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Chapter 148: Wooden sword with white lines

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"It's so... disgraceful!"

His name is Wanqiu, and he has a wooden sword called Peach Blossom.

"I must kill you!"

Ding Shengxia pointed to the silver piled on the table: "It's all there!"

Ding Wanqiu is very beautiful, too beautiful to be ridiculous. His skin is very white, not sickly white, it is simply better than the average girl's skin. His neck is slender and his hands are beautiful and slender. If he were to put on women's clothes, it might not feel out of place at all. His eyes are big, with long eyelashes, and the whites of his eyes are so transparent without any impurities.

Ding Shengxia clenched her fists and looked fiercely.

Chang Huan glanced at Ding Shengxia, and then shook his head with some disappointment: "The talent is good, but the character is too bad, it is difficult to become a great person."

An Zheng said: "I am a practitioner in the realm of Sumeru, so I cannot hit people with bricks with my hands..."

An Zheng's clothes and shoes didn't seem to have changed at all, but his body was getting hotter and hotter, as if he was being roasted by the fire.

One instructor covered his face and said: "This does not look like a duel between two practitioners, but more like a street gang fight, using bricks... not elegant or grand at all!"

Ding Shengxia glanced at Ding Ningdong: "Get out!"

Those who placed bets in the distance that Ding Shengxia would win looked depressed, but the people of Yan were all good gamblers and were willing to admit defeat, so they were frustrated and felt satisfied to see such an extraordinary competition.

Sanrou pulled Ding Ningdong up: "Ignore him, he is a lunatic now."

Why

Ding Shengxia glanced at Ding Ningdong: "Get out!"

But now, An Zheng still defeated him in such a rough and unreasonable way. He remembered what An Zheng said before... You are no longer you, but I am still me... In other words, An Zheng had entered the realm of Sumeru a long time ago. In other words, when An Zheng fights against An Zheng for the first time, if An Zheng is willing, he can make his defeat even more embarrassing.

Another instructor nodded and said seriously: "Indeed... but the viewing quality is still good."

Du Shoshou was startled, picked An Zheng up on his back and ran towards Tianqizong. After arriving at the sect, he unbuttoned An Zheng's shirt and found that An Zheng's body was a strange red color and his whole body was feeling hot. Qu Liuxi's face was solemn. He pulled up An Zheng's pants and took a look. He found that the skin on An Zheng's calves had been burned and cracked, as if boiling oil had been poured over it.

Then the young man in Taoist robes took a step back, took off the wooden sword from his back, and lightly slashed it on the ground. There was a shallow mark on the ground, and I didn't know what it meant. But An Zheng's expression became particularly solemn. After being silent for a while, he stood up, walked slowly down the second floor and exited the door, standing opposite the young man in Taoist robes. There was only about one meter between the two people, and the white line on the ground separated them.

Ding Wanqiu panted for a long time while holding on to the big tree. After taking a pill, she continued walking. She smiled bitterly as she walked: "I have been practicing Taoism for nearly ten years, but my mind is still so unstable. Why don't you go find him for nothing? I'm seriously injured. In this way, it would not be worthwhile or wise to ruin the preparations for the Autumn Ceremony."

Gu Qianye said: "Didn't Lao Huo often say that An Zheng's luck is strangely messed up, and he always has so much good luck? Do you think it's because he did too many good things in his previous life, so he has been given so much in this life? His compensation?"

Chang Huan kept watching with a cold face. When he saw An Zheng knocking Ding Shengxia down with two bricks, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He had already expected that An Zheng must be hiding his own strength. This guy always made people look at him with admiration. When you think this is his limit, he still surprises you.

His feet paused in mid-air for a moment, and then he stepped over. At this time, the distance between the two people was not even half a meter. They looked into each other's eyes and could clearly see what was in each other's eyes.

I don't know when, Ding Ningdong walked to him, squatted down and stretched out his hand to pull Ding Shengxia up: "Brother, let's go home."

His name is Wanqiu, and he has a wooden sword called Peach Blossom.

On An Zheng's side, four guys who seemed to value money as much as their lives were unleashing their happiness unscrupulously. As he walked, Gu Qianye threw up a piece of silver and caught it again: "It's so funny. That Ding Shengxia must have thought that he would definitely win this time."

A few miles away from the Tianqi Sect, Ding Wanqiu and An Zheng couldn't hold on even after walking out for a few hundred meters. They opened their mouths and spit out a mouthful of blood. He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, and the white cuffs he rolled up suddenly turned red.

A teacher couldn't help but said: "An Zheng, I didn't expect that you have entered the realm of Sumeru. It's really surprising. But since you have reached the realm of Sumeru, you must behave as a practitioner of the realm of Sumeru should." Style. It's obviously not very elegant for you to hit someone with a brick like this."

His name is Wanqiu, and he has a wooden sword called Peach Blossom.

Another instructor nodded and said seriously: "Indeed... but the viewing quality is still good."

The boss chuckled and blushed.

An Zheng said: "I am a practitioner in the realm of Sumeru, so I cannot hit people with bricks with my hands..."

An Zheng turned around and waved: "Let's go home."

Ding Shengxia turned over and sat up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Do you think I'm embarrassed? I've embarrassed the Ding family? I've embarrassed yours? Get out of here right now, do you think you have a brother like me? If you don’t have the face to see anyone, you can pretend you don’t know me and don’t show any pretense about pitying me. I don’t need anyone to pity me. I will definitely kill him and let everyone know that I am better than him!”

The tea stall owner shouted next to him: "I still have a pocket. Do you want to buy it? Do you want to buy it or not?"

"This person... is so strange."

Du Shaoshou said: "How could he know that we have something as heaven-defying as the Heaven-defying Seal?"

"Take good care of him, and I'll prepare the medicine."

Ding Ningdong shook his head: "But he is my brother after all."

He waved his hand, pulled out a brick from the wall, and then slapped it on Ding Shengxia's face: "How about this?"

The teacher immediately shut up and didn't want to talk to An Zheng anymore.

An Zheng's clothes and shoes didn't seem to have changed at all, but his body was getting hotter and hotter, as if he was being roasted by the fire.

Du Shaoshou chuckled, his smile was so vulgar. An Zheng held his pocket, and he put money into it one by one. He filled a sack full, and Du Shaoshou stuffed the remaining small amount into his arms.

The teacher immediately shut up and didn't want to talk to An Zheng anymore.

His name is Wanqiu, and he has a wooden sword called Peach Blossom.

An Zheng didn't even look at Ding Shengxia who was lying on the ground. He ran over and asked Du Shaoshou, "How much did you win?"

An Zheng was silent for about two minutes, and then stepped across the white line.

Ding Ningdong shook his head: "But he is my brother after all."

The boss chuckled and blushed.

Ding Shengxia pointed to the silver piled on the table: "It's all there!"

After saying these twelve words of comment, Chang Huan turned around and left.

An Zheng picked up the sack, and Du Shoshou picked up An Zheng, and then left in such a petty rage, not to mention how happy they looked.

An Zheng casually grabbed a handful of money and put it into the tea stall owner's arms: "This is your tea money."

Chang Huan's expression changed: "If something happens and Nie Qing is disabled..."

He put the wooden sword back behind his back and clasped his fists: "You just defeated my brother, so I want to come and see you."

When An Zheng took a step across the white line, Ding Wanqiu's expression immediately changed, and she clasped her fists again: "It's really good. His defeat to you is not a shame, and the pill is not a humiliation."

"It's so... disgraceful!"

An Zheng casually grabbed a handful of money and put it into the tea stall owner's arms: "This is your tea money."

"I must kill you!"

"My name is Ding Wanqiu."

Ding Shengxia clenched her fists and looked fiercely.

An Zheng was looking at the young man, and the young man was looking at An Zheng.

Du Shaoshou said: "How could he know that we have something as heaven-defying as the Heaven-defying Seal?"

The boss was dumbfounded and kept thanking me. An Zheng looked at a sack in the corner, which should be filled with firewood. An Zheng went over and brought the sack over, then grabbed a handful of silver and stuffed it into the boss's arms: "Buy this bag from you."

The tea stall owner shouted next to him: "I still have a pocket. Do you want to buy it? Do you want to buy it or not?"

An Zheng was looking at the young man, and the young man was looking at An Zheng.

The young man in Taoist robes spoke in a soft voice and seemed a little shy, more like a girl.

Du Shaoshou chuckled, his smile was so vulgar. An Zheng held his pocket, and he put money into it one by one. He filled a sack full, and Du Shaoshou stuffed the remaining small amount into his arms.

Ding Shengxia lay sprawled on the ground, feeling like the whole world was leaving him. In sharp contrast to the happy departure of An Zheng, Du Shoshou and the others, Ding Shengxia, whose face was full of flowers, felt that he had been humiliated again, completely humiliated. He originally thought that he had risen to the realm of Sumeru in one fell swoop. Even if he gave up the qualification to participate in the Battle of Bakui, it would still be worth it if he could get revenge.

The tea stall owner shouted next to him: "I still have a pocket. Do you want to buy it? Do you want to buy it or not?"

Ding Shengxia glanced at Ding Ningdong: "Get out!"

Du Shaoshou glared at him: "You're so greedy."

His name is Wanqiu, and he has a wooden sword called Peach Blossom.

Halfway through the meal, An Zheng saw a young man standing on the street below, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a navy blue Taoist robe. This young man looks very clean, not just because of his clean clothes, but because his whole person gives off a clean feeling.

They chose a restaurant that looked very clean and went in. They ordered a large table of wine and food without frugality, and then ate haphazardly. The chefs in this restaurant are really good at their craftsmanship. Although the dishes don't look exquisite, they make home-cooked meals to the extreme. There are no dignitaries who come here to eat, but the business is good. An Zheng and the others were lucky enough to find a seat by the window on the second floor.

Ding Wanqiu felt that the wooden sword behind her was still ready to move, which was the excitement and excitement of meeting her opponent. He gently stroked the wooden sword with his bleeding hand: "Taohua, be good...it's not time yet, our goal is the Autumn Ceremony."

The boss chuckled and blushed.

He waved his hand, pulled out a brick from the wall, and then slapped it on Ding Shengxia's face: "How about this?"

An Zheng picked up the sack, and Du Shoshou picked up An Zheng, and then left in such a petty rage, not to mention how happy they looked.

Qu Liuxi turned around and ran out: "I didn't expect that such a gentle and gentle young man could have such a fiery and violent cultivation power."

Yan Xu glanced at Chang Huan and said as he walked: "It seems that I still underestimated this An Zheng. Now it seems that he has the ability to fight in the battle of Ba Kui. It's a pity that he has just entered the martial arts academy and cannot participate yet." The Battle of Bakui. Otherwise, if he and Nie Qing enter the Battle of Bakui, the Wu Yuan will have a great chance of winning. "

I don't know when, Ding Ningdong walked to him, squatted down and stretched out his hand to pull Ding Shengxia up: "Brother, let's go home."

His name is Wanqiu, and he has a wooden sword called Peach Blossom.

The teacher immediately shut up and didn't want to talk to An Zheng anymore.

Ding Ningdong shook his head: "But he is my brother after all."

The tea stall owner shouted next to him: "I still have a pocket. Do you want to buy it? Do you want to buy it or not?"

Chang Huan glanced at Ding Shengxia, and then shook his head with some disappointment: "The talent is good, but the character is too bad, it is difficult to become a great person."

After saying that, Ding Wanqiu turned and walked away, her steps seemed a little unsteady. It came out of nowhere and left out of nowhere.

Du Shaoshou glared at him: "You're so greedy."

Ding Shengxia felt that he was almost dead. At least all his self-esteem was torn to pieces by An Zheng at this moment, leaving him with nothing left.

There are Tai Chi patterns on the Taoist robes, and the clothes are tailored to fit perfectly. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the snow-white lining. Wearing a pair of black cloth shoes with white soles on her feet, the shoes were spotless.

Ding Shengxia felt that he was almost dead. At least all his self-esteem was torn to pieces by An Zheng at this moment, leaving him with nothing left.

After saying these twelve words of comment, Chang Huan turned around and left.

"This person... is so strange."

Why

Chang Huan's expression changed: "If something happens and Nie Qing is disabled..."

Du Shaoshou glared at him: "You're so greedy."

One instructor covered his face and said: "This does not look like a duel between two practitioners, but more like a street gang fight, using bricks... not elegant or grand at all!"

Ding Shengxia pointed to the silver piled on the table: "It's all there!"

He put the wooden sword back behind his back and clasped his fists: "You just defeated my brother, so I want to come and see you."

Why

Chang Huan turned back and glanced at An Zheng: "Four years from now, maybe no one can compare with him, whether it's Dading Academy or Taishang Daojo."

The teacher immediately shut up and didn't want to talk to An Zheng anymore.

After saying that, Ding Wanqiu turned and walked away, her steps seemed a little unsteady. It came out of nowhere and left out of nowhere.

Others didn't pay much attention, but An Zheng was moved in his heart... Could it be like this

Ding Shengxia felt that he was almost dead. At least all his self-esteem was torn to pieces by An Zheng at this moment, leaving him with nothing left.

Behind him is the entire Ding family, a huge network of relationships that his father, Ding, the Minister of Rites, spent most of his life building. The benefits he can get from this network should be something that An Zheng would never be able to get in his lifetime. But why could An Zheng know the exercises he learned, and why was his magic weapon worse than a brick in An Zheng's hand

He looked down and found that there were at least dozens of wounds on his arms. He lowered his sleeve and blood trickled down his hand.

Ding Shengxia felt that he was almost dead. At least all his self-esteem was torn to pieces by An Zheng at this moment, leaving him with nothing left.

The onlookers gradually dispersed, and the street became quiet again. Ding Shengxia just kept lying on the ground, looking at the sky, feeling that even the clouds in the sky were laughing at him. He had the urge to draw his sword towards the sky. If possible, he would poke a hole in the damn sky.

Chang Huan turned back and glanced at An Zheng: "Four years from now, maybe no one can compare with him, whether it's Dading Academy or Taishang Daojo."

"My name is Ding Wanqiu."

Chang Huan glanced at Ding Shengxia, and then shook his head with some disappointment: "The talent is good, but the character is too bad, it is difficult to become a great person."

An Zheng's clothes and shoes didn't seem to have changed at all, but his body was getting hotter and hotter, as if he was being roasted by the fire.

Ding Ningdong shook his head: "But he is my brother after all."

Why

An Zheng was silent for about two minutes, and then stepped across the white line.

After saying these twelve words of comment, Chang Huan turned around and left.

Du Shoshou and Qu Liuxi Gu Qianye hurriedly came down from upstairs and found An Zheng's face frighteningly pale. An Zheng took a few steps forward, his steps empty. When he reached the sixth step, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

An Zheng was silent for about two minutes, and then stepped across the white line.

"My name is Ding Wanqiu."

Chang Huan's expression changed: "If something happens and Nie Qing is disabled..."

Yan Xu shook his head: "I can't wait four years for Nie Qing to go to the third floor of the library."

An Zheng was looking at the young man, and the young man was looking at An Zheng.

Chang Huan's expression changed: "If something happens and Nie Qing is disabled..."

"I must kill you!"

After saying that, Ding Wanqiu turned and walked away, her steps seemed a little unsteady. It came out of nowhere and left out of nowhere.

Ding Shengxia clenched her fists and looked fiercely.

Du Shaoshou said: "How could he know that we have something as heaven-defying as the Heaven-defying Seal?"

After saying that, Ding Wanqiu turned and walked away, her steps seemed a little unsteady. It came out of nowhere and left out of nowhere.

An Zheng was silent for about two minutes, and then stepped across the white line.

"My name is Ding Wanqiu."

Ding Shengxia clenched her fists and looked fiercely.

Why

Chang Huan glanced at Ding Shengxia, and then shook his head with some disappointment: "The talent is good, but the character is too bad, it is difficult to become a great person."

After saying that, Ding Wanqiu turned and walked away, her steps seemed a little unsteady. It came out of nowhere and left out of nowhere.

"Take good care of him, and I'll prepare the medicine."

An Zheng was silent for about two minutes, and then stepped across the white line.

An Zheng didn't even look at Ding Shengxia who was lying on the ground. He ran over and asked Du Shaoshou, "How much did you win?"

Another instructor nodded and said seriously: "Indeed... but the viewing quality is still good."

I don't know when, Ding Ningdong walked to him, squatted down and stretched out his hand to pull Ding Shengxia up: "Brother, let's go home."

After saying these twelve words of comment, Chang Huan turned around and left.

Ding Shengxia pointed to the silver piled on the table: "It's all there!"

He stood up, picked up his long sword, and left extremely lonely.

Ding Ningdong shook his head: "But he is my brother after all."

Ding Shengxia glanced at Ding Ningdong: "Get out!"

Others didn't pay much attention, but An Zheng was moved in his heart... Could it be like this

Ding Shengxia glanced at Ding Ningdong: "Get out!"

Ding Ningdong's eyes flashed with tears: "Let's go home, don't lie here, okay?"

Chang Huan walked back to the martial arts academy. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yan Xu, the dean of the martial arts academy, standing at the door waiting for him.

"This person... is so strange."

An Zheng was looking at the young man, and the young man was looking at An Zheng.

He stood up, picked up his long sword, and left extremely lonely.

The young man in Taoist robes spoke in a soft voice and seemed a little shy, more like a girl.

An Zheng said: "I am a practitioner in the realm of Sumeru, so I cannot hit people with bricks with my hands..."

Ding Shengxia pointed to the silver piled on the table: "It's all there!"

Ding Shengxia clenched her fists and looked fiercely.

Sanrou pulled Ding Ningdong up: "Ignore him, he is a lunatic now."

Ding Shengxia felt that he was almost dead. At least all his self-esteem was torn to pieces by An Zheng at this moment, leaving him with nothing left.

Ding Ningdong shook his head: "But he is my brother after all."

An Zheng said: "I am a practitioner in the realm of Sumeru, so I cannot hit people with bricks with my hands..."

One instructor covered his face and said: "This does not look like a duel between two practitioners, but more like a street gang fight, using bricks... not elegant or grand at all!"

"Take good care of him, and I'll prepare the medicine."

An Zheng said: "I am a practitioner in the realm of Sumeru, so I cannot hit people with bricks with my hands..."

Chang Huan walked back to the martial arts academy. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yan Xu, the dean of the martial arts academy, standing at the door waiting for him.

Yan Xu shook his head: "I can't wait four years for Nie Qing to go to the third floor of the library."

Chang Huan shook his head: "It seems that he has just entered the realm of Sumeru, so he keeps hiding his strength. There is more than one Su Feilun in Dading Academy, and there is more than one Fengxiu Yang in Taishang Dojo. Don't forget, Su Under the flying wheel, there is also the genius Tang Fangniu, and the low-key Li Shisan who is often forgotten. Over there at the Taishang Dojo, there is also Ding Wanqiu under Feng Xiuyang, and the born Taoist. Han Ruo."

Why

The young man in Taoist robes spoke in a soft voice and seemed a little shy, more like a girl.

I don't know when, Ding Ningdong walked to him, squatted down and stretched out his hand to pull Ding Shengxia up: "Brother, let's go home."

He said implicitly: "Everyone has his own opportunity, it all depends on his destiny."

"My name is Ding Wanqiu."

Why

"My name is Ding Wanqiu."

Yan Zhu said: "It took so many years for the Martial Academy to produce a Nie Qing, but compared to Dading Academy and Taishang Dojo, he still has no advantage at all."

Du Shaoshou chuckled, his smile was so vulgar. An Zheng held his pocket, and he put money into it one by one. He filled a sack full, and Du Shaoshou stuffed the remaining small amount into his arms.

An Zheng casually grabbed a handful of money and put it into the tea stall owner's arms: "This is your tea money."

Chang Huan turned back and glanced at An Zheng: "Four years from now, maybe no one can compare with him, whether it's Dading Academy or Taishang Daojo."

"So strong."

Ding Shengxia glanced at Ding Ningdong: "Get out!"

Yan Xu shook his head: "I can't wait four years for Nie Qing to go to the third floor of the library."

"Take good care of him, and I'll prepare the medicine."

Another instructor nodded and said seriously: "Indeed... but the viewing quality is still good."

Chang Huan's expression changed: "If something happens and Nie Qing is disabled..."

Chang Huan turned back and glanced at An Zheng: "Four years from now, maybe no one can compare with him, whether it's Dading Academy or Taishang Daojo."

An Zheng was looking at the young man, and the young man was looking at An Zheng.

"Take good care of him, and I'll prepare the medicine."

The teacher immediately shut up and didn't want to talk to An Zheng anymore.

"It's so... disgraceful!"

He said implicitly: "Everyone has his own opportunity, it all depends on his destiny."

He stood up, picked up his long sword, and left extremely lonely.

Ding Shengxia felt that he was almost dead. At least all his self-esteem was torn to pieces by An Zheng at this moment, leaving him with nothing left.

An Zheng casually grabbed a handful of money and put it into the tea stall owner's arms: "This is your tea money."

"This person... is so strange."

Ding Shengxia pointed to the silver piled on the table: "It's all there!"

In his mind, he thought of An Zheng's step forward, like a peerless sword, with a powerful momentum, and a domineering and kingly aura that dominated the world.