Chapter: 8988

On his fist, there was a layer of faint red light that could clearly be seen in the fetal breath state. Ning Qi had been guarding against him all the time, so at the moment when Zuoqiu exploded, Ning Qi retreated instead of advancing.

Zuoqiu Wanzhang failed to predict Ning Qi's actions, causing his fist to be completely empty.

And his heart was pierced by a force of 20,000 jin.

Withdrawing the bloody arm, Ning Qi pushed it lightly, and Zuoqiu Wanzhang fell back on the bed again, with a trace of bewilderment and doubt in his eyes that were gradually losing their vitality.

"Your name is not Ning Qi, you are Ning Xuan who has spiritual roots in Ning Mansion but was not accepted by Ziqing Palace"

It seemed to be a flashback, Zuoqiu Wanzhang sat up suddenly, his tiger eyes widened, staring at Ning Qi.

"You're going to die, does that matter?"

Ning Qi smiled, turned around and walked to another corner of the house, where there was a cabinet with many antiques.

From the very beginning, he noticed that there was aura in these antiques.

Aura value 1 Aura value 5 Aura value 18 Aura value 30 Ning Qi's Aura value continued to rise, and finally reached an integer of 1400 points. Compared with the study of the head of the Ning family, the antiques placed in the room of the head of the Zuoqiu family Most are true.

After Zuoqiu Wanzhang heard Ning Qi's words, he let go of his last breath. Before he died, he felt extremely regretful. If he had known that Ning's family had such a monster, he would never have agreed to the proposal of the Seven Swordsman. Get involved in this kind of thing.

"Mortals really can't get involved in the battle of the Immortal Sect." Ning Qi glanced at his body, turned and left.

Not long after, he came to another room.

An hour later.

Ning Qi left Zuoqiu's house, and no one found him from the beginning to the end.

"Fire Yang Fist, this should be in the category of martial arts. The fist that the Patriarch of the Zuoqiu family used just now may be this Lie Yang Fist."

Ning Qi walked towards the inn while flipping through the books in his hands.

In the book, Ning Qi basically understands the practice method of Lieyangquan and the route of carrying the true energy.

This should be just a very common martial skill, it seems that there is only one level, and the book says that if one reaches the pinnacle of practice, one can die from burning flames all over one's body.

After arriving at the inn, Ning Qi's thoughts moved slightly, and the data flow in front of him washed down like a waterfall.

On the attribute panel, in addition to the aura value and condensate art, there is another piece of data.

Lieyang fist.

There is also a plus sign behind it.

Seeing this, Ning Qi tapped lightly, and the spirit value was deducted by 10 points, and the Lieyangquan was raised to the first level.

"Although the book does not say that there are several realms of Lieyang Fist, as the proficiency increases, there will be some changes. Since the system can be improved, this is further confirmed."

One level deducted 10 points of aura, and Ning Qi kept adding points with his eyes closed. Soon, Lieyang Fist also reached the 20th level.

There are 1200 aura left.

"It can be improved"

Ning Qi felt a little joy in his heart.

After Lieyang Fist was upgraded to the 20th floor, the plus sign behind it did not disappear.