Control The World

"A test again?" Ning Wufeng's eyes widened and he couldn't help exclaiming. Along the way, has been tested countless times. The test until now is that there are no competitors left.

He turned his eyes and smiled hesitantly: "Senior, look at the two of us right now, can you save this test?"

"After all, the inheritance of His Highness Cang Lan has been hidden for so many years, and it is precisely the outstanding descendants like me that need to be inherited. Let the entire continent know the great achievements of his elderly."

Ning Wufeng stepped forward, looking flatly at the charter.

"No!" Said the Charter coldly, with no room for negotiation.

"But you don't give it to me, who do you give it to?" Ning Wufeng said arrogantly, proudly, after all, only he was here.

"Will you want to keep His Royal Highness Canglan's inheritance in the snow for tens of thousands of years? Then you are the ancient sinner of the mainland. You see the blood shadow just now, they are bound to be the entire immortal continent, only I can only save the sentient beings if I get the inheritance. "Ning Wufeng was so full of eloquence and articulate, and with a little grief, his emotions were extremely in place.

"No." The charter rejected it coldly again.

"Why is this guy so difficult to talk to?" Ning Wufeng felt a bit big, and this guy who didn't get into the oil and salt was really the hardest one.

"However, I can fulfill one of your wishes." Charter's ears quivered slightly, and said instead.

"Really?" Ning Wufeng was instantly rejoicing. I didn't expect that this guy could still talk about it, which was still a little good.

He immediately overturned previous views on the charter.

"In that case, seniors, I'm not polite." Ning Wufeng smiled grinningly, took a step forward, scratched his head and thought for a while, what kind of request is reasonable and can guarantee himself Can maximizing the interests of the charter allow it?

Soul soldier?

No, this kind of treasure is rare, but who is the charter? That is the spirit of the Canglan King, the heir to the dragon. It's too cheap to ask for one soul soldier. Ten soul soldiers are not needed.

Life-saving rune?

No, this kind of thing is better to ask Master Elders to ask for it, or don't bother the people's charter and waste this rare opportunity.

Peerless trick?

Still no, the best thing here should be the Cang Lan King's inheritance, and the charter will certainly not be easily given to himself.

So what is it good for?

Ning Wufeng scratched his head and thought, this is very important to him.

However, when the charter spoke at this time, he said coldly, "Since you can't think of it, let me help you make a decision."

Does he want to surprise himself?

Ning Wufeng's face moved, and his mouth overflowed with joy. After all, the charter was well-informed. At that time, he would take out some treasures and rare spirits, which he had never seen before.

Think about it right away.

"Okay, listen to the arrangement of seniors." He looked at the chart with a look of hope.

"Since you were suffering from no competitors just now, I will send you a competitor." The Charter said coldly, and his cold face inadvertently smiled.

what?

Ning Wufeng was so surprised that his eyes almost flew out, exclaiming: "Senior, you ... what are you kidding?"

Give him a competitor at this time?

What kind of gift is this?

If it wasn't for him, Ning Wufeng felt that he would immediately take off his shoes and pump some soles of him fiercely, what nonsense was spoken.

"No no no ... senior, don't want such a gift anymore." He quickly waved his hands and said seriously.

"I have decided." There was no room for negotiation in the tone of the charter.

Ning Wufeng felt that he was about to run away in tears, and said hurriedly, "Senior, you can give me a soul soldier casually. Whatever it looks like."

"No."

"Then give Zhang Fuming Fu Li. I don't choose as long as I can resist the attack of Monk Yuan Danjing." Ning Wufeng looked at him flatteringly, and smiled.

He felt that he had made a lot of concessions, and his heart was bleeding.

"No!" There was no room for discussion in the Charter.

"Just pick an opponent from the outside."

At this time, outside of the Five Elements, Lingbao Pavilion and Qianguizong and others have already come to the center of Purple Lake.

Han Yi's uncle held his sword coldly and stood closest to the Five Elements.

"Non-Five elements, want to step inside. Seek dead!" He said coldly. Suddenly, a group of people lingered outside the Five Elements.

Although everyone is coveted by King Canglan's heritage, no one dares to use his own life to verify the authenticity of He Conghua.

Moreover, it is not necessary for the dignified people to deceive them with such clumsy words.

"How can this happen? Then, do we people come here just to accompany us?" Someone said indignantly.

Nine deaths, who came to this point, who would run freely?

"You can try it," said the uncle gently, giving way.

In this way, no one dared to step forward.

On the side of Lingbao Pavilion, Fu Jixiang's face changed and changed. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "I'll try."

He has treasures left by monk Yuan Danjing in his arms, which can save his life!

The eyes of everyone around him fell on him.

Everyone is preparing, as long as Fu Jixiang successfully enters the place of inheritance, they can swarm up, rush in, and compete for inheritance.

In the crowd, Gui Yan licked his lips, his eyes filled with anger, and he walked extremely uphill along the way. Ning Wufeng and Han Yi can enter into the inheritance place in front of him. As the Tianjiao's Tianjiao, he can't go in, how willing!

However, at this moment, he can only watch the changes and watch Fu Ruyi explore himself.

In the end, Fu Jixiang was a disciple of Lingbao Pavilion. He slowly walked to the Five Elements and suddenly showed a sad look and sang loudly, saying, "Dear everyone, I am lucky to be a master of the Cang Lan. Contribution, I also hope that any treasure you have can be lent to Blessing, and I will be able to save my next life, I am grateful. "

Everyone's eyes were on him, but this guy stepped out in the air and did not fall for a long time, and began to lose everyone's appetite. Obviously everyone wanted him to try his own risks, and he began to benefit everyone.

"I give out a soul-raising dan for the son of Fu Gong." Someone shouted immediately.

Yanghundan, warming up the spirit and soul, is a special product of Qianguizong, and it is difficult to obtain ordinary disciples of Qianguizong.

"Okay, thank you!" Fu Jixiang nodded gratefully.

"I make a copy of the middle-aged spirit, and raise weapons for the son of Fu."

The monk's spirit can be a soul sacrifice and a good treasure.

"Thank you!" Fu said auspiciously.

After a while, all kinds of strange treasures were sent to him, Fu Jixiang collected a bunch of good things. A smile blossomed on his face.

He even gave him things.

"Two of you?" Fu Jixiang's eyes fell on Han Yizheng Cong and Huli.

"I want something, and after you die, I can burn it to you." The uncle said coldly, speaking politely.

Fu Jixiang repeated a few sounds, which was really unlucky.

He looked at Huli, and immediately withdrew it. He could see the strength of Huli. A prickly rose cannot touch.

"Then I'll go too!" Fu Jixiang took things away and stepped out.

Just as he stepped down, a dazzling aura of light flew from the towering charter spirit, falling from the sky and falling towards the top of his head.

puff……

Fu Jixiang spit out blood, and the whole person was directly overturned. A puppet man appeared in the original position, and that puppet man was already torn apart.

"Stand up!" Everyone had a look of horror on their faces.

No wonder Fu Jixiang dared to come forward and try, it turned out that he was carrying a substitute.

Substitute stings are extremely rare. They need to be tailor-made by the local craftsman, and then the two monks of Yuandanjing can join hands to inject spirits before they can be forged!

Not to mention that the materials of the substitutes are rare. The ground refiner alone is the object that all major forces are trying to attract. Ordinary second-level forces do not ask them to move at all.

Because of the peculiarity of Lingbao Pavilion, it was only by coincidence that he created a substitute for Fu Jixiang.

"Too scary." Fu Jixiang rose from the ground and shouted in horror. Even with the help of a substitute, he was seriously injured.

The monks all around looked pale and pale, and who dared to rush into such a terrible attack?

"Did we really miss the inheritance of King Canglan?" Someone screamed.

"Hey, it seems that the stronger the stronger in this world, the weaker the weaker." A pessimistic man sighed. "After being inherited by the King of Cang Lan, whether it is Han Yi or Ning Wufeng, there will definitely be **** help. I wo n’t have the chance to talk to them again. "

He shook his head, and everyone was shocked.

"No, I'm not willing!" Gui Yan roared, his expression of aggrieved expression, clenched his fist tightly, and stared at the five elements in front of him.

He regards Han Yi as a competition object, even if he is surpassed and crushed by the arrogance of Han Yi. Lian Ning Wufeng is even better than an unknown person, and he has repeatedly seized his chance.

Not reconciled!

Guiyan is definitely not reconciled!

"Brother, don't be impulsive." The disciples of Qianguizong hurriedly held him, and the non-Five Elements spirit really couldn't enter the core of inheritance! Just after Fu Jixiang ended, they all saw it with their own eyes.

"Don't persuade me!" Gui Yan said with gritted teeth.

He rushed forward, looked angrily at the charter spirit, and resolutely rushed past. At this moment, even if he died, he would try.

Everyone held their breath and watched the action of Guiyan.

Some soft-hearted female disciples turned their heads, for fear of seeing Guiyan's dead bones the next moment!

However, it is strange that Gui Yan stepped into the scope of the chart's spirit and was not attacked.

"This kid is good, it's you." The charter's voice suddenly sounded, and Volley grabbed the ghost inflammation into it.

"Am I the one chosen!" Humming ecstatic at this moment!