Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

Then press toward the ground.

Bang bang bang,

After three extremely dull kowtows, the two men were stunned.

Especially Su Xinyue, all the light in her eyes quickly disappeared, and finally became dull and sluggish.

"Ning Feng, I will never forgive you, even if you kneel in front of me, I will not forgive you."

She doesn't understand, and can't figure it out.

Ning Feng used to flatter me so much, he was a bootlicker who always obeyed my orders.

Why would he suddenly treat her like this?

She was still pregnant.

Shouldn't she be a little princess now and be cared for meticulously?

At this moment, Su Xinyue's mentality collapsed, and the last trace of light in her beautiful eyes gradually dissipated.

On this side, Ning Feng let Su Xinyue roar and ignored her nonsense.

He raised his hand and took out three sandalwood boxes from the space storage ring.

One blue, one purple, one black...

Each one was not big, all three were the size of a thumb, and could barely fill Ning Feng's palm.

The crowd at the scene didn't understand what Ning Feng was going to do and were staring at him in confusion.

Ning Feng spoke calmly, and said something shocking,

"Before my teacher passed away, he entrusted some things to me."

"I think many people have heard this rumor."

boom,

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd at the scene were all shocked, and then they all flashed with crazy enthusiasm.

Only Ning Zhan, who was also a Martial Saint, looked calm. He raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at his son Ning Feng.

Jiang Nianchu also suddenly looked up at Ning Feng, his eyes were extremely ferocious and cold, like an eagle looking at a wolf.

Su Xinyue, whose eyes had originally lost their luster, suddenly had a burst of light in her dull eyes.

That is the legacy left by a Martial Saint, and it is very likely the Martial Saint's inheritance.

It had been rumored before that Saint Su Wu left his inheritance to Ning Feng, and it seemed to be true.

"Young Master Ning... you are taking out the box left by the old Martial Saint now, what does that mean?"

A reporter in front of him suddenly plucked up the courage to ask.

And asked everyone's questions...

Ning Feng's eyes flickered as he glanced at the crowd of people with different expressions. "The teacher didn't say whether these three boxes contained the inheritance of the Martial Saint, skills, weapons, or something else."

"Of course, it wasn't left to me. My current identity is just to hold the key temporarily."

"The teacher just asked me to make this public three years ago today."

"And these three boxes need to wait for three destined people to open them."

Everyone was invigorated and looked at the three boxes with burning eyes.

At this time, the reporter who had just spoken seemed to have grasped the topic and became much bolder. He asked, "Master Ning, how can I know if this is the destined person?"

"Good question."

Ning Feng smiled faintly, and then continued: "The teacher didn't say this either, but soon, I will announce the date for opening the first box."

"At that time, anyone who is interested can choose to try their luck."

"All the farce today ends here. Thank you all for coming to participate in the teacher memorial day."

"Ning Feng has something important to attend to, so he can't accompany you. The memorial service is over, and you can all go yourselves."

Ning Feng spoke calmly and without any stage fright, and walked out of the venue after he finished speaking.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly blocked his way. Su Xinyue looked at Ning Feng with a flushed face, her expression somewhat ferocious, "That must be what my father left for me. Ning Feng, you thief, left it to me..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

A big hand grabbed Su Xinyue's neck, and the hand exerted a little force and slowly lifted her up.

Su Xinyue's breathing suddenly became rapid, and her pretty face quickly turned red and then purple.

At the same time, she felt her feet gradually leaving the ground. Looking at the pair of eyes that were below her because of being in the air, Su Xinyue felt the hairs on her body stand on end.

The way Ning Feng looked at her, there was really no love in him.