Soon, Nie Wushuang walked in, holding a box with nine silver needles half a foot long and as thick as chopsticks.
"Seal your nine acupoints, and when the silver needle breaks out, you can return."
"Then the next period of time will be troublesome for seniors." Ning Fan said.
He knew very well that he needed time to refine his body and mentality, otherwise it would be difficult to progress in martial arts.
Even if there is progress, it will only come to a standstill sooner or later.
If we stop at this point, how will we defeat the Night King and protect those around us?
"No problem!"
Killing Saint Nie inserted silver needles into nine acupuncture points on Ning Fan's body, instantly sealing away all the energy and turning him into an ordinary person.
Because the silver needle was very thick, blood flowed out every time it was inserted.
Soon, Ning Fan was sweating profusely and his face turned pale.
"I will lay out seven chess games for you. Don't rush for success, which will lead to an unstable foundation. How can you compete with the geniuses of the major families in the future?"
"good!"
Ning Fan also felt that he had settled down well.
In the time to come, Ning Fan fell in mid-air and looked at the chessboard, letting himself calm down.
Because of the dumping, the body became unfit for a long time.
Douda's sweat dripped down, and Ning Fan was also looking at the chessboard, trying to figure out how to deal with it.
All matters these days were left to them, and Ning Fan also allowed himself to calm down.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the last stage, Ning Fan passed through the rough sea rocks. Not only the cold sea wind, but also the turbulent waves that were taller than a person tortured Ning Fan's body all the time.
He was already shaking with movement and his lips were blue.
Under the cliff, Nie Wushuang said: "Master, how is Ning Fan's progress?"
"His talent is extremely high. His master has already laid the foundation for him. I just asked him to practice it again."
"Master, why do you want me to follow Ning Fan?"
Nie Wushuang understood this very well. The martial arts he and Ning Fan practiced were different.
Nie Laoshan said: "Ning Fan is the chosen one. Following him will bring you different rewards. You must also practice martial arts well. This road has no end."
"I also heard two old monsters in the organization say that there will be disaster, a lifelong disaster?"
"Well, there is not much time left for you. Survival of the fittest is the same for Ning Fan. If he cannot grow, someone will replace him."
"Well, I will work hard too."
boom!!!
Suddenly a strong internal force came, and Nie Wushuang said in surprise: "What an amazing internal force."
"He succeeded." Killing Saint Nie showed a smile.
At this time, Ning Fan's internal energy was constantly circling, and the nine silver needles on his body had been forced out of the body, and a steady stream of power entered the body.
He began to knead the secrets in his hand, and a golden light flashed, saying: "Killing God Technique!"
Stab——
A golden edge surged out, splitting the turbulent sea water in half.
"The art of killing gods has finally made some progress."
Ning Fan showed some relief. This was his master's secret. As long as he used it well, this blow was enough to kill a high-level peak expert.
"Crash-"
call......
After exhaling, Ning Fan stood up, used his legs to jump directly onto the cliff.
boom!!!
The rocks beneath my feet turned into rubble.
"Yes, remember one thing, power will never be linked to realm. Rather than pursuing realm, it is more about mastering your own power. Only in this way can you go further." Mr. Nie killed the saint.
explain.
Ning Fan nodded: "Understood!"
Now I have to spend more time practicing martial arts. The enemies I face now are no longer street gangsters, so I can no longer waste time.