Nie Tian looked at the person in front of him, his eyes instantly became lowered, and there was a cold feeling in his eyes.
Ning Zifeng looked at Nie Tian, her eyes flickering slightly, looking a little wary, and her face was very ugly.
Nie Tian already knew that he wanted to kill Ning Ziyu, and if Nie Tian hadn't been there, Ning Ziyu would have died in his hands.
He did not expect that Nie Tian and Ning Ziyu would come back at this time.
"Ziyu!" At this time, a slightly excited voice sounded, and then a figure rushed out from the lobby. The moment he saw Ning Ziyu, his eyes trembled with heat, and he was very excited.
Nie Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, he was a middle-aged man, dressed in fine clothes, he looked elegant and noble, but his loss of manner at this moment made him lose the majesty he should have had.
"Father." Ning Ziyu looked at the middle-aged man, couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and shouted in a low voice.
This middle-aged man is none other than her father, Ning Mingyuan, the president of the Seventh Cultivation Branch of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce.
"Ziyu, are you okay? Where have you been during this time?" Ning Mingyuan recovered a little and his eyes darkened. Although he was angry, there was an unconcealed sense of care in his words.
"I'm fine." Ning Ziyu nodded slightly, looking very sad, and said, "I'm sorry, father, I came back late."
"Just come back." Ning Mingyuan nodded solemnly. Although he said it lightly, he could not hide the disappointment in his heart.
He was originally very optimistic about Ning Ziyu and hoped that the latter could pass this family selection and enter a higher level world.
Ning Ziyu is very young and very talented. If she can enter a higher level world, it will undoubtedly be of great benefit to her future cultivation.
But it's a pity that she came back too late. The family selection has ended, and I don't know when the next such opportunity will come.
"Father, this boy kidnapped Nineteenth Sister!" At this moment, Ning Zifeng suddenly pointed at Nie Tian and said with a fierce expression.
"Huh?" Nie Tian frowned, his face suddenly darkened, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Ning Zifeng wanted to kill Ning Ziyu, but now she framed Nie Tian, saying that Nie Tian had kidnapped Ning Ziyu. This made Nie Tian not angry.
"You kidnapped my daughter and you dared to show up at the Ning family. Boy, you are so brave!" Ning Mingyuan suddenly looked at Nie Tian, his eyes darkened, and there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes, and his whole body was full of aura.
It came out wildly, making the surrounding void tremble, and then rushed towards Nie Tian.
Nie Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression changed again. He did not dodge, but stepped forward. The bluestone floor under his feet shattered, and a sword force surged out, directly shattering Ning Mingyuan's aura and pressure.
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"Huh?" Ning Mingyuan was hit by the impact, and his figure retreated continuously. After stabilizing his figure, he couldn't help but let out a surprised sound, and looked at Nie Tian with unconcealable horror.
He did not expect that Nie Tian's strength would be so strong, shattering the pressure of his momentum head on.
You must know that he is the ninth level of Tianyun Saint Master, and Nie Tian only has the eighth level of Tianyun cultivation, how can he block his pressure.
"Nie Tian, your strength is so..." At this moment, Ning Zifeng looked at Nie Tian and couldn't help but scream. Her eyes trembled, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying, and she was so frightened that she couldn't even speak.
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"Zifeng, what's wrong with you?" When Ning Mingyuan saw Ning Zifeng's reaction, his face darkened and he asked with a downcast look.
"Father, father, his strength..." Ning Zifeng pointed at Nie Tian, her eyes were trembling, her upper and lower teeth were chattering, and she couldn't speak at all.
Ning Mingyuan frowned, his face became darker, and he looked at Nie Tian with a trace of confusion.
Nie Tian looks very young, but he has a cultivation level of the eighth level of Tianyun, and his talent is indeed amazing.
But such a talent shouldn't frighten Ning Zifeng to the point of being speechless.
"Why, does my strength scare you?" At this time, Nie Tian took a step forward, looked at Ning Zifeng with a faint smile and said.
"You...impossible!" Ning Zifeng's eyes trembled, and she subconsciously took a few steps back, exclaiming: "It's impossible for you to be so strong? Absolutely impossible!"
"Zifeng, what's wrong?" Ning Mingyuan saw that Ning Zifeng was a little out of control, his face darkened, and he scolded coldly.
At this time, other people in the lobby also came out.
There are several young warriors among them. They are not very old and have very good strength. They should be the new generation of geniuses of the Ning family.
A warrior in green clothes with a folding fan in his hand caught Nie Tian's attention. The man looked to be only about twenty years old, and his real age should be very young, but his strength turned out to be that of a first-level holy master of Tianyu. His talent was so strong that
This is visible.
In addition, there is an old man in gray robes with a powerful aura. He is not under the Wolf Emperor of Evil Moon Sirius, but should be a powerful Saint Lord of Heavenly Righteousness.
At this time, these people all looked at Ning Zifeng, wondering why the latter was so abnormal.
"Father, this boy's name is Nie Tian. When I last saw him, he was only at the first level of Tianyun, but now he is an eighth level warrior of Tianyun." Ning Zifeng managed to calm down, her voice trembling.
said.
"Huh?" Ning Mingyuan frowned, his face couldn't help but stiffen, and the look in his eyes towards Nie Tian changed obviously, and he asked solemnly: "Zifeng, when was the last time you saw him?"
"One, more than a month ago." Ning Zifeng's eyes trembled, as if she was a little unsure or too nervous, so she hesitated.
"One month!" When Ning Mingyuan heard this time, his pupils suddenly shrank, and there was a hint of unconcealable fear on his face.
A warrior was promoted from the first level of Tianyun to the eighth level of Tianyun in one month. Is this really possible?
Ning Mingyuan heard that even those peak monsters in the high-level holy world would take several years or even decades to reach the Tianyun realm.
And the silver-haired warrior in front of him only took a month. How could he believe this?
Unless Nie Tian had an amazing encounter and obtained some kind of inherited power.
However, after any warrior obtains the power of inheritance, he must practice in seclusion.
But Nie Tian now has a calm aura and a stable state, not at all like the kind of warrior whose strength instantly increases.
On the other hand, the breaths of the two people behind him were a little unstable, as if their physical strength could not keep up after their strength surged.
In short, Ning Mingyuan couldn't believe that Nie Tian could improve his strength from the first level of Tianyun to the eighth level of Tianyun within a month.
"Ning Zifeng, this kid can improve his strength to the seventh level within a month, are you kidding me?" At this time, the warrior in Tsing Yi who was holding a folding fan and had been silent suddenly spoke, his voice a bit loud.
He was low-spirited and his eyes were full of contempt.
Obviously, he didn't believe that Nie Tian's strength could improve so quickly.
Several others also had scornful smiles on their faces, looking down on Nie Tian very much.