At this moment, he stood in front of Jiang Ning and pretended to talk. Not only did he save the face he had just lost, but he also invisibly boosted his own momentum.
The wind and sun in front of me is full of domineering power.
Coupled with a handsome face, any woman will be tempted.
But looking at the moon, I felt a little nauseous and felt like vomiting.
Jiang Ning's mouth clicked, how should I put it, it was weird. It felt like he was being villainized on the spot.
"Boy, aren't you a coward? Don't you even dare to tell me your name?" Seeing Jiang Ning's indifference, Feng Yang shouted loudly.
"Well, my name is Jiang Ning." Jiang Ning said in a squeaky voice.
Hearing this, Feng Yang frowned. He had never heard of this person.
"No matter the three sects in the Zhaoyu Realm, the twelve scattered sects, or the seventy-two sects, I have never heard of a person like you."
"It can't be a fake name, right?" Feng Yang grinned at the thought and looked at Jiang Ning with a provocative look.
Jiang Ning is unhappy. Uncle, I won’t change my name in office, or my surname in office, so why would I say this with a fake name?
"Who is that? Zhaoyue's licking dog."
"You can go, I'll just pretend you've never been here." Jiang Ning waved his hands, not wanting to get too entangled with him, as he had more important things to do.
Being called a dog licker, Feng Yang didn't react at all.
After all, in his opinion, Jiang Ning was no different from him.
But you can leave as soon as you tell me, Feng Yang can't do it.
"Who do you think I am? Just tell me to leave and I'll leave?"
"Yue'er is my sweetheart. No one can take it away, not even you!"
The wind and sun danced with the spirit of the fairy, and suddenly there was a strong wind outside the restaurant, and the power of the fairy cut off the cliffs and rocks into pieces.
"Is this the second level of fairy spirit?" Jiang Ning murmured, his momentum was really strong, and he could almost reach the top level if he released Tianlong.
"That's right, I absorbed dragon energy seventy years ago, and entered the second realm of immortality seventy years later!"
"Looking at the world of Zhaoyu, there is no one among the younger generation of monks who can compare!"
Hearing what Jiang Ning said, Feng Yang seized the opportunity and put on another show.
His eyes also became more arrogant.
I, one of the top figures in the Zhaoyu world, have strong talent, high enough cultivation, and my status is to be the future leader of the three upper sects!
With such strength, what can you do to compete with me?
"You're so funny." Jiang Ning stood up. He had no interest in him at first, but since this man was a proud man, he wanted to practice with him to see how strong he was.
"You're going to take action, right? I'm playing away from home, so I allow you to take action first!" Feng Yang said and hugged Jiang Ning.
What does holding fists mean? Jiang Ning was stunned, thinking that he seemed to regard the duel as a charge.
Jiang Ning didn't reply. With a flick of his fingertips, energy surged out like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
Four words, unrivaled!
boom!
Feng Yang was blown away again, flying thousands of meters backwards before he could stabilize his body.
Jiang Ning stepped out of the air, and with a flick of his hand, he dispersed the immortal energy that Feng Yang had placed in all directions.
Buzz!
Almost at the same time, Feng Yang turned back. Before anyone arrived, countless wind blades formed by immortal energy shot towards Jiangning.
Jiang Ning stood there, motionless, letting the fairy blade roll horizontally.
Each fairy blade contains very strong power, and the combined power of tens of thousands of them is quite terrifying.
But even this magical technique that can make the Sixth Realm of Sanxian fall on the spot can't even get close to Jiang Ning.
The wind blade shot in front of Jiang Ning, was transformed by an invisible force, and disappeared without a trace.
Whoosh!
After Jiang Ning fished it out in the air, the same wind blade took shape, which was almost the same as Feng Yang's magical aura.
"The technique is ordinary, but it is actually a combination of the skills of real immortals." Jiang Ning said in a condensed voice.
But there are also shortcomings. Although there are immortal skills in the Zhaoyu world, the skills are still at the elementary level, otherwise they would not be so easily copied by Jiang Ning.
Watching Jiang Ning copy his technique casually, Feng Yang from a distance felt insulted.
"Boy, don't be too proud!"
"Watch the move, Wind and Fire Converge, Fire Dancing Meteor!"
In the distance, Feng Yang formed the Immortal Seal with one hand, and saw countless fireworks exploding, and a storm gathered above his head!
Such movement attracted many monks on the mountain to watch.
Although there are conflicts between practitioners in Tianfeng Mountain every day because of various trivial matters, it is rare to see such a level and scale.
"Holy crap! Isn't that the young master of Tianfeng Sect, Feng Yang?"
"He used the secret of Tianfeng Sect's magic!"
All the monks looked at Feng Yang with envy.
Everyone envies Fengyang for having a good father!
But at the same time, I am also curious, who made Feng Yang so angry?
You must know that this is the Tianfeng Sect, and you are risking your life by causing trouble for the young sect leader in front of the sect?
But when a group of monks fell on Jiang Ning, it was weird.
Not only is it weird, it makes me laugh!
Now, although Jiang Ning has absorbed part of the scriptures, Tai Ling Jue is still incomplete, so his cultivation and aura are still disordered.
And in the eyes of all the monks, this is the aura of loose immortality!
Only loose immortals who are not immortals have unstable auras.
"How dare a mere Loose Immortal cause trouble for Young Sect Leader Feng Yang? This guy probably doesn't know how to write the word "death", right?"
Seeing that Jiang Ning was just a loose immortal, the monks blatantly mocked Jiang Ning.
Although they were taunting from a distance, once they reached a certain level of cultivation, their voices were no different from what they were saying next to Jiang Ning.
"Interesting, most of you are not loose immortals yet, why are you mocking me?" Jiang Ning sneered.
Even among practitioners who cultivate immortality, there is a serious chain of contempt.
The reason why Sanxian looks down on Immortals is because they believe that becoming an Immortal depends on resources and background.
Similarly, the lower-level practitioners of Jie Dan Yuan Ying also look down on the loose immortals. In their view, becoming a loose immortal is a path only mediocre people take, and call generals are trash.
As for the powerful cultivation of Sanxian, they understand that it is completely formed by the accumulation of time.
Everyone feels that they are destined to be extraordinary, and they dream of one day absorbing dragon energy and becoming a true supreme immortal!
But as someone who has been through it, Jiang Ning knows very well that it cannot be defined by a few survivors. Looking at the entire cultivation world, the Nascent Soul realm alone will trap 99% of the bottom practitioners.
In other words, to become a loose immortal is not an ordinary person.
For ordinary practitioners, the road to becoming an immortal is elusive, and even the path to becoming a loose immortal is full of twists and turns.
It was when Jiang Ning was thinking about what was going on in his mind that Jiang Ning, who had been staring closely at the moonlight in the restaurant, had a fascinating look in his eyes.
She didn't know why she felt this way, but Zhaoyue actually felt the same vicissitudes of life in Jiang Ning as her master.
It is the kind of fairy heart that has been honed through the world of mortals and hardships!
Her master also said that what she lacks is a fairy heart!
"Master said that if you cultivate your immortal mind, you will be invincible!"
"Who is this guy!" Zhaoyue became even more curious about Jiang Ning's identity, and the hostility and wariness hidden in her heart gradually disappeared with this curiosity.