Control The World

"Smelly boy, what are you laughing at?" Du Zifei pointed out at Ning Wufeng and rebuked, "Just you dare to laugh at this boy!"

Du Zifei was so indignant that he finally found someone who could spit fire.

He thought: Ning Wufeng is just an unknown boy in a remote and remote country. He accidentally hit the point where he is now. They are all lucky, and there will be any extraordinary talent.

Thinking of this, Du Zifei immediately found an object that could be oppressed and chuckled, "You have the ability, compare with me, and see how many immortal crystals you can smelt."

Ning Wufeng raised a brow, completely regardless of the fat man's spatter, but he also had to refine the celestial spar, so continue to refine in front of them.

The gambling of the two was about 10%, and everyone's eyes gathered.

Han Yanli also showed a gaze of interest, but in his eyes, he was full of pride. In his heart, Ning Wufeng and Du Zifei could not surpass him.

Ten immortal spar appeared in Ning Wufeng's hand.

"Ah!" Said a young man at Xijian College, who couldn't help whispering because he had just seen ...

But then a sharp gaze fell on him.

"What you haven't seen, these ten immortal spar, are you surprised?" Du Zifei snorted coldly.

The elder with big ears quickly blocked the boy behind him and said apologetically, "Let Du Gong laugh."

Immediately, he turned and glared at the exclaimed teenager, scaring him to cover his mouth immediately.

Du Zifei snorted coldly, looked at Ning Wufeng, and sneered: "Smelly boy, don't be too stubborn. Is the challenge of ten immortal crystals a little big for you?"

"Haha." There was a roar of laughter all around.

Han Yanli's mouth also rose slightly.

Ning Wufeng ignored these cooing laughter, ten immortal spar crystals were transformed into spiritual fluid by the spiritual force, and slowly merged into his arm.

A warm feeling came, and every cell on the arm exuded vitality. Ning Wufeng felt that the strength of his arm was much stronger in an instant.

"Wow." Someone whispered, "Actually ten smelt crystals were smelted."

Everyone showed an incredible expression. Du Zifei's face also moved slightly. Ning Wufeng had smelted ten immortal spar, which was only two away from him.

"Huh, smelly boy, ten fairy spar stones have reached your limit." Du Zifei sneered. He couldn't help feeling a little worried. He wanted to see Ning Wufeng's ugliness, but in the end, how he felt his face hurt.

He stared at Ning Wufeng eagerly, musing in his heart: he must smelt the celestial spar, and he must not.

Now I can only hope that Ning Wufeng cannot smelt the fairy spar.

"Why, are you nervous?" Ning Wufeng suddenly looked up and smiled.

Du Zifei quickly shook his head and rebuked: "Joke, compared with you, my son is still nervous, it's just a crazy dream."

However, his hands were shaking a little, and everyone could see clearly.

Han Yan smiled a little, no matter whether Ning Wufeng could win Du Zifei, he could not win him.

At this time Ning Wufeng took out another celestial spar and turned it with spiritual power. The pale golden spirit was slowly absorbed by the arm.

"The eleventh mystic crystal."

Ning Wufeng felt a slight feeling of fullness from his arm, and apparently absorbed so many celestial spar, and was about to reach his limit.

The twelfth celestial spar appeared in the hand. Du Zifei stared straight at Ning Wufeng's movement, and secretly said, "Don't, don't."

However, he was absorbed by the twelfth spinel crystal again.

"Alas." The faces of the people at Tiantufu looked dark, watching Du Zifei lose.

"It's impossible, my son will never lose." Du Zifei suddenly shouted, his eyes were almost on Ning Wufeng, and he screamed, "My son doesn't believe you can still smelt fairy spar."

The thirteenth mystic crystal appeared in the hands of Ning Wufeng.

Han Yanli's face couldn't help but move slightly, it seems that the kid's talent cannot be underestimated.

Du Zifei's lips trembled, and he swallowed deeply.

The pale golden immortal crystal sap fell on Ning Wufeng's arm and rolled down on his arm, almost dripping to the ground. Du Zifei's eyes suddenly burst into hope.

"Great, this kid can only smelt twelve fairy stones." He was overjoyed immediately. However, the faces of Nan Shu and others were a little unsightly.

Du Zifei heard someone muttered quietly, "Thirteen immortal stones."

The spiritual fluid of that fairy pulp crystal was also not wasted, but was absorbed by Ning Wufeng.

"Lost again." Du Zifei suddenly felt his limbs were weak, and the whole person was paralyzed to the ground. Fortunately, the uncle Nan behind his eyes was dying, and immediately supported him.

"Why would I say‘ again ’?” Du Zifei muttered to himself, and he no longer knew how many times he had lost in front of Ning Wufeng.

And Han Yanli's face moved slightly, and after Ning Wufeng surpassed Du Zifei, he could challenge him if he could smelt the celestial spar.

"Impossible, how could I be a little worried?" Han Yanli could not help but panic.

With his talents, even the elders of the Winter Palace have praised him. How could Ning Wufeng be more powerful than him?

Ning Wufeng didn't pay attention to the expression of Han Yanli, weighed a piece of celestial spar in his hand, and now he has spent a lot of time refining the celestial spar.

"Is this the limit?" Ning Wufeng murmured secretly, trying to shake the periosteum, so that the cells of the entire arm vibrated and fully absorbed the celestial crystal.

Obviously, the cells close to the skin surface absorbed the full celestial crystalline solution and turned pale golden, while the cells close to the periosteum absorbed half full.

The fourteenth celestial spar was smelted into the arm.

The cells on Ning Wufeng's entire arm were shaking regularly, and the spiritual fluid of immortalite crystals flowed into the periosteum layer along the gap between the cells and was absorbed by the cells there.

The fifteenth immortal spar.

The cells in the periosteum layer have become pale gold. Ning Wufeng feels that his arm strength is about to climb to the extreme. One punch is enough to break the mountain.

The sixteenth mycelium spar.

His consciousness controlled the fluid flowing into the periosteum along the cell gap, nourishing the bones. The bones that had been tempered by Ming Wangjue were extremely dense, and it was difficult for them to blend in.

The spiritual fluid tore the periosteum, and a painful pain came, making Ning Wufeng shuddering.

"Ah, you don't want to surpass Han." Someone muttered softly.

But the words fell into Han Yanli's ears, not afraid of the thunder and bang, and his expression sank suddenly, and it was no longer possible to keep the breeze.

The seventeenth mycelium spar appeared in Ning Wufeng's hand.

All eyes were on Ning Wufeng's actions. It seemed that the more powerful the talent, the stronger the immortal spar that could be accommodated.

Ning Wufeng shook his muscles and bones, and the seventeenth fairy pulp crystal was also absorbed by him.

"Master Yushi, she's so talented!" Huolingyang snorted and laughed, and changed the name of those who praised Han Yanli before, and told Ning Wufeng to listen.

Han Yanli's face turned pale, he clenched his fists, and hate loudly in his heart: Impossible, how could such a pariah surpass this son. He looked down on Ning Wufeng in his heart, but at this time he was tied with him first.

The eighteenth fairy pulp crystal.

Han Yanli felt that his breathing had become heavy, and he muttered in his heart, "No, no."

The eyes of everyone gathered on this fairy spar, this fairy spar will determine who is the strongest talent present.

The spiritual power melted the celestial spar, the spiritual fluid rolled down on Ning Wufeng's arm, and it fell to the ground with a click.

"Ah!" Someone exclaimed, "No melting!"

Han Yanli took a deep breath, but fortunately he was not overtaken by Ning Wufeng.

Ning Wufeng also shook his head gently. It seems that so many myelite crystals have reached his limit.

"Ning Jingzhu and Han Gongzi are really the pride of heaven, let my generation admire." Someone said loudly, applauding Ning Wufeng.

With such qualifications, if time goes by, Ning Wufeng will certainly be able to achieve a great success in the Great Qin Empire even without the aid of chess.

Han Yanli snorted softly. Although he did not want to be side by side with Ning Wufeng, fortunately, he didn't lose to the kid, otherwise he must want Du Zifei to grab the ground with his head.

Huh, kid, you go far. Han Yanli snorted softly and said secretly in his heart.

At this time, the young man at Xijian Academy whispered, "I saw that Ning Jingzhu had smelted eleven mystic crystals."

"what?"

The words seemed to be throwing big stones on the lake, which was not shocked by the waves, and instantly set off waves of tantrums.

how come?

Ning Wufeng had already smelted eleven immortal crystals before smelting the seventeen immortal crystals?

Twenty-eight Immortal Crystals!

How could this be!

Han Yanli and Du Zifei both widened their eyes and murmured: "Impossible, impossible, it must be fake."

The eyes of the two factions all stared at the talking teenager for an instant, making him pale.

The elder with big ears quickly stepped forward, stopped him behind, and apologized: "The little apprentice speaks yellow and yellow, don't care, don't care."

However, everyone knew that the young man didn't need to lie, and that Ning Wufeng was also a matter of course. This was 80% true.

Twenty-eight pieces of immortal spar, everyone's gaze at Ning Wufeng changed for a while.

With such qualifications, I am afraid that any disciples in the palace and the father of Tiantufu are unable to catch up with their horses. What else do they talk about to gamble with others and rank first?

Everyone talked, and Han Yanli's face turned pale!

He lost, he lost!

Whisper ...

At this moment, a strong wind blew up again at the bottom of the valley, wrapped in a thick layer of golden light, and came straight towards the four peaks.

When Ning Wufeng's face moved, Dragon God decided to display it, and once again collected the celestial spar. The praise from the crowd made him unable to bear the slightest wave.

Because in his heart, there are higher goals!