When Face No Longer Carries Weight
In the distance, on the edge of the ruins plowed by the aftermath of the battle, several figures stood quietly.
Ning Fengzhi stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes fell on the five terrifying figures in the field, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Five level 95 Titled Douluo.
Five Hundred Thousand Years Ninth Spirit Ring.
This kind of background...
Jingtao waves of terror surged in his heart, but he still maintained his usual calm look on his face.
Beside him, Bone Douluo Gu Rong's face was extremely serious.
His eyes swept over the five people and he said in a low voice:
"Fengzhi..."
Ning Fengzhi raised his hand and interrupted him.
He did not look back, but quietly watched the situation on the field, calculating rapidly in his mind.
Upper Three Sects connects branches with the same energy.
This sentence, on the surface, is the dignity that Upper Three Sects has maintained for decades.
Even if they have their own thoughts secretly, even if Clear Sky Sect has closed the door, even if Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect don't have much contact...
But in front of outsiders, Upper Three Sects must stand together.
This is not affection, this is interest.
What's more, he knows better than anyone how delicate the current situation has reached.
Spirit Hall's ambition has never been concealed.
What Rongrong saw in that dream was the war that swept across the mainland a few years later. Spirit Hall's iron hoofs trampled across the two countries, countless sects were destroyed, and Soul Master World's blood flowed like rivers...
That scene, even if it was just a fragmented description of Rongrong, he could imagine how tragic it was.
In reality, both empires have been chillingly quiet in recent years.
If Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is destroyed here today, Upper Three Sects will be the only one left with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
By then, no matter whether Spirit Hall launches a war or not, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will become a target in everyone's eyes.
Clear Sky Sect is a closed sect and has not come out. Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been destroyed. Why does Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect exist alone?
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and whispered:
"Uncle Gu, we can't let anything happen to this old dragon."
Gu Rong frowned slightly, looked at him and whispered:
"Fengzhi, do you want..."
Ning Fengzhi nodded and said in a lower voice:
"Upper Three Sects are in the same spirit. Even if there are conflicts secretly, I can't watch Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan suffer this disaster."
"Otherwise, they can destroy Blue Lightning today, and tomorrow..."
He didn't say any more.
Gu Rong was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.
He understood the meaning of Fengzhi, it was not about affection, it was about self-preservation.
Ning Fengzhi Take a deep breath and step forward.
Gu Rong followed closely, watching the five figures warily.
In the field, Fu Lei, who had the most bad temper, could no longer hold himself back.
He carried the Entanglement warhammer with purple thunder and lightning, stepped forward, and cursed angrily:
"What are you talking about with him? Since you dare to come here and act arrogantly, then stay here forever!"
Just when he was about to take action--
"Wait a minute."
A clear voice came from the side.
Fu Lei paused in his steps and turned around to look.
Ning Fengzhi quickly walked to the middle of the two parties, bowed to the five Enforcement Elder, with his usual gentle smile on his face, and said:
"Several elders, I'm Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Ning Fengzhi."
"What happened today was just a misunderstanding. Elder Fu Zhi was also injured because of it. It is understandable that Fu Family should be held responsible, but..."
"Just what?"
Fu Yuan's voice interrupted him coldly.
He held the long knife burning with pale flames, his eyes fell on Ning Fengzhi, and there was no warmth in his tone:
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master Ning, Mr. Fu has heard of your name. Now it seems that the rumors are true."
He paused and his voice suddenly turned cold:
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master Ning likes to do nothing more than meddle in other people's business."
As soon as these words were spoken, the faint smile on Ning Fengzhi's face suddenly froze.
The face of Gu Rong behind him didn't look good either.
Normally, with his violent temper, he would have been unable to help himself and stepped forward.
But at this moment, standing in front of him were five Titled Douluo who were at the same level as him, and Soul Ring Configuration was much higher than him.
He's not stupid enough to fight head-on.
Ning Fengzhi is Ning Fengzhi after all. In a moment, he returned to his usual calm expression.
He took a deep breath and said in a sincere tone:
"Elder Fu is serious. I have some friendship with your family Young Master and now His Excellency Tianqing."
"My little girl has just entered Beichen Academy today. Thank you for your care."
He paused and continued:
"I'm not meddling in other people's business, it's just..."
"If you're not meddling in other people's business--"
Fu Yuan's voice interrupted him again.
Those cold eyes looked directly at Ning Fengzhi and said word by word:
"Then Sect Master Ning can retreat first."
"Lest Fu Mou think that Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants to protect the traitor who injured my elder Fu Family."
The words Ning Fengzhi were stuck in my throat.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something else--
Yu Yuanzhen, who was clutching his chest and lying on his side, looked furious when he heard that he was defined as a thief.
He struggled to stand up, but because the injury was too severe, he could only grit his teeth and squeeze out one word from his throat:
"You--!"
Fu Yuan glanced at him contemptuously, and then his eyes fell back on Ning Fengzhi.
His voice continued calmly:
"So, Sect Master Ning. Do you want to take care of this matter today?"
He paused and said with a hint of threat in his tone:
"If you want to take care of it, then be prepared to live or die with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
As soon as these words came out, Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank slightly.
Live or die together!
Fu Yuan's meaning is very clear - if he insists on interfering today, Beichen Fu Clan will regard Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan as one.
He knew exactly what that meant.
Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi fell silent.
After a moment, the corner of his mouth slowly raised that familiar smile, he cupped his hands towards Fu Yuan, and said in a brisk tone:
"Haha, what Elder Fu said is serious. Mr. Ning just hopes that everyone can be harmonious. After all, they are all well-known forces on the mainland. It will not look good if they are too tense."
He paused and continued:
"But today's matter was actually initiated by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. This... Mr. Ning also saw it. Since Elder Fu has his own opinion, Mr. Ning will not bother you anymore."
He bowed slightly to the five elders and said in a gentle tone:
"Farewell."
After that, he turned around and left quickly with Gu Rong.
After walking dozens of steps, the smile on Ning Fengzhi's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a livid expression.
Gu Rong walked beside him and lowered his voice:
"Fengzhi, this..."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head and interrupted him. His voice was low and somewhat cold:
"Let's go back and talk about it first, Uncle Gu."
He did not expect that this elder Fu Yuan, whom he met for the first time, would not give him any face at all.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Leader, who on the mainland wouldn't give him three points of thin noodles?
But today, in this Beichen Academy, he didn't even finish his words before he was shouted back.
But what chilled him even more was the attitude shown by the Beichen Fu Clan.
Those five elders had no Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in their eyes.
In other words, in their eyes, there is no power in the entire continent at all.
Such a family...Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and suppressed the waves in his heart.
He looked back at the towering Academy, and a complicated light flashed in his eyes.
In the field, after Ning Fengzhi left, the five elders walked up to Yu Yuanzhen.
Fu Lei squatted down, carrying the war hammer, with an undisguised grin on his face:
"Old guy, do you have any last words? Say it now."
Yu Yuanzhen struggled to get up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move.
He looked at the terrifying figures with five auras in front of him, and for the first time he felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.
He came today just to save his son and suppress this matter.
He didn't expect that Beichen Fu Clan would have such a background.
Five level 95 Titled Douluo, five Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.
With such strength, let alone Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, even Spirit Hall might not necessarily be his opponent.
What made his heart even more chilling was that during the final blow, the woman named Fu Zhi...
He could obviously avoid it, but he bumped into him unexpectedly.
She did it on purpose.