be the first weapon under Zhao Guoling's soldiers. It was the weapon used by Zhao Guo's founding emperor that year. He cut off dozens of spiritual soldiers under the ruler, but the ruler was not broken. One of the weapon.

"Su Hua ruler!"

There was a loud noise again from the audience, and everyone widened their eyes and looked at the legendary Zhao Guozhi.

On the stage, Zao Wou-ki's robes rang and hunted.

The magic weapon is equipped with three princes, with a prominent identity and strong strength. Zao Wou-Ki became the focus of the audience for a while, and everything seemed to be his supporting role.

"It seems Ning Wufeng is going to lose." Someone whispered.

"Su Hua ruler paired with nine spirits, even the legendary ten spirits, but this is the case." Someone said with surprise.

At this time, the voice of the audience almost fell to the ground and leaned towards Ning Wufeng.

Pity and sympathy.

Some people even said that if Ning Wufeng was born two years earlier, he would compete with Zhao Wuji, but today, it can only be set against Zhao Wuji.

"Look, are you worthy of comparison with the prince?" Zao Wuji smiled coldly, and the words of the audience fell into his ears without a word.

"Can it be compared? I have to compare it before I know it." Ning Wufeng said slightly, his mouth rising slightly. Along the way, he already didn't care what everyone said and what to do.

He only does what he thinks is right.

"You really like Zhao Jun's bad temper, but unfortunately, this prince is very disliked." Zhao Wuji said coldly.

"You don't like it."

Ning Wufeng chuckled, grabbed in the air, and the extinguishing gun emerged. In the turmoil of golden light, the spirit power of Jiuling Jiu surging, whistling with the sound of guns and blasts, and forced Zhao Wuji to leave.

"Do you still want to fight with the prince? You can't help it!"

Zhao Wuji sneered in disdain, and Su Hua let out a dim light, agitating a few feet of white light, and suddenly a white light fell. The spirit is surging.

"Ten months ago, my prince defeated you three times. Ten months later, my prince can do the same!"

With a bang, Su Huachi and the World Extinguisher dazzled the air in mid-air, and the defense of Huantai buzzed.

Zhao Wuji's face was murderous, and a few inches of light glowed in his eyes. The spiritual power is so abundant and amazing.

Take a shot!

Ning Wufeng's face moved suddenly, his body burst out, such as the qualitative gunman fell suddenly to Zhao Wuji's chest, the spirit of the nine spirits was violent, and the gunman was extremely eye-catching.

"Fanghua at your fingertips!"

Zhao Wuji's face sank, Su Hua ruler fell suddenly, the surging spiritual power rolled up the strong wind, howling and fell to Ning Wufeng.

A foot blasted out, and a distance of tens of meters was close at hand.

It was just a face-to-face effort, bursting with a shot. The powerful air waves were forced to rush to Ning Wufeng by Zhao Wuji's turbulent spiritual force.

So strong spiritual power!

Ning Wufeng's face moved, the extinguishing gun hurriedly danced, and the entire ring was covered with golden light.

"Fantasy!"

The second time I used the fantasy world to sink again, the golden light was dazzling, and the gunman burst into bursts. Each floating gold spirit in the space has become the enemy soldier of Ning Wufeng.

"Children playing house tricks." Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, Su Huachi rounded in front of him, his light burst, extremely dazzling.

Rumble ...

Without a single move, the cymbals under his feet have cracked numerous cracks, like a spider web covering Xiang Ning without wind.

"Fanghua!"

Zao Wou-ki snorted coldly, and came out from the air with a foot, like endless white light to practice, straight to Ning Wufeng.