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It was said that long before the establishment of the manor in Jiangning, the history of the Hall of Spirit God had existed. Ning Wufeng did not know who was behind the Hall of Spirit God.

But over the years, the Jiangning Prefecture's Palace Lord had changed countless times, and even the top families had continuously changed. Even big merchants like the Linjiang Pavilion had also changed countless times. However, the Hall of Spirit God was still there.

The Hall of Spirit God was built on the platform of the 99th step. Within a radius of a few hundred metres, there were three everlasting braziers, regardless of wind or rain, the flames would never extinguish, representing the three great pavilions of the Hall of Spirit God: Spirit Formation Pavilion, Spirit Pill Pavilion, and Spirit Soldier Pavilion.

Ning Wufeng walked in front of the Hall of Spirit God's door alone. The deep green bronze door was engraved with an ancient Taotie totem, and it emitted a heavy aura.

He pushed open the door and walked in. There were no obstructions along the way, so he could only see people hurrying back and forth. Although they didn't stop him, no one asked Ning Wufeng what he wanted to do.

"Excuse me ?" Ning Wufeng rubbed his nose, stopped a hurried disciple, and asked.

"I'm not free." The man did not even look at Ning Wufeng and went straight past him.

Ning Wufeng rubbed his nose, seeing how many people walked in such a hurry.

"It's you?" A gloomy voice came out. It was Luo Feishui, and upon seeing Ning Wufeng, he frowned, his face immediately becoming gloomy.

Ning Wufeng turned around, and it turned out to be someone he knew. He smiled and said: "I want to meet your purple clothed elder.

"Referral?" Luo Feishui scoffed, the corner of his mouth raised, and said with disdain: "A trash, on what basis is he going to meet our Clan Elder?"

Previously in Linjiang Pavilion, Ning Wufeng actually didn't give him any face, but now that he had something he needed to do, he would let him have a good look.

Luo Feishui's tone was very harsh, but a passing disciple turned his head to look.

"It has nothing to do with you." Luo Feishui waved his hand, telling them to quickly leave.

Ning Wufeng never thought that the young man would have such a huge opinion of him. He took out a copy of the Spirit Circle Sect's manual and said indifferently: "Based on this."

Luo Feishui's expression changed slightly. He knew that Ning Wufeng was able to inscribe Tier 3 spiritual formations, and his mind started to stir. He rolled his eyes and sneered: "Why is it a Tier 3 spiritual formation again?"

"Of course." Ning Wufeng nodded slightly.

"Why should I believe you?" Luo Feishui rolled his eyes and laughed coldly. Her eyes looked greedily at the Spirit Circle Sect encyclopedia in Ning Wufeng's hands.

This scroll was inscribed with a complicated Spiritual Array Path. It was obvious that it was of a high rank.

Although the Spiritual Array Path inscribed in the clan scroll wasn't as effective as the one inscribed in the Spiritual Array, it was still extremely precious.

"You can take a look." Ning Wufeng said indifferently. It was only a Tier 3 spiritual formation.

Luo Feishui's face revealed a look of ecstasy, he forcefully suppressed his excitement and said: "Really?"

Ning Wufeng nodded slightly. Luo Feishui snatched the spirit array away from his hand, and his eyes revealed a look of greed.

The rules of the Hall of Spirit God was extremely strict. Luo Feishui only had the strength of a first stage Spiritual Array Master.

"This is a Grade Three Spiritual Array?" Although Luo Feishui didn't have the strength of third rank Spiritual Array Master, he had good judgement skills. He memorized how to arrange a Spiritual Array, but the arrangement of a Rank 3 Spiritual Array was simply too complicated.

This won't do, I can't even remember it if I were to forcefully memorize it. He thought to himself as he rolled his eyes and looked around. With a flip of his hand, he stuffed the scroll into his clothes and walked towards the main hall.

Ning Wufeng glanced at him, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and said in a deep voice: "Young Master Luo, you're just going to leave like that?"

"Hmm?" Luo Feishui turned his head suspiciously, he looked at Ning Wufeng and asked loudly: "Who are you?"

Ning Wufeng could not help but laugh in his heart, he never thought that Luo Feishui would want to play such a vulgar game with him. He said lightly, "If Master Luo doesn't want to help, you should leave your things behind. That thing shouldn't be yours."

"Something?"

Luo Feishui looked at Ning Wufeng innocently, feigning suspicion: "What is it? Who are you? Do I know you? "What did he take from you?"

He had a harmless smile, and his gaze was mixed with doubt, seeming extremely puzzled.

Around them, many people from Hall of Spirit God were looking over.

The corner of Ning Wufeng's mouth raised slightly, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if Young Master Luo knows me or not, but you probably don't know the Spirit Formation scroll in your arms, right?"

"What Spiritual Array Files?" Luo Feishui doubtfully took a step forward, and when the people at the side heard the Spirit Formation scroll, they took another look.

"You better be sensible, if not, I'm not sure if you can make it out of Hall of Spirit God today." Luo Feishui whispered into Ning Wufeng's ear.

Rumor has it that Ning Wufeng was just a trash with a False Spiritual Pulse. Isn't it just allowing Luo Feishui to bully and humiliate me?

Luo Feishui's mood suddenly turned good, and he felt like he had let out a huge grudge.

"Kid, this is the Hall of Spirit God, not the Linjiang Pavilion. Luo Feishui said softly as he turned and walked towards the palace.

Ning Wufeng's figure moved, and he stood in front of Luo Feishui.

"Even if you refuse to behave atrociously, I'm afraid what you said doesn't count." Ning Wufeng said indifferently, he extended his left hand towards Luo Feishui.

Luo Feishui's brows twitched, and said coldly: "Boy, if you refuse a toast, you will be punished. Then, don't blame this young master!"

Immediately, Luo Feishui shouted out, "How bold, where did this brat come from, to actually slander this Young Noble!"

All of the disciples stopped in their tracks.

"Who dares to offend Brother Luo?"

"What guts."

Someone whispered. It was obvious that Luo Feishui still had a lot of power and influence in front of everyone.

"Hand over my Grade Three Spirit Formation." Ning Wufeng said lightly.

"Grade three Spiritual Array?"

Many of these people were from the Spiritual Array Pavilion and were extremely sensitive to Spiritual Arrays. Upon hearing the Rank 3 Spiritual Array, all of them pricked up their ears.

"Hmph, what Tier 3 spiritual array?" This young master didn't see it. " In Hall of Spirit God's territory, he would definitely take Ning Wufeng down.

"What a joke, who do you think you are? Can you take out a Grade Three Spiritual Array? If you continue to pester me, don't blame me for being impolite. " When he heard the restless sounds around him, he raised his eyebrows and shouted in a deep voice.

"Senior brother Luo, why did you take this person's Spiritual Array?"

"Not bad, a Grade Three Spiritual Array is not something that an ordinary person can take out." The disciples by the side spoke out, and started to criticize Ning Wufeng.

"This little trick." The corner of Ning Wufeng's mouth raised slightly as he shook his head lightly, "I never thought that the people from Hall of Spirit God would be like this."

A afterimage approached Luo Feishui and Ning Wufeng unleashed his Ethereal Step. Taking advantage of the moment that Luo Feishui was stunned, he took out the scroll of spirit arrays that he hid in his chest.

"What incredible speed." Everyone's eyes blurred, they never expected Ning Wufeng's speed to be so fast.

"There really is a Spiritual Array." Someone immediately said.

Before Luo Feishui could regain his senses, the spirit array on his chest that was not even warm yet was already taken away by Ning Wufeng. His face changed, and shouted: "Insolent thief, you actually dared to snatch my second grade spirit array."

His expression changed as he reached for the file on Ning Wufeng.

The power of the Ninth Heavenly Layer of the Qi Drawing Stage.

The moment Luo Feishui made his move, his attack was extremely ruthless. With one hand, he grabbed the scroll in Ning Wufeng's hand and with the other, he attacked Ning Wufeng's chest.

The Rank 3 spirit formation he got his hands on flew away again. He was anxious to get it back, afraid that something would happen if he got it back, so he did not think about how Ning Wufeng, who had no cultivation, would be able to take it away from him.

Most of the people present were first stage Spiritual Array Master s, so they were not clear about the difference between second and third stage spirit arrays.

The corner of Ning Wufeng's mouth raised slightly as he turned to the side. In his desperation, Luo Feishui couldn't even compare to the third sky of the Qi Drawing Stage.

Bang, he kicked. Luo Feishui staggered and fell to the ground like a dog eating shit. His teeth were bleeding.

"Puchi." Some people couldn't help but laugh out loud. Brother Luo, who was usually aloof and haughty, didn't expect him to be in such a sorry state today.

Luo Feishui's face became even uglier. He crawled up, blood still dripping from his mouth.

"Do you have a cultivation base?"

His face was extremely gloomy as he wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and said word by word.

The corner of Ning Wufeng's mouth raised, the number of people gathering became more and more numerous. Since this matter had blown up, the possibility of him meeting the Hall of Spirit God Elder was much higher.

"Senior Brother, how did you become like this?" Zhao Yanran's charming voice suddenly sounded.

"You're courting death!" Luo Feishui's face became even uglier, he roared, and rushed towards Ning Wufeng.

At this time, Ning Wufeng's attention fell on the middle-aged man beside Zhao Yanran. There were three purple triangles on the corner of his robe.

Elder Zi Yi.

Right now, Luo Feishui had already attacked.

Ning Wufeng stood there calmly and looked at the middle aged man.

"Stop!" His name was Zhao Ji, Zhao Yanran's father, a cultivator of Acupoint Opening Stage, and at the same time, a Purple Robed Elder of Hall of Spirit God.

Hearing that, Luo Feishui's fist suddenly stopped an inch away from Ning Wufeng, the wind from his punch sweeping up Ning Wufeng's robes.

He gritted his teeth as he looked at Ning Wufeng, but seeing the imposing manner of the man, he could only glare at Ning Wufeng.

"What's going on?" Zhao Ji said lightly, with a condescending tone.

"master, this person stole the second grade spirit array file master bought for you from the Linjiang Pavilion Auction House." Luo Feishui spoke first as he pointed to the file in Ning Wufeng's hands.

"Hmm?" Zhao Ji looked at Ning Wufeng coldly, recalling his memories. He did not know when in Jiangning Prefecture, Ning Wufeng this person, coldly said: "What is the meaning of this? You dare to bully our Hall of Spirit God? "

"This is my Spiritual Array scroll, a Grade Three Spiritual Array." Since there are no knowledgeable people in the Hall of Spirit God, then forget it. " Ning Wufeng said lightly.

"Nonsense!" Luo Feishui insisted.

Grade three Spiritual Array?

Zhao Ji's expression changed. A Grade Three Spirit Formation was extremely important to him. Moreover, the Spirit Circle Pavilion in the Hall of Spirit God had not had a Pavilion Master for many years. If he could break through to the third rank Spiritual Array Master, then the position of the Pavilion Master would be easy to obtain.

"I wonder if you could let me take a look?" Zhao Ji said lightly.

"Can you make the decision?"

"Of course." Zhao Ji said with certainty.

Without saying a word, Ning Wufeng threw the scroll over to Zhao Ji.1

Zhao Ji took the scroll and swept it. His face instantly revealed a hint of pleasant surprise, and was very well hidden by him.

"It is indeed a second grade Spiritual Array."

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