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

"The Wang family has arrived."

Many people were startled and came out to check the situation, and immediately saw the huge ship floating in the sky.

But the next moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the tiny figure standing on the flying boat.

Although the figure was extremely small, the aura emanating from his body and the terrifyingly strong energy and blood continued to surge in the sky.

"It's the great elder of the Wang family. His blood and energy are so strong."

In the temporary rest hall, Song Tianshu and others, who were busy with their own things, also had wild expressions.

Because this aura was too powerful, stronger than any ninth-grade master they had ever seen before.

He is far from being comparable to Wang Yun. I'm afraid only the Martial Saint can compare to him.

"Ning Feng, come out and die."

The eldest elder of the Wang family was tall, nearly two meters in height, holding a broken piece of bronze tripod. He had sharp eyes and a terrifying look, and looked extremely destructive.

Standing at the door of the flying boat, he looked like a terrifying old lion.

"It's Wang Qiyao, the great elder of the Wang family. What's that in his hand? Is it a fragment of the Wang family's royal weapon?"

Everyone looked at the figure with horror.

In front of such a terrifying and powerful person, those who originally wanted to take advantage of the situation gave up the idea.

The Wang family even brought out Wang Bing, and they were bound to have a fight with the Ning family.

If they wanted to go up, it wasn't the right time to just rush up stupidly.

After hearing the shout, Ning Feng walked out slowly and glanced at Wang Qiyao in the air, "Elder Wang, are you alone?"

"Ning Feng, I told you to kneel down to greet me, but you are still stubborn and stubborn."

boom,

Wang Qiyao suddenly burst out with momentum.

The next moment, a surge of blood and energy surged out of his body, directly covering Ning Feng's body, "Kneel down for me."

However, in the face of this pressure,

Ning Feng stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed, as if he was totally indifferent. However, Song Tianshu and others behind him had their faces changed drastically. Wang Qiyao had taken them as targets of attack.

"There is something indeed."

Ning Feng muttered secretly, and then the Eight-Division Pagoda appeared directly to offset the pressure.

At the same time, the Qiankun Ding inside grew rapidly, protecting everyone.

The next moment, Ning Feng took a step forward, shook his head and said, "You can't do it, you are too weak."

Hearing the mockery and disdain in Ning Feng's words, Wang Qiyao said coldly: "Asshole, you don't know how to respect your elders, right?"

"I'll let you know today."

boom,

He was not surprised at all that Ning Feng could withstand the pressure. If he could suppress them with pressure, Wang Yun and the others would not have been killed so easily.

Wang Qiyao's momentum suddenly increased.

At the same time, his body was quickly covered with golden light and began to swell wildly.

Three meters, five meters... two zhang... it continued to soar to a height of ten zhang before it suddenly stopped rising.

At this moment, looking at the golden giant that was like a hill, the feeling of oppression had reached its peak before anyone took any action, making everyone feel like a huge rock was pressing on their chest.

I feel like I'm about to explode.

"It is rumored that the Wang family's great elder is as powerful as the clan leader and is close to becoming a martial saint, with one foot in the door."

Everyone's pupils dilated as they stared at the giant in horror.

boom,

The pressure like a tide directly enveloped Ning Feng.

However, Ning Feng's body remained like a green pine tree, standing still in the same place.

Rumble…

Wang Qiyao had a cold look on his face, and the next moment, a golden foot stepped towards Ning Feng's head.

boom,

Ning Feng raised his fist and punched out.

With just one simple punch, countless storms suddenly blew up in this space, and golden blood surged like wheat waves.

Ning Feng's long hair was flying wildly, and he felt the force formed by his qi and blood, cutting his cheeks like a knife.

"Not bad, it can still be blocked."

Wang Qiyao snorted coldly, and the sound of sonic attack fell, and everyone suddenly felt like their eardrums were about to burst.