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

Soon, Ning Feng and he arrived at the city.

In front of the city gate, there were human warriors guarding the city as guards, patrolling up and down around the city walls.

Seeing Ning Qiao returning, he let him go.

However, someone on the city wall looked surprised when he saw Ning Feng beside Ning Qiao.

"It's Ning Feng, that person is Ning Feng."

"What, Ning Feng? Is it the young master Ning Feng of the Ning family?"

On the city wall, there were warriors from the Ning family guarding the city. They immediately recognized Ning Feng and let out bursts of exclamations.

……

Entering the city, it was not too prosperous, but it had all the necessary buildings.

Ning Feng walked all the way to the main city and arrived at Ning Zhan's residence.

Soon, Ning Feng followed Ning Qiao into the City Lord's Mansion.

In front of a room, Ning Qiao pointed forward and said to Ning Feng: "Xiaofeng, your father is in there."

Ning Feng nodded and said, "I understand, uncle."

Ning Qiao said, then looked at Ning Feng and said, "Xiao Feng, don't get too excited when you see your father."

Ning Feng frowned slightly when he heard this, and heard something wrong in the words.

However, he still nodded lightly, responded, and walked into the room.

Ning Qiao asked his entourage to disperse, and then followed Ning Feng into the room.

……

Pushing open the door of the room, Ning Feng saw a middle-aged man sitting in front of the tea table in the room.

It was Ning Zhan.

"Father."

After Ning Feng walked in, he looked at Ning Zhan and his expression immediately focused on him.

At this time, Ning Zhan had half of his body covered in blood, one arm was missing, and half of his body was broken and could not heal for a while.

In addition, there was a sword stuck in Ning Zhan's other shoulder, piercing his entire body, which looked very weird.

And Ning Feng actually felt an extremely special aura on this sword.

It’s hard to describe, but it has extremely strong corrosive power.

"you…"

Ning Feng stopped talking, and for a moment, he felt choked up.

Ning Zhan, who was thinking about something, suddenly relaxed his frown the moment he saw Ning Feng. With a smile on his face, he instantly appeared in front of Ning Feng, "Xiao Feng."

His eyes were bloodshot with excitement as he looked at Ning Feng excitedly, then he used his only remaining fist to hit Ning Feng hard.

However, seeing Ning Feng's reaction, Ning Zhan immediately pretended to be nonchalant and laughed, "Don't worry, it looks scary, but it's okay, you won't die."

"And this sword is the sword of a martial god. I used my flesh body to trick it and suppressed it with my flesh body."

"The sword of the God of War." Ning Feng was shocked when he heard this.

But seeing Ning Zhan pretending as if nothing had happened, he was speechless for a moment. He was really good at pretending.

Because he could feel that this Martial God's sword had extremely strong destructive power, which was constantly destroying Ning Zhan's body. Now Ning Zhan was using his physical body to suppress this sword, and the price he paid was unimaginable.

Ning Qiao said: "The Martial God's Sword is so powerful that no one but the Martial Saint can suppress it. It has killed countless powerful men of our human race on the battlefield. Your father..."

"Ahem..." Ning Zhan coughed dryly and interrupted, "Brother, there is nothing for you to do here, go down first."

Ning Qiao laughed and simply shut up. Then he glanced at the two of them and walked out.

Watching Ning Qiao retreat, Ning Zhan turned around, looked at Ning Feng, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Dad is fine. It's just a small problem to suppress the Martial God's Sword with his physical body."

Seeing that Ning Zhan was still pretending, Ning Feng didn't point it out.

According to his perception, this war sword of the God of War was constantly devouring Ning Zhan's energy and destroying the vitality in his body.

Ning Zhan will probably not be able to hold on for more than a month.

Ning Feng suddenly laughed and said, "Dad, if there is a problem, there is a problem. There is no need to force it."

Ning Zhan glared at him upon hearing this and said, "What did you say, you little brat?"

Ning Feng smiled and said, "I'm afraid that you won't be able to bear it in a month. What will I do then?"

Ning Zhan was about to glare when Ning Feng suddenly raised his hand and the sacred Jianmu tree appeared behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a fruit from the sacred tree fell into Ning Feng's hand.