Chapter 118 I am Murong Fu, the strange hero of Jiangnan
Ning Yan had also thought about what his natal body was before.
"He Transforms into the Self-Heaven" is undoubtedly a wonderful book that has a long history. He has almost reached the seventh level without even meditating seriously. Where can I find this kind of automatic cultivation method?
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However, problems also arise. The system only created the natal skills for him and did not include corresponding novice guidance. So most of the time he had to battle wits with the Riddler's skills.
The ninth level of martial arts symbolizes the nine heavens that a warrior needs to break through to break the void. According to the description of the technique, every time he breaks through one heaven, he will be able to change one more level into the free world.
Today, he has figured out the first level of change, which can be summarized in three words: catch, transform, and send. As long as you are not afraid of backlash and resist the opponent's moves, you can use the force to fight with a snap.
But the second change was very evil and would put him in a very strange state. As a materialist warrior, or a former materialist warrior, Ning Yan tried to analyze his changes in mood, but to no avail.
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Master Lingqing insisted that he had the supreme bodhicitta, but he didn't believe it. Now Jing'er has given a similar explanation.
Silent photo...
Thinking of this, Ning Yan couldn't help but become a little curious about Zen Buddhism. He unconsciously looked at Jing'er, but unexpectedly found that the other party was quietly observing him.
Their eyes met briefly, and Jing'er stiffened and hurriedly looked away.
Ning Yan pouted: "If you want to see it, just look at it openly. Everyone has the love for beauty, I can understand it."
"Who wants to look at you!" Jing'er said in embarrassment as if her feet were stepped on, "I just feel unhappy. Silence is a state that countless people dream of. Not even the eminent monks and virtuous men of Zen Buddhism can achieve it.
Enlightenment, why are you so favored by heaven?"
"I can't bear this. Maybe I'm just born with sharp senses."
Ning Yan was not willing to reveal his trump card easily, so he had to deal with it after a haha.
Zhu Miaoer hesitated for a while, then nodded: "Indeed, in my hometown there is also a saying that dogs can see unclean things."
"Yes, yes..." Ning Yan subconsciously agreed, then suddenly reacted and asked uncertainly: "Are you taking the opportunity to scold me?"
"Yes, is there any?"
"Hey! Your eyes are wandering! You must be scolding me, right?"
"Anyway, no matter what kind of talent it is..." Zhu Miao'er abruptly changed the subject: "Ning Yan, maybe you were born with a talent that none of us have. Finding the Wu Sheng Cult thieves is inseparable from your help.
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"This is different from what we promised." Ning Yan held her chin and smiled.
According to the original plan, it was not his turn to charge into the battle. Whether it was the princess's mansion, Si Tianjian or the defense force on the flying boat, they could all act as thugs. He was more of a provider of off-site assistance.
, serve as a behind-the-scenes think tank.
But now he has to step to the stage and expose himself to everyone's eyes. The risks he faces are extraordinary.
Ning Yan doesn't think that Wusheng Cult is not vigilant. Putting him in jail last night was a kind of test. I'm afraid they are also observing him silently, or they are brewing a thunderous strike in the dark.
Under this situation, if he continues to jump up and down, he will immediately become the second target on the flying boat besides Princess Youqing, and can withstand most of the firepower.
In the final analysis, he is not a saint, and he is not great enough to risk his life to save a woman with whom he has no friendship. This goes against his way of life.
Seeing this, Zhu Miaoer understood what he was thinking. She wanted to persuade him again, but she couldn't say the words.
If she makes a mistake, her life will be lost. There is no big deal between life and death. She has no right to ask Ning Yan to act as lightly as she does.
"Qiushui, I will help you finish it. I hope you will treat it well in the future."
"Miss Jing, let's go."
Jing'er hadn't figured out the situation yet, so she asked in confusion: "What's going on? Isn't he going to help?"
"This matter has nothing to do with him, and his choice is reasonable."
Ning Yan looked at her lonely back and suddenly sighed quietly.
He is also a man of great faith.
"Wait a minute."
Zhu Miaoer stopped and half turned around.
Ning Yan stood up unsteadily, a powerful force of energy burst out of his body, and the iron chain instantly collapsed.
"Now that the atmosphere is here..."
He stepped forward, and the iron chain held up to its limit. With a slight tug, it broke inch by inch, and scattered all over the ground with a clanking sound.
Qi and blood surged between his five fingers. Ning Yan easily crushed the remaining shackles at his wrists, and ducked to the workbench. He placed his palm on the hilt of the sword, feeling the power hidden in it, and raised a confident smile on his lips.
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"That has to be me!!"
He twisted the hilt of the sword violently, and the spiritual patterns on the sword suddenly lit up. It was like a real fiery red heat wave that instantly forced back the surrounding water energy. The dungeon that was still damp just now was almost burned into a scorching hell.
Wind and fire chaos the five elements, cold light appears and dragon roars, the perfect combination of Yanshu and Taoism is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.
"Ning Yan..."
Zhu Miaoer was moved, but she saw that the way he used the sword was too rough. Out of professional habits, she instinctively shouted: "Don't move, it's not done yet!"
"Oh oh oh, I'm sorry..."
"Really, don't damage it. It's not easy to make up with such good materials."
"Stop scolding, stop scolding..."
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Since Zhu Miao'er still needed to complete Qiu Shui's transformation work, the three of them decided to split into two groups after a brief discussion. Jing'er led Ning Yan around the dark stairwell for a while, and suddenly turned into an unfamiliar corridor.
The corridor seems to be a bit too long, and it can't be seen to the end. There are bright candle cages hanging on both sides. Ning Yan was curious as he walked: "Where did this passage come from? Why didn't I notice it before?"
Jing'er shook the badge in her hand and said, "This is a secret passage exclusively for passengers on the top floor. They can freely enter and exit every level of the spaceship. We can avoid detection on the road by going here."
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"Then what are your plans next?"
"I have asked my junior sister to go to the commander of the flying boat to get the files of the deceased. First, check who they had contact with after boarding the ship."
"Smart!" Ning Yan gave a thumbs up: "For the rich businessman, Gu Qiuwan is a casualty officer on the ship, and he was probably recruited on the flying boat. Combining the whereabouts of the two people, we can indeed deduce the possible location of Sikong Jian."<
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"Stop flattering."
Although Jing'er said this, her attitude became much softer.
With Ning Yan, the living radar, it is not easy for the Wu Sheng Cult to get close to the princess, and they can just check out all the people in the princess' mansion.
But when we get to the top floor, his identity is difficult to explain, and we have to find a way for him to stay with the princess openly...
Jing'er thought for a moment, looked Ning Yan up and down, and suddenly thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone.
Ning Yan's back felt hairy when she looked at her, as if she wanted to strip him naked, and he said warily: "Feizhou is not a lawless place, don't mess around."
"You said before that you are from Mingzhou?"
"Yes."
"Have you seen Murong Fu?"
"Ah..." Ning Yan didn't understand the purpose of her question, so he answered bravely: "I've seen it before. I was there when he ascended to heaven with his dragon."
"Just right!" Jing'er touched her palm and took out a mask as thin as a cicada's wings: "Put it on."
"Phantom?"
Ning Yan took the illusion in confusion, and under the gaze of the other party, he had no choice but to do it.
This illusion has been used by others. He can still smell the unique fragrance of a woman when he gets close. He is not so resistant now. After all, it has to be worn close to the face. If it is filled with the smell of sweat, he will still feel a little uncomfortable.<
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"Whose face is this?" Ning Yan groped for a while on his face, and the facial features shaped by this illusion always gave him a familiar feeling.
Jing'er handed over another stack of information and said seriously: "From now on, you are Murong Fu, the strange hero of Jiangnan."