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

Looking at Ning Feng, he was neither humble nor arrogant.

The king nodded secretly, "Let's get back to the topic. Let's talk about this special mission first."

"You have awakened the twin visions and have a terrifying talent. You are already among the strongest geniuses in Dragon Country. I will not let you take risks unless it is absolutely necessary."

"But before I tell you about the mission, I need to test your strength to see if you can meet the standards for carrying out this mission."

"test?"

Ning Feng frowned slightly.

The king nodded calmly, "That's right, Ning Zhan, I think you have no objection to a small test on your son Ning Feng."

Ning Zhan waved his hand and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter. Men of my Ning family are not afraid of life or death, with my son's martial god posture."

"It's just a small test, my son can handle it easily."

Ning Feng was speechless.

But as soon as the thought came to his mind, he was suddenly attracted by a breath.

This breath was extremely weak. If this space was not sealed, the slightest fluctuation would be very conspicuous and Ning Feng would not notice it at all.

Buzz,

A slight sound of tearing air was heard, like the sound of tearing paper.

Ning Feng's gaze finally stopped on a matte black wall.

The wall gradually tore apart, like a door to the void.

At the same time, a figure slowly walked out, looking extremely illusory at first, and then gradually becoming solid.

In the end, this figure actually began to emit wisps of blood, like silk threads.

At a certain moment, all this blood suddenly burned, and the figure was instantly surrounded by a blood dragon.

Violent and fierce.

Countless blood dragons completely engulfed it, making this body, whose shape was already unclear, look even more terrifying.

However, in the moment when darkness and blood light intersected, Ning Feng still vaguely saw the figure.

This is a headless boy.

The reason why we say this is a young man is that on the headless young man's martial arts robe, not only is the "Chaos" logo branded on it, but there are also two big characters engraved in the middle of his chest: Young Man!

Faintly, a sense of middle school mentality was burning.

"..."

When Ning Feng was in a trance,

Ning Zhan beside him thought Ning Feng was nervous, so he whispered: "Xiao Feng, it's just a small test, don't take it seriously. I also took this test in the past, and my performance at that time can be said to have shocked the whole audience and amazed an era."

"My Ning family is fearless, in one word."

"Just do it and it's done."

"For the rest, I'm here."

Ning Feng smiled slightly, "Don't worry, father. Besides... I'm very happy. I haven't met an opponent in the same realm for a long time."

Looking at the figure approaching step by step, she smiled brightly.

But beneath the brilliant light, a ripple of excitement gradually emerged.

Looking at the father and son, singing the same tune, the king seemed very calm, but the three sculptures could not bear it any longer.

Watching Ning Zhan showing off is more painful than killing them.

It was Chao Dailong holding the halberd who spoke first, mocking, "My dear Ning Feng, your father was indeed very brave back then. He was beaten by my nephew and almost fell to his knees and called me dad. The whole audience was shocked. However, it took the greatest genius in the history of martial arts thirty-six rounds to completely suppress him."

The statue sitting in the middle of the statue, Chao Daidi, also said with a smile: "Third brother, it is not an exaggeration for Brother Ning Zhan to say that he has astonished an era."

"Because our nephew is amazing about the entire ancient history of human martial arts."

The eldest brother said proudly to Dai Tian, ​​"Second brother is right."

Listening to the three people also began to sing in unison,

This time, Ning Zhan rarely responded and just kept silent out of guilt.

He also glanced at Ning Feng out of the corner of his eye.

Under the somewhat pitiful look of the Martial Saint, Ning Feng seemed to understand what Ning Zhan meant.

"To give my father face..."

Ning Feng understood that Ning Zhan's performance back then might have been really "shocking".

He slowly stood up and walked towards the figure.

Finally, he stopped three steps ahead of the fiery red figure.

Several Martial Saint-level warriors in the audience fell silent instantly, without blinking.