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

Ning Feng smelled it accurately.

But from the air, everything looks normal.

Mountains, rivers and the land of Dragon Kingdom remain the same.

In addition, Ning Feng saw that the middle area of ​​three of the mountains was surrounded by a huge cordon, and countless warriors wearing dark green martial arts uniforms blocked the area.

The clothes of this group of people are very eye-catching, they are all the king's Wu'an Army.

Ning Zhan brought Ning Feng and landed at a camp.

Soon, a team of Wu'an Army warriors rushed over, and the leading warrior was a familiar face.

The martial arts uniform that the visitor was wearing was branded with the identity symbol of the commander-in-chief.

Ning Feng was not unfamiliar with this person. It was Wei Tong, whom he had met once at the Martial Saint Cemetery of Southeast Martial Arts University.

At the beginning, he had supported Jiang Yunfei.

He glanced at Ning Feng beside him and then looked away.

Looking at Ning Zhan, Wei Tong hurriedly bowed respectfully, and then said respectfully: "Wei Tong greets Ning Wusheng. It has been several years since we last met in Guan Shanhai. I hope Ning Wusheng is doing well."

Facing a martial saint, and the most prestigious king in the southeast region.

Wei Tong tried his best to act familiar.

But he is still extremely reserved, and the awe in his heart cannot be changed.

"Ah."

Ning Zhan stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair moving without wind. He just responded casually and followed Jie Yin to walk towards the camp.

There was no trace of cynicism in his attitude towards people like Chao Daitian.

He turned back into the lofty human martial saint in the eyes of the world.

Wei Tong, who was treated coldly, didn't care.

A martial saint has his own pride. In the world of warriors, strength is respected, and the same is true in the military.

Wei Tong smiled and followed obediently behind.

Walking behind, Wei Tong glanced at Ning Feng and said with a smile: "Young Master Ning, I was too abrupt last time at Southeast Martial Arts University. I have been looking for an opportunity to resolve the misunderstanding with you, but unfortunately I was busy guarding the capital and could not get away."

"Ok?"

Ning Feng looked at Wei Tong and said in surprise, "Commander Wei, why do you say that? You have your supporters and your stance. You don't need to do this. Besides, your attitude before was very good. I like it."

Ning Feng laughed.

I still like Wei Tong’s rebellious look.

Hearing the meaning of Ning Feng's words,

Wei Tong just smiled awkwardly and said nothing more.

In his heart, he secretly cursed Jiang Yunfei thousands of times.

Since the last time, he had heard Ning Feng crush Jiang Yunfei many times, without any suspense or pressure. Jiang Yunfei's incredible talent seemed to be vulnerable in front of Ning Feng.

Plus Ning Feng’s subsequent performance.

Wei Tong finally realized that he seemed to have offended a rising star.

When he said he would find an opportunity to visit and resolve the misunderstanding, it wasn't just a verbal statement.

He really thought about it.

Unfortunately, Wuanjun’s pride did not allow him to bow his head easily.

As a result, the resolution process was delayed again and again, and finally it was abandoned.

In fact, with his identity as the commander-in-chief of the Wu'an Army, as long as he does not take the initiative to provoke Ning Feng and the Ning family in the future, he will not have to worry about what the Ning family will do.

After all, he was the king's Wu'an Army.

……

However, at this moment, a violent aura suddenly attacked a mountain.

A large black handprint emerged in the air.

Covering Ning Feng and Ning Zhan.

Ning Zhan stood with his hands behind his back, motionless, looking at the huge black handprint indifferently.

"How dare you,"

Wei Tong roared and rushed towards the big black handprint.

But after the collision between the two and the stirring of qi and blood, Wei Tong's figure retreated violently in a mess, half of his arm was covered in blood, his arm was trembling slightly, and blood dripped down from his five fingers.

boom,

He slapped him again.

"Ning Wusheng, save me."

Wei Tong looked in the direction of Ning Zhan with a look of horror.

However, Ning Zhan still stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, with no intention of taking action at all.

Wei Tong despaired upon seeing this.

Ning Zhan had no intention of taking action, obviously wanting to watch him die.