"Where is this, am I dead?"

Ning Hong found himself in a big forest, and an old man with fairy wind bones appeared in front of him, looked at the young man's handsome face, sighed, and said a series of confusing words.

"Hey, it's fate. After a pause, the old man spoke again.

"Don't disgrace the prestige of the Chaos Stone"

"What do you mean," Ning Hong asked suspiciously.

The old man didn't answer, and the space suddenly distorted, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly.

On his right, the footsteps of "tap and tap" constantly echoed in his ears, full of rhythm, but a lot of anxiety and worry can be found in it, and you don't need to look at him to know who it is.

At the same time, the dantian constantly exudes warm currents, which is extremely comfortable, which is a feeling that has not been felt for a long time.

Could it be that my dantian is back again?

But the difference from the previous one is that the original white dantian has become gray, the area has increased by more than two times, and the hardness has increased by ten thousand times, giving people the feeling that it is five great realms higher than him, which cannot be easily broken, and the realm has returned to the first order of quenching the body, and there is an esoteric body forging exercise in his mind, to be exact, the body refining method.

The sound of footsteps kept approaching, stopped in front of the bed, and the room fell silent.

Ning Chenli squatted down and took his son's hand, tears constantly rolling in his eyes.

"Awake"

He looked at his son with a little crying, and felt more and more guilty, blaming him for being incompetent, protecting his son, blaming him for being incompetent, and unable to avenge his son.

"Daddy, I found out"

Before Ning Hong could finish speaking, he was interrupted by his father.

"I know, you're blaming me for cheating on you! ”

When Ning Chenli said this, he lost the vigor he used to have in front of him, and he instantly aged a lot, with his gray beard that was originally middle-aged, he looked like an old man who was approaching twilight.

That day, when he went to Ningyuan to mourn his wife, he found his unconscious son at the foot of Ningyuan's mountain, and looking at his son's eyes with tears in his eyes, he knew that he couldn't hide it.

"I already knew about my mother's business"

"I know you didn't tell me for my good. ”

"Seriously, sometimes I envy when I see other people's children enjoying maternal love,"

Ning Hong turned his head to look at the tall beams on the roof, and neither of them spoke.

"What I actually want to say to you is"

After a while, Ning Hong turned his head to look at his father, his eyes were full of joy, which made people feel incredible, he could be so happy when he died from his mother, what kind of stimulation did this kid have.

Ning Chenli was full of guilt in his heart, and just shook his head about it.

"My dantian has recovered," Ning Hong said lightly.

Ning Lichen, who was addicted to guilt, didn't hear clearly, just took his hand, and recalled the bits and pieces of the past in his mind.

So, Ning Hong was surprised, why was his father so sad when his dantian recovered, something was wrong.

"My dantian has recovered"

This time, Ning Chenli finally heard it clearly, but he thought that his son was too sad and had fantasies, so he pinched Ning Hong's little hand with one hand, and touched Ning Hong's head with the other, as if to say

"Silly son, no one can cure the broken dantian, hey, poor child"

Finding that his father didn't believe him, Ning Hong put the big hand on his head on the position of the dantian and motioned for him to check.

Seeing that he couldn't see the immortal son of the Yellow River, Ning Chen shook his head helplessly, but then a cold and refreshing aura poured into Ning Hong's dantian.

In the face of the invasion of this aura, Ning Hong's originally calm dantian suddenly shook, and the subtle aura in his body erupted to continuously resist.

At this moment, looking at Ning Hong's handsome face, Ning Chen was stunned, how could this be possible, this was helpless by all the doctors and pharmacists, how could it be repaired.

He couldn't believe it was true, and pinched his thigh hard, it hurt, it turned out to be true.

The originally dead pupils suddenly became hot, and his body trembled as if he had installed a small motor, but looking at the young man putting his fingers in front of his mouth, he suppressed the excitement with excitement.

It took a full hour to come out of that state, and his face was still full of smiles, this was not the smile he pretended to make his son sad before, this was a joy from the heart, even if his dantian was abolished and restored, he was not so happy.

"I'm going to tell your grandfather."

When he let go of Ning Hong's hand and turned his head, he found that the little hand was holding him tightly at this time, not letting him leave, revealing a puzzled expression.

"No, at this year's annual meeting, I'll let everyone see it, and I want them to know that I'm not a waste. ”

The boy bared his white teeth and smiled happily, the first time he had been so happy in years.

The original genius is back

.......

"Everyone, do it seriously, you go and put the door on it"

"A little to the left, crooked, a little to the right"

"You, what are you doing, go to the inner hall to help. ”

In the Ning Mansion, a teenager stood busy pointing out the country from the crowd and scolding Fang Xuan.

Originally, these jobs were familiar to the subordinates, but this one outsider, standing there and talking without backache, commanded everyone, not only did they not have the slightest anger, but when they approached, they would respectfully shout "Hello young master".

Ning Fu, the second grandson of the mansion owner Ning Zhan, the second grade Linggen, is arrogant and domineering at home, this year, he successfully entered the Kaiqu School Palace, although he is not to say that the wind and water are mixed, but in the same grade, no one has not given him a face, there is a feeling of a campus bully.

This person doesn't learn and has no skills, and he doesn't have the slightest grasp of such a good opportunity, in addition to fighting and meddling in the school palace, he is on the way to fight and meddle, but he will only bully those who are weaker than him, a typical bully.

There are still three days, and it will be the Great Year, and on the third day of the Great Year, a test will be held to test the disciples under the age of eighteen up and down the Ning Mansion to see how their cultivation progress is, so as to decide the future allocation of resources.

Yesterday, all the children who had gone out to study had already returned to prepare for the annual meeting in a few days.

"Waste, get back in, this is not the place for you"

At this time, Ning Fu's shout sounded, and the originally busy subordinate paused, and looked in the direction of Ning Fu's finger, and what caught his eye was an extremely handsome young man in black civilian clothes, yes, it was Ning Hong, Ning Hong after rebirth.

Ning Hong just had a flat face, and he didn't hurry to pass by Ning Fu in the disdainful gaze of everyone, and walked towards the inner hall.

"Stop"

In front of everyone, being ignored by a waste made Ning Fu feel extremely embarrassed, you know, before, even if this waste ignored himself, he would take a detour, what happened today, look at his eyebrows are full of confidence.

"Waste, I'll let you stop. ”

Turning around and watching Ning Hong keep leaving, Ning Fu was very angry, biting the word waste very hard, only to see him bent his back and kick his feet on the ground, like a sharp arrow shooting straight away.

You must know that although he doesn't study much or cultivate, he has also reached the height of the first order of quenching, after all, the talent is there.

It's been six years, and under normal circumstances, Ning Hong's cultivation should have fallen from the ninth order of the quenching body to the mortal body, and there was nothing to be afraid of, but today, he was destined to be disappointed.

When his fist was about to hit Ning Hong's back, Ning Hong suddenly turned around, his gaze was still flat, in the entire Ning Mansion, he only cared about his father and grandfather, after he was abolished, he deeply experienced the heat and coldness of the world.

I saw Ning Hong slowly stretch out his right hand and grab the fist that Ning Fu attacked.

"How is this possible?"

"That's right, Young Master Fu is a first-order existence of quenching the body, and this punch is enough to seriously injure a strong man. ”

"That makes sense, I think that waste is just holding on. ”

The subordinates talked a lot about this strange scene, but they all felt that Ning Hong was just holding on.

Ning Fu kept pushing hard, trying to pull his fist out of the opponent's palm, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he didn't move the slightest.

"Waste, let me go"

The other hand pulled the pinched arm, and because it was too hard, Ning Fu's face was like a ripe apple.

"Let go of the charm less,"

At this time, a dog-legged subordinate shouted, leading the people who were originally surprised, only to see that they didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one, picked up the things in their hands and rushed up, constantly hitting Ning Hong's body, and even took out rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes.

"Get out of the way," someone shouted, and the crowd scattered like frightened birds.

Ning Hong seized the opportunity, let go of that hand, came behind Ning Fu, and pulled his other hand back, his own palm against his back, as if he was subduing a prisoner

"Bang Bang Bang"

The rotten eggs shattered, the tomato juice splattered, and the boy's body became sticky, and the yellow and red things mixed and flowed on his head.

"Idiot, what are you doing!" Ning Fu shouted angrily.

At this time, everyone found that the bodies of the waste were still clean and tidy, and on the other hand, their Fu Shao had already been covered with sticky things, and the smell of rotten eggs on their bodies was extremely strong.

"Young Master..... The few people who threw rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes were sweating on their foreheads, and they didn't know what was going on.

"Ahh

Ning Fu screamed, was carried by Ning Hong's buttocks, and hit the most densely populated place, so everyone shared this thick taste together, after all, there are good things that can't be enjoyed alone.

In this regard, Ning Hong just glanced at the "heavy-tasted" teenager who fell in the crowd again, and didn't care at all about the threatening abuse behind him, he was extremely bland, as if he had done something insignificant, and turned his head to leave.

This year's annual meeting is destined to be only his stage.

He's not a waste.