Chapter Seventy-Four: Ning Mo Wind

  "It's embarrassing, but I was only able to master this 'Rolling Stone Fist' by chance and coincidence."

  Although Ning Chong explained it, even with the help of a rare encounter, it's still terrifying to think that he was able to master the "Rolling Stone Fist" to such a profound level!

  Wang Zhanglao adjusted himself for a while before finally calming down. At that moment, his gaze towards Ning Chong was completely different.

  Ning Chong was taken aback, feeling that Wang Changlao's gaze was like a big grey wolf drooling and staring at a small white rabbit.

  He shook his head slightly, smiled and sighed, and Wang Changlao withdrew his gaze. He indeed had the intention of taking Ning Chong as a disciple, but unfortunately, according to the family rules, each elder could only have one personally transmitted disciple, and Ning Mofeng, this disciple, was actually also very satisfactory to him.

  So Ning Chong can only reluctantly let go of this unpolished jade and leave it for the elder with a discerning eye.

  Wang said: "Ning Chong, you're doing great, you've passed this test with flying colors! Remember to keep working hard and don't get arrogant!"

  Ning Chong said: "Thank you, elder, for reminding me!"

  "Go ahead then."

  After bowing once, he retreated back into the crowd.

  Elder Wang continued to host the test and read out the name of the next tester: "The next tester..."

  Just as Wang Changlao was about to finish speaking, a loud laughter suddenly came from the air, saying: "The one who just tested is called Ning Chong, right? Indeed has a strong physique! I, Ning Mofeng, will remember you. This time in the great competition, we must have a good fight!"

  Among the laughter, a red figure leaped over the outer wall and landed in front of the testing pond.

  He swept a glance at the man, and saw a messy head of hair, a red sleeveless worn-out martial uniform, triangular eyes with an evil glint, and a thick short knife on his back.

  Ning Chong had a vague impression of this person, but for the time being, he couldn't recall any specific details about him. However, he could clearly sense that there was a thick and heavy aura of blood and killing intent emanating from this person's body. Just taking one step forward made Ning Chong feel like he was going to be overwhelmed, and his subconscious mind wanted to retreat and escape.

  Fearsome bloody aura, with numerous deep and visible scars on his body and face, each scar a little deeper and he wouldn't be standing here anymore.

  From this, it can be seen that this person is by no means a simple character, but rather a terrifying figure who has emerged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood after witnessing bloodshed.

  That person didn't bother with Ning Chong again, and directly turned around to face Wang Changlao, making a respectful bow: "Master, are you doing well?"

  Wang Changlao's face also showed a surprised and delighted smile, laughing and scolding: "Ning Mofeng, you little brat finally came back? How did you not die outside?"

  Ning Mo Feng chuckled and said: "I suppose the heavens are afraid of Master's sorrow, and can't bear to let a genius like me die, heh heh!"

  The old king smiled and shook his head, saying: "You little brat is still generally outspoken and arrogant! Just cut in line, now test it out, see how you've improved. If you can't satisfy me, go take a nap for me!"

  As soon as Ning Mofeng heard the three words "Immortal Sleep", his face changed immediately and he didn't dare to laugh anymore. He hadn't forgotten that since following Wang Changlao, he had been punished several times to sleep upside down, which was truly a sleep of floating between life and death, worthy of being called "Immortal Sleep" by his master!

  Obeying Wang's elder's orders, Ningmofeng stood by the small lake.

  Just standing still, Ning Mo turned his head and smiled at Ning Chong in the crowd, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "Ning Chong, can you leave a fist print on the bronze bell? Hmph, it's just a small trick, but let me show you my skills too!"

  As he spoke, Ning Mofeng suddenly swung his right arm and drew out a large knife from behind his back.

  That big knife was black and heavy, with a blood-red line on the blade. Ning Mo's giant knife was in his hand, he let out a loud roar, and swung it forward with one slash.

  Whoosh!

  A snow-bright knife light suddenly burst open, and the knife light seemed to be transmitted, cutting through the air, flipping over the waves, and rapidly cutting forward.

  Bang!

  Ding!

  A dull clang of a bronze bell, a crisp metallic sound rang out simultaneously. Right in the center of the bronze bell, a clear knife mark appeared, which happened to cut across the fist print left by Ning Chong.

  The crowd was shocked and just about to cry out in surprise, but suddenly the bronze bell swayed twice and broke off at the knife mark, with the lower half of the bell crashing heavily to the ground, emitting a dull thud.

  Ning Mo's knife, ten steps away, relying solely on the wind of the knife, cut the thick and heavy copper bell into two segments! In this instant, everyone was shocked to the point of being speechless.

  With a swagger, Ning Mo Feng slung the big knife over his shoulder, turned around with his hands on his hips, and grinned, revealing a row of white teeth: "Heh heh heh, see that? I'm still the most formidable!"

  As he spoke, Ning Mofeng's idle left hand was about to make a celebratory gesture when he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and beads of sweat rolled down - there was killing intent!

  Turning quickly, Ning Mofeng only saw Lao Da's dark face almost stuck to his face, Wang Changlao was so angry that his whiskers were upside down, and his complexion was similar to the bottom of a pot.

  "Hey...... Hehe...... Master......"

  Ning Mo Feng felt something was off and forced a few dry smiles, already planning to make a quick escape.

  "You little scoundrel! Are you intentionally causing trouble? You've ruined the copper bell, what am I supposed to use for further testing now?"

  The old king exploded and swooped in like an eagle pouncing on a chick.

  "Ah! Master, I didn't mean to! Spare my life..."

  Ning Mo Feng didn't dare to show off his might anymore, and with a frightened shout, he turned around and ran. But how could he be a match for Wang Chang Lao? In just a few steps, he was caught up to. Then...

  Ping Pong!

  Rustle rustle!

  Everyone's face turned green as they watched, and King Zhang was not hitting people, but rather smashing sandbags. If Ning Mofeng hadn't been screaming in agony no matter how hard he was hit, the crowd would have thought Ning Mofeng was going to be killed.

  Among the crowd, Ning Chong also shook his head slightly, speechlessly looking at this pair of living treasure master and apprentice.

  However, this Ningmo Feng, although he has a reckless and somewhat eccentric personality, his actual abilities are beyond doubt. Just by relying on being ten steps away, he can split open a bronze bell with one slash of his knife, which is already quite impressive.

  It's indeed the level of strength that determines one's vision. I only slightly knew about Ning Fan Yu and Ning Zi Hou before, but now I clearly see that this generation of outer disciples from the Ning family is truly not lacking in geniuses! First, there was Ning Que Yue, and now another Ning Mo Feng has emerged - neither of them can be underestimated as opponents!

  Wang Zhanglao had enough, dragging the dog to death, carrying Ningmofeng back, and casually throwing down a sentence: "The test is temporarily suspended, and it will continue after replacing the copper bell."

  Everyone listened to Wang's words, but their eyes were fixed on the Ningmofeng in his hand. Seeing that Ningmofeng was motionless with its white belly up and tongue out, they all felt a chill in their hearts. Could it be that Wang had really beaten Ningmofeng to death?

  Ning Chong couldn't help but laugh to himself at this moment, what a pity. The family's rules were extremely strict, and everyone unrelated to the test had been asked to leave. Ning Jing, that little girl, had already gone home ahead of time. Otherwise, if she were here now, seeing all this commotion, she would probably burst her belly laughing.

  After being disrupted by Ningmofeng, the test took even longer and finally came to an end.

  After this test, more than two-thirds of the disciples who participated in the family's outer door disciple competition were eliminated, nearly a thousand people. After the test was over, there were only about 100 people left.

  He didn't care about these things, he turned around and left, alone preparing to go home.

  On the road, however, another figure flashed by, and Ning Mo Feng, with a bandaged head and a bruised face, was already standing in front of Ning Chong.

  Although he looked miserable, Ning Mo Feng still had a big smile on his face, revealing a row of white teeth as he laughed and said: "Hehe, Ning Chong, I'm rooting for you, you'd better not get eliminated early in tomorrow's martial arts competition, you must hold on until we can have a match!"

  Ning Chong was taken aback, but didn't understand Ning Mo's words. He blurted out: "You... are still alive?"

  As soon as the words came out, Ning Chong also felt that something was wrong. Ning Mofeng's face was full of black lines, as if there was endless anger, but it couldn't be vented and was suppressed into an internal injury.

  Too lazy to entangle with this live treasure, he simply threw out a sentence: "See you tomorrow." and turned around to leave.