Control The World Chapter 220

"Undying Li family."

Ning Wufeng pondered for a moment, then picked up the small red bottle, feeling its warmth. He slowly stood up and walked out of the Moon Invitation House.

Xiao Ziyi silently watched his back as he left. The Undying Li Clan had already come out, there wasn't much time left for them.

She sighed lightly. She had spent so much effort to get Ning Wufeng to join the Emperor Dao Palace and the Heavenly Alliance. Wasn't that all for the sake of this matter?

Ning Wufeng returned to the island without alerting Wan s.h.i.+ and the others, and quietly returned to his courtyard.

Undying Elixir?

Ning Wufeng muttered to himself, then opened the bottle. One could see the crystal clear, like a cake shaped elixir, exuding a rich fragrance that penetrated one's heart.

He used his spiritual energy to dissolve the Immortal Elixir, pouring it into his mouth. The rich fragrance instantly filled his mouth. As the spirit medicine entered his body, the surrounding dense spiritual energy enveloped his body. His pores opened wide as his entire body felt warm.

A numbing feeling came from the wound, and the damaged spirit vein began to heal as well.

"What a miraculous elixir." Ning Wufeng thought to himself.

The Undead Medicine of the Li Family?

Just where did they come from? What reason did he have to look for me? He was confused.

In the blink of an eye, another day had pa.s.sed. Ning Wufeng had also completely refined the spiritual medicine. However, what Li Yao said was true. His wounds wouldn't recover for more than two days.

The effects of the elixirs were still nouris.h.i.+ng his wounds, preventing them from leaving any hidden dangers.

Footsteps came from outside.

"Has Senior Brother Ning returned?" It was Liu WenChuan's voice.

He did not enter the door. Instead, he let out a few cries, sighed, and then turned to leave.

Tonight, the Heavenly Alliance will have two newcomers supporting it.

Ning Wufeng thought to himself, "Don't worry, after tomorrow, I will let everyone know just how powerful the Heavenly Alliance is!"

He then disguised himself and went with them to the Moon Invitation Tower.

It was already the third night of the month's invitation ceremony, and the second round of the compet.i.tion.

The White, Spiritual, and Fire Leagues took the lead.

The chief of the Spiritual Alliance, the Ice Spirit Toad, had its body taken away by the Purple Bamboo Medicine Mother, causing its fighting strength to drop drastically. The third chief had also been severely injured by Ruan Yue, so the Spiritual Alliance's forces had been greatly reduced. Only the second chief had been attacked by the White Alliance. He had been defeated, becoming the last of the Nine Alliance.

Those from the Fire League were experts in controlling fire spirit arts. One of them had reached perfection with a spirit fire, and one of them even had a fire spirit vein at his disposal. His control over fire spirit energy was ten times greater than that of ordinary people, and his strength even surpa.s.sed that of the Fire Alliance's Alliance Master.

With a head of scarlet hair and a face br.i.m.m.i.n.g with arrogance, he had made a name for himself in the opening match of the night, making everyone remember his name — Fire Treader Zhu Yan.

Seventh to ninth place had come out, Fire League's seventh, White Alliance's eighth, and Spirit Alliance's ninth.

Next, the second round of the group began.

The Heavenly Alliance versus the Wen Alliance, the Green Alliance versus the Imperial Union, and the Jun Alliance versus the Battle Alliance.

As the people discussed amongst themselves, a member of the Wen Alliance stepped forward. With a graceful bearing, he was the Fang Yingcai that Ning Wufeng was familiar with.

He cupped his hands in the direction of the Heavenly Alliance and was extremely polite. However, in the VIP booth in the southeast corner, Ning Wufeng knew that he had a stomach full of playthings, completely different from what he looked like.

Only Liu Wenchuan and Lin Yuqing were left in the Heavenly Alliance. And there was also Ning Wufeng in the dark.

"Sigh, how boring. "There are only two kids left in the Heavenly Alliance. They're definitely at the bottom this time." Someone said in a bad mood.

"So what if you're a little kid? Up until now, I haven't lost a single game." Someone said with a smile.

Indeed, the Heavenly Alliance seemed to be dancing on the steel wire, but after two consecutive nights without a single loss, they were now in the top six.

Liu Wenchuan and Lin Yuqing looked at each other, took a deep breath, and jumped onto the stage.

Fang Ying revealed a smile as he opened the folding fan, saying, "Junior Brother Liu, long time no see."

He had been chasing Ruan Yue the whole time, and he seemed to be very good at it on the surface, so Liu Wenchuan had a good impression of him.

"Greetings, s.h.i.+xiong Fang." Liu Wenchuan bowed and said.

"Each has their own master. Blades and swords have no eyes. You'd better be careful." Fang Yingcai smiled, thinking to himself: The two consecutive victories in the Heavenly Alliance are about to end in his hands. I can't say how happy I am.

Liu Wenchuan nodded, raised his Flame Blade, and said: "Please."

Fang Yingcai casually stood and placed a hand behind his back, saying, "Since you're my junior, I'll let you have a hand."

He was also a person who valued his own strength, so it was unwise for him to bully the weak.

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

Liu Wenchuan moved, and the flame on the Flame Blade roared forward.

Fang Yingcai's gaze was fixated on the flaming blade, and flames were spewing out of his mouth. It was made from the wondrous stone of the Blazing Mountain thousands of miles away. The stone had been absorbing fire spirit energy all year round, and it contained an extremely rich flame essence. As the spirit energy was channeled into the stone, the flame essence in the blade began to spew out, transforming into raging flames.

"As expected of the grandson of the Right Premier." A greedy expression appeared in the depths of Fang Yingcai's eyes.

He slapped out with a folding fan with one hand and spirit energy surged out from his six orifices. The fan quickly wrote the word "Wind" in front of him as spirit energy interweaved and a gust of wind surged out from the "Spirit Character".

"Brush the brush into the wind."

This move was the spirit technique of the Wen Alliance's spirit art, the "Heavenly Book Record". Its power was extraordinary. In the midst of the strong wind, the flame on the flame blade unexpectedly rolled back and burnt the corner of Liu Wenchuan's clothes.

Liu Wen Chuan's face changed and he quickly withdrew his Spirit Qi. The flame on his blade immediately went out.

"Haha." Junior brother Liu, you must be careful. " Fang Yingcai inadvertently revealed a complacent smile.

He glanced at the wager made by the Heavenly Alliance and the Wen Alliance on the Fulfillment Realm. Six million from the Heavenly Alliance and thirty-six million from the Wen Alliance.

The corner of his mouth slightly raised as he said, "If Junior Brother Liu can't hold on, then just admit defeat ahead of time." In any case, fighting with senior brother is not a shameful matter. "

"Thank you for your good intentions, Senior Brother." Liu Wenchuan immediately refused.

Fang Ying did not want to offend Liu Wenchuan. On one hand, he was Ruan Yue's Junior Brother, and on the other hand, he was the grandson of the Right Premier. But he didn't expect this kid to be so stubborn.

"Then don't blame me for being impolite."

His body moved, and a spirit light surged out from the folding fan as he wrote the word "Chop" in front of him. When the word was completed, it turned into a sharp blade light and attacked towards Liu Wenchuan.

The blade aura was very threatening. Liu WenChuan's heart sank, and he sent out a wave of sword light.

"Heaven's Punishment Blade Art!"

The light of the flaming sabre slashed out from a medium-grade earth-step spirit art. Faintly, the sound of thunder could be heard. The faces of everyone below the stage changed.

What a big arm. It seemed that he had put quite a bit of effort into dealing with this grandson of his.

"Now this is interesting?" Someone said in a low voice, Liu Wenchuan was already a cultivator with four spiritual cavities, and with the addition of the Flame Saber, Fang Yingcai was even going to fight him with one hand.

"Haha, I need to add another bet." Immediately, someone added a few million on Liu Wenchuan's side. Other people also added their bets one after another.

All of a sudden, the Heavenly Alliance's wager rose to fifteen million.

There were also people who asked with worry, "Fang Ying wouldn't go back on his word, right? If you don't let Liu Wenchuan have a hand in this, he has no hope of winning. "

"I don't think the people from the Wen Group will know anything about it." A hesitant voice sounded from the side.

Fang Yingcai, on the other hand, should have been itching to slap himself in the face. How could he bring up the idea of a one-handed fight? He wanted to win dignity, but he didn't expect that he would end up setting a trap for himself.

He had sparred with Liu Wenchuan before, but Liu Wenchuan had also never used the Heaven's Punishment Saber Technique.

Bladelight crisscrossed the stage as flames surged. The pressure on Fang Yingcai increased drastically. The folding fan constantly wrote large words in the air.

"s.h.i.+eld!"

"Defend!"

"Kill!"

The word s.h.i.+eld turned into a large s.h.i.+eld of light, blocking in front of him. The flaming sabre flashed and slashed at the s.h.i.+eld, but the flame was wanton. The Heaven's Punishment Saber Art had shattered the s.h.i.+eld. The blade aura came straight at Fang Yingcai.

Fang Yingcai's spirit energy flowed as he controlled himself and leapt into the air. The word "cut" turned into a giant blade of spiritual energy that shot out.

Liu Wenchuan gritted his teeth and poured his spirit energy into his saber. The flame rose sharply and he shot out with his saber.

"Heaven's Punishment Blade Art!"

Saber light was as fast as lightning, and the flames were like raging flames that cut through the air, dancing about like fire dragons. With a boom, they interweaved with Fang Yingcai's enormous blade.

The blade aura surged. Liu Wenchuan's chest was like a giant rock cras.h.i.+ng against the ground. However, he still gritted his teeth and did not retreat. He rushed forward, sending out his saber energy towards Fang Yingcai.

Fang Yingcai was in midair, and it was difficult for him to move left and right. Seeing the saber light flying towards him, his face was gloomy.

s.h.i.+eld!

s.h.i.+eld!

s.h.i.+eld!

Three consecutive s.h.i.+eld-like lights appeared in front of him. However, Liu Wenchuan's flaming sabre lights were unstoppable. The Heaven's Punishment Saber Technique surged with flames like thunder, shattering the first s.h.i.+eld, the second s.h.i.+eld, and the third s.h.i.+eld as it went straight for Fang Yingcai.

"Your junior apprentice-brother is going to win." In the southeast compartment, Xiao Ziyi lightly said with a smile on her face. With such a flirtatious appearance, if someone were to see it, they would definitely drool over it.

Ning Wufeng rolled his eyes at her. He calmly looked at the stage and said, "Lil Violet, we're already so familiar with each other. You don't need to use Charm on me, right?"

Xiao Ziyi rolled her eyes at him. Her beautiful eyes were full of pa.s.sion, making people's hearts beat faster. She jokingly scolded: "Only a dead person like you doesn't understand flowery speech. You don't understand romantic feelings."

On the stage, Fang Yingcai fell into a pa.s.sive state in an instant as the pressure on him increased greatly. In the Fulfillment Realm, the Heavenly Alliance's bets continued to rise.

"It's hard to win." Ning Wufeng said as he lightly exhaled.

"That's your junior brother. Why do you think that you won't win?" Xiao Ziyi asked in puzzlement, "This doesn't seem like the kind of confident personality you have."

Ning Wufeng unhappily shrugged his shoulders.

"Self-confidence is not blind. Fang Ying is not someone who would be inflexible. Under the eyes of so many people, winning this match is more important than his reputation."

"He's from the Wen Group."

"So what if you're a member of the Wen Group? Do you think you're a saint in front of fame?"

If Fang Yingcai lost this match, the consequences would definitely be even worse than if he went back on his word. Going back on his word was his personal matter, while winning or losing was a matter of the Wen Group's face.

Sure enough, Ning Wufeng's voice had yet to fade.

On the stage, Fang Yingcai's face was gloomy as he shouted: "Junior Brother Liu, it seems that senior has underestimated you. "I won't let you continue down this path."

As he spoke, the brush in one of his free hands transformed into a large "Slash" character in the air, and the folding fan in his right hand drew the "Kill" character.

With both of his hands moving together, the power of the Book of Heaven's Book skyrocketed, Liu Wenchuan's pressure greatly increased, and instantly, a torrent of curses and curses broke out from below the stage.