On a high cliff, among the people standing and watching the sword meeting, there was a middle-aged official with a beautiful beard in a blue official uniform.
Looking at Ding Ning who stepped into the green palace, the skinny master beside him seemed very happy, and could not calmly say to him softly: "Lord Sikong, only the last sword test is left."
In this crimson sea of thorns, he did not suffer any serious injuries, and Lie Yinghong, who was ranked first in the talent book, had already withdrawn from the sword meeting, plus Ding Ning's frightening ability to use sword skills , even this scheming master thinks that Ding Ning has a great possibility of winning in the last round of the competition.
In this master's opinion, Ding Ning's winning the first place is just a battle of spirits. His talent may have already won the favor of many people in the Minshan Sword Sect. As long as he enters the top ten, he will definitely have the opportunity to study in the Minshan Sword Sect. , and it is even possible to get personal guidance from some legendary figures. At that time, this young man with excessive five qi may be able to get a longer period of time. Their attention to this young man, it can even be said that the capital invested may get some returns.
However, compared to his joy, the middle-aged bearded official next to him, Sikong Lian, the deputy head of the Rites Department, seemed even more melancholy.
Sikong Lian shook his head slightly, and said softly: "You don't know her well enough."
The master was startled, and immediately wanted to understand who the "she" Si Konglian referred to was, and his body suddenly became cold and stiff.
"She never puts her eggs in one basket. In the past battles against Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties, the battles she presided over, even after hundreds of deductions, she would be as safe as snakes swallowing frogs. She has a powerful backhand. She just has a different identity now, if you examine the school carefully, as a general, she is truly a victorious general who has never lost a single battle she presides over."
Sikong Lian took a deep breath, and said in a heavy and slow voice: "Anyone can guess that Lie Yinghong is her man, so Lie Yinghong will not be the pawn she relies on the most, except for this habit of doing things... the most important thing What's more, who in the whole world doesn't know her cruelty?"
"It is Maid Rong who works for her. Since Maid Rong has expressed that she does not want Ding Ning to pass this sword meeting, it is not just the people arranged in advance by Maid Rong that prevent Ding Ning from winning, nor is it just the people she left behind. .”
After a pause, Sikong Lian's voice turned slightly cold: "Many people will naturally respect her wishes and help her accomplish such a thing. Her coldness is not just to make people feel that there is no problem if they don't object to her, but will It makes many people feel that if they don't help her, they will be severely punished."
The skinny master's heart is getting colder and colder. This is a very simple base problem.
The fewer people stand on one's side, the more brutal battles one will encounter in the next one-on-one sword test.
Even some selected students who had no hope of advancing would desperately fight Ding Ning because of the meaning expressed by the maid Rong.
There were not many friends standing by Ding Ning's side.
Especially in the eyes of the vast majority of people, many of his friends standing beside him would find it difficult to pass this test.
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Ding Ning walked into the blue hall. There was no decoration inside the blue hall. There was only a moss-covered stone path spiraling upwards in the center of the hall. The cool mountain breeze flowed down the stone path continuously.
Ding Ning slowly went up the stone path, and after a long time, he finally reached the exit.
It was getting dark.
Just outside the exit was the valley where they had eaten earlier.
In the simple hut, a few oil lamps were lit.
The light from the oil lamp shone on his figure, making his figure appear lonely.
Ding Ning walked into the shed with a lonely shadow. The food in the shed had been cleaned up. At this time, there were only some ordinary white gauze and some small but sharp steel needles on the table.
Ding Ning took a steel needle and roasted it on the flame of the oil lamp for a while, then wiped off the smoke on the needle, and patiently and carefully picked out the broken wood thorns all over his body.
Jing Liuli's figure appeared again on a cliff above that he couldn't see.
She stared at Ding Ning for a long time, and the admiration in her eyes became more and more intense.
The cleaner the wooden thorns are removed, the less burden the body will have in the next battle, and the easier the movements will be. Moreover, if these wooden thorns stay in the body for too long, it will definitely cause festering and other symptoms.
It's just that the process of picking out the wood thorns is not easy.
Picking out the thorns one by one under the oil lamp will be very exhausting, especially when the body is already extremely tired. This kind of picking out wood thorns will make people more tired. Stinging, constant pain is also extremely exhausting for physical strength.
However, at this moment, Ding Ning did not feel any anxiety.
He picked them extremely meticulously and patiently. Although Jing Liuli couldn't see clearly, he could imagine that the wooden thorns that fell from the needle point on the table in front of him had piled up.
Geng Ren also looked at Ding Ning quietly in the dark.
He also made no secret of his appreciation for Ding Ning.
To be able to get straight into the eyes of many Minshan Sword Sects of their level, and get their attention and even appreciation, there may not be one or two selected students for many years.
But at this moment, Geng Ren didn't hide his worry at all.
He is also worried about the final base.
There are too few people on Ding Ning's side, and the rules are the rules. Since the rules of the Sword Club have been formulated, even Jing Liuli, who set the rules of the Sword Club, cannot change them.
It was late at night.
Most of the masters from the training ground who watched the sword meeting on the cliff did not rest. Even those masters whose students from their own training grounds had been eliminated were still paying close attention to every fragment in the crimson sea of thorns.
Among the three true disciples in Baiyang Cave, Shen Yi has withdrawn, and apart from Ding Ning, only Zhang Yi is left.
And in the eyes of almost all the teachers in the practice places, Zhang Yi's situation at this time is also extremely bad.
Unlike most selected students, Zhang Yi did not choose to walk in the stream or along the banks of the stream, but chose to walk through the thorn bushes.
He is not as fast as Lie Yinghong, and he is not as good at weaving soft armor, but he also does not want more and more wooden thorns to pierce his body, making his injuries more and more serious, and making himself more and more serious. Weaker.
So he chose to draw his sword and cut through the thorns.
The sword he was holding at the moment was Zhao Jianlu's hottest sword, and the strong heat emitted naturally made the thorny wood in front of him dry and brittle. It could be said that it was the most suitable sword to open the way forward in this place.
However, his movements are always fast.
He always travels through this sea of thorns at a very fast speed.
Keeping out swords at a very fast speed, even if the opponent is just grass and trees, and there is no need to use real energy at all, any sword master will be very tired.
At this time, Zhang Yi was sore all over, and waves of intense tiredness kept hitting him like a tidal wave, which made him a little hard to bear, and the sword in his hand was as heavy as a mountain, and it became heavier and heavier.
The most important thing is that Zhang Yi felt some abnormal movements from the surrounding wilderness.
Whether it's some shaking of the ground, the slight chill in the wind blowing on him from a distance, and the abnormal turbulence, they all remind him that there are already many things in this seemingly calm crimson sea of thorns that he doesn't want to see, but soon changes to be faced.
He is usually polite and cautious, and in the eyes of many people he is an abnormal mother-in-law, a person who hesitates in doing things, but any teacher who is familiar with him in Baiyang Cave knows very well that he is also extremely intelligent like Ding Ning.
He also saw from the very beginning that the stream was too dead and contained too many dangers, so he chose to make a way directly through the thorn bushes. , even if he hides his tracks and carefully passes through here, there will definitely be something possible to find, so he has been walking through this sea of thorns at an extremely fast speed.
It's just that this sea of thorns is too big, and it is surrounded by magic circles, making it extremely difficult for him to accurately grasp the straight line. Up to now, although he has not encountered any direct danger, the blue palaces in his eyes It's still far away, and in the surrounding wilderness, terrible mutations are already happening everywhere.
He had an intuition that some selected students should have been eliminated.
At the same time, he intuited that those terrible things had begun to hunt for an elect like him.
Sensing the terrifying movements coming from the wilderness around him, Zhang Yi looked at his hands that were trembling like a very old man even if he didn't use his strength. He took a deep breath, remained silent for a moment, and then made the first move. It was a move that most of the masters in the practice places on the cliff never thought of.
With the long sword in his hand, he cleared out a space enough for people to lie down. He patted the ground firmly with the long sword in his hand, steamed the water vapor, and turned the ground into a very hard dry land. Then he lay down and kneaded himself. The most sore right arm for a moment, then close your eyes and go to sleep.
"What does he mean by that?"
"Even if you are really tired, how can you sleep in this situation?"
"Did he not notice the movement of these Zerg?"
Some masters in the practice places didn't know what he was doing at first, but after they finally confirmed that he had fallen into a deep sleep, several people couldn't help but let out incomprehensible exclamations.
"Very bold."
On the side of the cliff top, there was a very gentle sound, which made people feel like the spring breeze was blowing on the face, a very comfortable sound.
The person who made the sound, Huang Zhenwei, who was wearing a light yellow court uniform, shook his head with some emotion, "It's really bold."
His status in Changling is extremely noble, and there are naturally very few people who can stand near him.
It's just that everyone who heard his voice could tell that what he said was a compliment rather than a scolding.
Tantai Guanjian was standing on the top of a blue palace in the sea of thorns at this time, seeing Zhang Yi's actions, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
These few disciples of Baiyang Cave are indeed very interesting.
Even Zhang Yi, who was rumored to be the most cautious and hesitant, was actually very unusual.
Zhang Yi slept very soundly, because he was too tired, he even made some snoring noises... He just fell asleep, doing nothing, but when he was asleep, he also firmly attracted many people on the cliff gaze.
There is a group of emperor insects that have devoured the black frost insects, swimming in the thorn bushes not far from him like a real ranger.
Even the closest time to him was less than half a mile away.
As long as Zhang Yi's existence is discovered, Zhang Yi will directly suffer heavy injuries in her sleep and withdraw from the sword meeting.
However, Zhang Yi won the bet.
This group of Emperor Zerg passed him by.
After sleeping for two hours, Zhang Yi opened her eyes and woke up.