Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

"After all, you still have a year before you graduate from Southeast Wuda."

Ning Feng nodded slightly, "I will work hard and will not let my father and uncles down."

He did not refuse, and he had no reason to refuse.

As early as three years ago when he first entered Southeast Wuhan University, he should have gradually taken over the family business.

Similar to Jiang Nianchu, there are many descendants of great families and forces who learn about the family business at this stage.

If it weren't for the appearance of Su Xinyue, which caused the family to completely give up on him, he should have started to understand the family framework and accept the family's training three years ago.

Ning Zhan felt a little emotional when he heard this. When he mentioned these things to Ning Feng in the past, he would not be so interested in the family business, and his mind was full of how to please Su Xinyue.

It seems that this kid has really changed. He doesn't need to think about practicing his trumpet anymore!

"Xiao Feng, there are many good women in this world... do your best!"

Ning Zhan wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

But the words "work hard", spoken by a martial saint, embody the expectations of a father for his son.

At this time, Ning Zhan said again: "Xiao Feng, although your martial arts talent is only A-level, with the strength of our Ning family, we can stack you up to an eighth-grade golden body. If there is an opportunity, it is not impossible to reach a weak ninth grade."

"Just focus on your training and don't worry about the rest."

Ning Feng remained calm upon hearing this, nodded and said, "I know, father. I am very open-minded about these things. Moreover, I think that in the martial arts, talent is not the absolute factor that determines whether a person can become the strongest."

But he couldn't help grinning in his heart.

Smash out a martial saint?

Only the Ning family dares to say such things.

Even if one wants to train a top-level genius into a Martial Saint, the resources required are unimaginable.

But Ning Zhan dared to say that he could turn a warrior with A-level talent into a martial saint, which shows the strength of the Ning family.

"Hahaha, fine, fine. If you need anything else for your cultivation, just ask. Even if you want the dragon soul of an alien dragon, Daddy will draw it for you."

Ning Zhan was filled with joy, his eyes full of the kindness of an old father, without a trace of the majesty of a martial saint.

The Ning family's top executives all twitched their lips.

Ning Zhan laughed and didn't care about it.

However, he quickly stopped smiling and said in a serious tone, "Xiaofeng, in ten days, No. 886 will return from the Star Gate. Remember to go home."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Ning family instantly became serious.

Ning Feng was stunned for a moment, then recalled the meaning of this sentence.

In the confrontation with the Star Gate and the Underground Cave, a large number of human warriors died over the years. Some of them were completely destroyed, while some at least had their bones left.

If conditions permit, these will be transported back to the ground for burial one after another.

The number 886 means the 886th batch of martial arts masters who died in battle this year.

Ning Feng's expression also became serious.

"knew…"

Ning Feng nodded. Since there was nothing for him to do next, Ning Zhan let him leave first.

Go to the door,

Ning Zhan suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, the girl from the Ye family came to the Southeast Region recently. She seems to have gone to Southeast Martial Arts University. You should be careful."

"???"

"Um…"

Although Ning Feng looked confused, he still responded.

"Okay, you can go down."

Ning Zhan didn't explain. He just coughed dryly and let Ning Feng go down.

……

Ning Feng left the meeting room first and chatted with the other senior executives.

Ning Feng didn't know what they talked about.

When I came out of the door, I saw A Xiang doing horse stance.

Although it is not very standard, it is very stable.

Ning Feng had long been accustomed to A Xiang's various little actions.

He said calmly, "Let's go."

"Young Master, do you think I look good with long hair?" As they walked, A Xiang suddenly reached out and touched his head and asked.

Ning Feng glanced at Ah Xiang and looked at his bald head. "I think short hair suits you better."

A Xiang fell into deep thought and followed Ning Feng silently.

After returning to the training room, Ning Feng immediately entered the training state.