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

This scene also made the crowd at the scene break out in cold sweats.

There was a murderous aura about Ning Feng, and everyone had no doubt that he would really strangle Su Xinyue to death.

"Ning Feng...you can't take this box with you. It's something my eldest brother left behind. It belongs to my Su family..."

boom,

Su Yunlong, who was kneeling on the ground, became furious when he saw Su Xinyue like this, but he struggled to take a step and then crawled down straight on the spot.

Even the marble slabs were cracking.

Su Yunlong prostrated himself on the ground, and Ah Xiang stepped on Su Yunlong's head. "Grandmaster, please be quiet."

Ning Feng looked at Su Xinyue and said coldly:

"You are no longer the little sister who can do whatever she wants, so from now on, be careful about your identity in front of me."

"I don't owe you or the Su family anything."

"You and your Su family have no right to yell in front of me."

After saying that, he let go of Su Xinyue's hand and walked out of the venue without looking back.

A Xiang followed closely behind.

Walking out of the Martial Saint Cemetery,

A Xiang drove the only luxury car in the Southeast Region to Ning Feng and looked at him with a happy expression. It was obvious that Ning Feng's performance today was beyond his expectations.

Many media reporters followed, and many paparazzi who were waiting outside also quickly surrounded them.

"Mr. Ning, what do you want to say about this rejection of marriage?"

"Mr. Ning, what made you suddenly wake up?"

"Mr. Ning, who are you going to lick next?"

……

Faced with a group of reporters' mindless questions, Ning Feng just smiled faintly and did not respond.

However, at this moment, it was as if a bomb was thrown into the paparazzi group, and the crowd dispersed with a bang.

Just when Ning Feng was wondering what was going on, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Xia Tian suddenly appeared in front, carrying a four-meter-long sword.

For a moment, the two of them were speechless.

Although the paparazzi retreated far away, they did not stop taking pictures of the two people out of professional ethics.

Finally, Xia Tian broke the silence and took the initiative to speak.

"Mr. Ning, why don't you lick me anymore?"

"I have already explained the reasons."

"Are you really entrusted by the teacher?"

A strange light flashed in Xia Tian's beautiful eyes.

Ning Feng shrugged and said nothing.

Xia Tian said: "Why didn't you explain it before."

Ning Feng said: "Because I don't like to explain."

"hope so."

"But unfortunately, this knife didn't see blood today."

Xia Tian said as he broke the machete into two pieces, placed them on the sports car and left.

A Xiang also escorted Ning Feng into the car, then started the car and drove away.

……

……

Memorial ceremony in the cemetery.

Looking at the messy scene, the crowd looked at Su Yunlong and Su Xinyue, with mockery and pity, but no one dared to step forward to help them because the Martial Saint of the Ning family was still there.

"Hahaha…"

Suddenly there was a loud laugh that made everyone's scalps numb. Ning Zhan put his hands behind his back, looked up to the sky and laughed as he left the scene.

Ning Qiao and Ning Xiong behind him also laughed out loud, and the scene became a little weird for a moment.

Ning Zhan didn't say a word throughout the whole process. Even when Su Yunlong showed his murderous intent towards Ning Feng several times, Ning Zhan didn't show any intention of taking action.

But the attitude at this moment says it all.

As his father, he was very satisfied with Ning Feng's performance today, and even his Martial Saint status couldn't help but collapse for a moment.

I thought this bootlicker son was doomed and was about to train his trumpet, but now it seems there is still hope.

As Ning Zhan was the first to leave,

The major families and guests also left the scene one after another.

"Uncle, I didn't see the joke."

"But this Ning Feng is not the legendary bootlicker."

In the crowd, a young girl and a middle-aged man were walking out.

It was Ye Lan from the Ye family in the Eastern Region, and his uncle Ye Zhennan.

"Indeed, there's something wrong with the plot." Ye Zhennan looked confused.

"But this melon is still interesting. Su Xinyue, that scumbag, deserves to be severely whipped." Thinking of that figure, Ye Lan clenched his fists.