The Minshan Sword Sect practitioner surnamed He is naturally He Shanjian.
At this time, most of the selected students in the field did not know that such a cultivator died in the Minshan Sword Sect before the final sword test, but almost all the teachers in the field knew that such a thing happened.
It's just that they didn't know how He Zhaoxi got the news, nor did they know what the relationship between He Zhaoxi and He Shan was.
"He is my uncle, I practiced sword with him when I was young."
He Zhaoxi looked at the mountains in the distance and said slowly.
Zhang Yi didn't know what happened. He looked at He Zhaoxi incomprehensibly, wondering what the death of the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner that He Zhaoxi said had anything to do with Ding Ning.
"My uncle is the best practitioner of the He family. Whoever he takes orders from, my He family naturally takes orders from whomever."
He Zhaoxi didn't look at Zhang Yi, and continued.
Hearing this sentence, all the teachers who knew that He Shanjian died at the hands of Baili Suxue knew that He Zhaoxi, He Shanjian, and more places of practice of the He family had always been the ones in the palace. The perfect hostess person.
"Are you so willing to be used by others?" Zhang Yi still looked at He Zhaoxi incomprehensibly, and said in a trembling voice: "I always think that practitioners always have to follow their own emotions..."
"My uncle died because of this incident. The person who killed my uncle wanted to bet on Ding Ning's victory. I don't want Ding Ning to win. This is my most direct emotion now." He Zhaoxi directly interrupted Zhang Yi's words, Said.
The feeling of coolness once again oozes out in the hearts of many masters of practice.
He Zhaoxi's words made them think that letting the practitioner die, and letting the most suitable practitioner die, may be due to deliberate arrangements.
The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt standing on the mountain road couldn't help but feel sad again.
The horizontal and vertical Changling is like a chessboard.
People like him and He Zhaoxi can't escape the fate of chess pieces no matter what.
Zhang Yi felt more and more that what He Zhaoxi said was absurd, but he couldn't find anything to refute He Zhaoxi.
"I'll wait for you."
He Zhaoxi didn't say anything to him anymore, she turned her eyes away from the distant mountains, glanced at Ding Ning beside her, and started walking towards the open space ahead.
Everyone's eyes fell back on Ding Ning, and then many people took a breath. They saw that Ding Ning quietly closed his eyes, as if he was using this short rest time to practice meditation and replenish his true energy.
Lin Suixin didn't make a sound, just waited patiently.
The time for a cup of tea is very short, as precise as setting an hourglass, Ding Ning opened his tightly closed eyes when the time for a cup of tea ended.
Then he bowed to Lin Suixin, who was waiting patiently, and said: "Next, senior, please don't arrange any more competitions. I will challenge them one by one."
"What!"
When Duanmu Jingzong appeared, he was quickly defeated by Ding Ning, and then Ding Ning found He Zhaoxi, a dark chess that was the least like a dark chess, the teachers and selected students in the field were already in shock. They were a little numb, but when Ding Ning's words sounded, they were still instantly shocked, and they couldn't help but doubt their ears.
Gu Xichun and Ye Haoran's bodies trembled uncontrollably at the same time, and they couldn't help but look at each other.
When Ding Ning spoke to Lin Suixin, he didn't look at the two of them, but both of them knew that the ones Ding Ning said would be challenged one by one could only be the two of them.
Ye Haoran frowned deeply.
Gu Xichun couldn't help laughing.
He had a great smile and was genuine.
This is simply the funniest joke in the world.
Zhang Yi, Dugu Bai, Yi Xin and the others were also stunned.
They also finally understood the true meaning of Ding Ning's sentence that if you want to do it, do it thoroughly.
Ding Ning wanted to win the first place by directly defeating He Zhaoxi, Gu Xichun, Ye Haoran and others with his own strength!
"You already guessed that he was going to do this?"
Pan Ruoye listened to the exclamations around him, looked at Huang Zhenwei whose expression didn't change much, frowned slightly, and asked indifferently.
Huang Zhenwei smiled wryly, and said softly: "When he challenged Duanmu Jingzong directly, I had a premonition, but I didn't expect him to actually do so."
"If you can win the first place in this way and end the sword test directly, it will naturally be more hearty, and it will be the greatest glory that can be given to Baiyangdong and Xue Wangxu."
Pan Ruoye stopped looking at Huang Zhenwei, took a deep breath, and said to herself slowly: "He is really worthy of the last flower sword in his hand."
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"Only someone like him can turn this world-renowned sword meeting into a grievance between him and the palace in the end, and only he can do it so well." Dugu Bai came back to his senses, feeling and admiring Shaking his head, he said: "As long as he can beat He Zhaoxi, Gu Xichun and Ye Haoran in a row, and we give up the duel with him, he will naturally be the number one."
Yi Xin smiled bitterly, and said, "If he can do it, will you not abstain?"
Dugu Bai laughed: "He is enough to be my teacher. If he can win three people in a row, he will naturally be the number one in this Minshan Sword Festival. Do I still have the face to fight him?"
"It's four people winning in a row." Yi Xin said with emotion: "Duanmu Jingzong, He Zhaoxi, Gu Xichun, Ye Haoran...all the young talents in Changling, who can win consecutively against these four people?"
Zhang Yi opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.
Because even he thought it was impossible.
Even though he always thought that his "little brother" was an extraordinary person, Ding Ning was a body of flesh and blood after all, so he would get tired, bleed, and consume his essence.
"This is impossible!"
Finally, one of the selected students lost his mind and yelled amidst the strong shock.
"It's one thing to dare to do it, but it's another thing to be able to do it successfully."
At this moment, a mocking sound with a strong meaning of sarcasm resounded, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
It was Gu Xichun who spoke.
The redness around Gu Xichun's eyes was as strong as rouge, he looked mockingly at Ding Ning who had started to walk towards He Zhaoxi, and then said with a sneer: "Xie Changsheng said that every time I judge you, I will reverse it , but I just don't believe it. If the practitioners of the three realms can beat the practitioners of the four realms in a row, why do all the practice books in the world have such a clear division of realms?"
Most of the selected students in the field didn't like Gu Xichun, a student from Yingshan Sword Cave who inexplicably made rapid progress and appeared in the top three positions in the talent book, especially his feminine temperament, but at this moment his words shocked them all After realizing that Ding Ning is not a practitioner in the same realm as Gu Xichun and Ye Haoran.
Ding Ning has not yet reached the four realms.
If he wants to win, he must win continuously across borders.
This is absolutely impossible... This is something that has not been recorded in the classics and history books of the practice world.
But is there really no such record
Looking at the faces of Gu Xichun and these selected students, Jing Liuli's eyes were slightly shocked, but there was an obvious hint of ridicule.
She thought in her heart, it's not that there are no records like this, it's just that there is no such record in Changling, it's just that you are too young to have seen such a record.
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Ding Ning did not respond to Gu Xichun's words.
In his opinion, as that woman's secret game, He Zhaoxi is more dangerous than Gu Xichun.
It would be a waste of energy to even think of taunts when facing the opponent he had chosen and was destined to deal with.
A dark cloud floated in.
Covering the starry sky, the valley looks even darker.
The time is just right.
Ding Ning finally had some joy in his heart.
This is presumptuous.
In Changling for so long, it was the first time he had such pleasure and could be so presumptuous.
"bring it on."
He raised his head, looked at He Zhaoxi, who was much taller than him, then raised the Mohua Canjian, crossed it across his chest, and said.
He Zhaoxi also raised her head.
He heard the chirping of Xia Chan in the distance.
For him, this is his song.
Then he held the sword that Ding Ning had chosen for him, and drew out the sword without any hesitation.
In the dark night, a piercing cicada sounded.