The blue-shirted youth who stopped the carriage driven by Jing Liuli with a sword of dust, his name is also very interesting, Chen Fuchen.
Looking at Jing Liuli who stopped the carriage, the blue-shirted boy bowed slightly to the carriage behind Jing Liuli, and said, "Chen Fuchen, I want to challenge Ding Ning."
Pedestrians on both sides of the road felt the extraordinaryness of this blue-shirted boy when Chen Fuchen slowly released a faint sword intent and brushed up the dust in the dao. , a sound of exclamation sounded.
Although the Minshan Sword Club had ended for quite some time, the name Ding Ning was too resounding, and it stirred up everyone's emotions in an instant.
"The boy in the carriage is the wine shop boy who fell from Wutongluo?"
"This is Ding Ning, the number one member of the Minshan Sword Club?"
When many people made a sound in shock and were unconsciously attracted by the seemingly ordinary carriage, the curtains of the carriage parted.
Ding Ning walked out of it.
Everyone around saw this young man with a quiet face, and saw the broken sword hanging on his waist. Suddenly, countless shouts of surprise sounded, and they swept towards the surrounding streets like a wave.
Ding Ning won the first place in the Minshan Sword Club. This is only a legend to the people in the streets of Changling. No matter how amazing the method is, they cannot see it with their own eyes. But he got a chance to see Ding Ning's sword with his own eyes.
This is the grand event in the real market.
Ding Ning calmly stared at the blue-shirted boy with a fighting look, and did not respond for a while.
Jing Liuli frowned slightly, and said in a voice that only she and Ding Ning could hear: "Whether to fight or not to fight, you have to make up your mind early, otherwise the shops here will probably collapse."
"It's not a question of whether to fight or not, it's a question of how to deal with him." Ding Ning's eyes still stayed on the blue-shirted boy, and he said slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The same thing happened. Sword, there are many choices, whether to kill the opponent directly, or severely wound the opponent, or just force the opponent to give up the sword and admit defeat. This is a question that you must consider after you become the suzerain of the Minshan Sword Sect in the future. Since you regard me as Master, learn from me, and this, in my opinion, is one of the most important things you have to learn."
Jing Liuli was a little annoyed, thinking that it was just a sword fight, how could it be so troublesome, but she felt that Ding Ning's words were very reasonable, so she controlled her emotions and said softly: "Then what should I do?"
"The things in the teahouse he walked out of were very expensive, and ordinary people couldn't afford them. Although he walked out of that teahouse, the clothes he was wearing were luxurious, but his expression and demeanor were a bit reserved, and he seemed relaxed when he walked out. This shows that he was not from a wealthy family. You can see that his face, hands and feet are slightly rough, unlike the noble children who usually have all kinds of nourishing and maintenance. When he called himself Chen Fuchen, his tone was very natural and smooth, which shows that he is His real name, his cultivation base is very high, but his real name is not well-known in Changling, which shows that he came from another county. Looking at his eyes are extremely eager, even his face is full of eagerness to become famous... Looking at so many, it can be generally judged that he should be a young man of ordinary background who has been cultivating in other counties for a long time and longs to come to Changling to become famous, and he should be used by others just because he doesn't know how powerful Changling is." Having said this, he continued to Jing Liuli: "Understood this, how you use your sword against him is entirely up to you. You have to understand that when you move your sword in Changling, you must not only consider the two swords in front of you. It's a question of who is stronger."
The more Jing Liuli listened, the more dignified her face became. She felt that she seemed to have overlooked too many things before, or that her status as the next suzerain of the Minshan Sword Sect had naturally made her ignore too many things.
Because some things don't seem to require her to judge by herself, there will naturally be results of judgment instilled in her by Tantai Guanjian and others.
"Whether I need to judge by myself or not, I always need to have my own judgment on some things." She took a deep breath, nodded, and said.
Ding Ning smiled and said nothing more.
When Ding Ning smiled, Chen Fuchen's brows suddenly raised.
His sword intent had long been anxious and restless, and the reason why he was able to wait patiently for a short period of time was only because Ding Ning's calm eyes had an unspeakable deterrent effect on him.
In his opinion, Ding Ning has already become famous in the Minshan Sword Society, and he is unknown. He needs to rely on Ding Ning's fame to become famous. At this time, he naturally belongs to the younger generation, and it is normal to wait.
And the other most important reason is that there are not enough people in the surrounding streets and alleys who come to watch the battle after hearing the news... For him, the more people come to watch the battle, the more people who will spread his reputation next. There will be more.
At this time, the surrounding streets and alleys are already crowded with people, and if they wait for a while, they may be so crowded that there is no room for them to do anything.
He raised his eyebrows, parted his lips slightly, and raised the sword in his hand slightly, and he was about to make a sound.
However, at this moment, Ding Ning looked at him and said, "What qualifications do you have to challenge me?"
Once a word is spoken, everything is quiet.
There was not even a sound in the chaotic streets and alleys around.
In the sultry weather, these people who came to watch the battle crowded together, but they didn't feel any boredom, they just subconsciously felt that what Ding Ning said was right.
Chen Fuchen was slightly stunned.
He used to think that the practitioners of Changling were arrogant, and in all the rumors, the practitioners of Changling were famous for their bravery and never feared any challenge. Avoiding challenges would be regarded as cowardly and despised by others, so he never Considered this question.
"My cultivation base has reached the fifth realm."
After being stunned for a moment, he took a deep breath and watched Ding Ning give a reason that he thought was the most convincing.
There was a sound of exclamation.
There were many practitioners in the field, and they naturally knew what it meant for this blue-shirted boy to reach the fifth realm at his age.
However, Ding Ning's face was still calm. He glanced at Chen Fuchen and said clearly: "So what? Some of my opponents in the Minshan Sword Club have already passed the fifth stage."
Chen Fuchen froze.
Many practitioners who felt that this blue-shirted boy was indeed qualified to challenge Ding Ning were also stunned.
"If you want to challenge me, you must at least have some reputation in Changling. You are too hasty." But Ding Ning didn't give them much time to think, he had already looked at Chen Fuchen and continued, "If you Even the maids can't beat me, so what qualifications do you have to challenge me?"
"What?"
Hearing Ding Ning's words, there was an exclamation, Chen Fuchen and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Jing Liuli.
Chen Fuchen's body trembled slightly.
He felt scorned, and he couldn't help becoming angry.
"What if I beat your maid?"
He took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and said directly: "Will I fight with you next?"
"If you can defeat her, I will accept your challenge."
Ding Ning smiled slightly and sat in the carriage.
His faint smile made Chen Fuchen even more angry, and the flames of anger in his eyes seemed to be burning.
"Then I will challenge you first."
He took a deep breath, looked at Jing Liuli, and said every word, while slowly raising the sword he had been holding tightly.
His sword is hidden in a wooden sheath.
The wooden sheath is iron gray, with a very unique texture, like layers of overlapping feathers.
His sword hilt was made of some kind of jade, and with the surge of breath on his body at this moment, it seemed that white clouds were about to float out of the light gray hilt.
Listening to his angry and chilling words, Jing Liuli didn't even move her eyebrows.
She just looked at the dust sword on the ground in front of him seriously and calmly, as if she wanted to see a flower from the thin dust, and at the same time she said in a very flat tone: "I agree to your challenge."