"It's hard for things to go smoothly, and in addition to the rules, there are often rules. ”

Ning Yi said: "The momentum of smashing the sword is to break everything. ”

He didn't know what the Great Sage wanted to smash with the "smashing sword".

But he knew that there was no end to the long road of cultivation, even if he reached the top of immortality like the Great Sage, he would be immortal......

There are also cages that can trap monkeys.

"Ye Hongfu, teach the art of killing...... There is no remuneration. Ning Yi looked at the woman in red and said with a smile: "I can't get any reward that can make you tempted." It's just that it's an interesting thing because I teach the other person swordsmanship myself. ”

The woman in red narrowed her eyes.

She and Ning Yi have not fought directly.

Ye Hongfu is as belligerent as Cao Ran, but her mind is much more delicate than Cao Ran, Ning Yi is full of great opportunities for great creation, for her, if it is not a battle of life and death, it will not improve her own cultivation realm much.

And the reason for knowing each other for many years has led to the inability of her and Ning Yi to "fight to the death".

But if on the bronze platform ten days later, the "disciple" who taught swordsmanship by himself stood with the "disciple" taught by Ning Yi...... So which is stronger and which is weak, which is higher and which is lower, naturally the winner is also divided.

"Interesting...... Ye Hongfu smiled in a low voice and said, "I promise you." ”

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......

Xia Qi never imagined that the most important turning point in his fate would happen today.

Ning Ye and the others left with their swords in less than half an hour.

The daily knife training is just over halfway through.

Two sword lights swept from the sky again and fell steadily, and the black-robed Ning Yi and the red-robed Ye Hongfu seemed to have reached some kind of agreement.

Ning Yi smiled and came to the front of the cavalry troupe's martial arts performance, and said, "Ten days later, the cavalry group will participate in the martial arts competition on the bronze platform, everyone knows about this matter, right?"

The knife drill was interrupted.

One hundred and twelve sharp eyes turned on Ning Yi.

Not bad...... There is a murderous aura.

Ning Yi said: "On the bronze platform, there will be two people to fight. ...... who can play Naturally, they are the two strongest men in the cavalry. Ye Hongfu and I will personally teach them swordsmanship and swordsmanship. ”

As soon as these words came out, the Eighth Cavalry Regiment was still silent, and no one was gossiping, but the steel knife in his hand burst out with a burst of sound cracking the sky.

"I'm sorry...... There is no time for jousting selections. Ning Yi stretched out his finger, lightly tapped at the crowd, and said, "You, and you." ”

Xia Qi, who was standing with a knife in his hand, silently stared at the finger that pointed at him, and then heard his name in Ning Yi's mouth.

There is another person's name.

"Xia Qi. ”

"Huang Shu. ”

Ning Yi said: "I chose two people, I think they are the strongest in this riding group...... If you don't agree, then defeat them before sunset and prove it to me. There are only two places, and whoever wins will get the opportunity to teach the arts. ”

Every cultivator who came to the Great Wall General's Mansion in the Northern Realm.

There is a desire to become stronger in their hearts...... Anyone who has experienced a war or a life-and-death parting will realize the insignificance of personal power and the importance of having power.

It is not possible to worship the sacred mountain for practice.

The only resource he has is that Shen Yuanjun has written a compendium of sword techniques that has been circulated throughout the northern realm.

The only way to make yourself stronger is to practice the knife day after day.

When such an opportunity is in front of you...... No one is unimpressed.

Ning Yi looked meaningfully at the two people he pointed out, this was the result of Yun Xun's investigation of the Eighth Cavalry Regiment and sorting out the file...... Yun Dasi looked at people very accurately, and specially pointed out the two "malleable talents", Xia Qi and Huang Shu, one of these two swordsmanship is fast and accurate, but he is from a casual cultivation background and has not experienced orthodox swordsmanship teaching, and the other is tactically cunning, offensive and defensive freely, and there must be a type of quick wit in every duel.

"Three hours to go. ”

"You can start to challenge...... Ning Yi looked at the Eighth Cavalry Regiment and said, "After sunset, the two victorious people will come to my camp." ”

The Eighth Cavalry Regiment, which was in an orderly array, had a clear "division of camps" at this moment.

Beside the two young men, their comrades slowly moved away.

These two people became "lone wolves".

And the next three hours...... What they had to face was the challenge of all the masters of the cavalry.

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......

"Great Khan, did you promise the bronze platform competition?"

The White Wolf King, the Prairie King, reconvened a meeting.

This time, the Golden Deer King was also present, but his aura was incompatible with several others, sitting at the second place at the long table, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

"Urle's proposal, I think it is necessary to take it into account. The Green Python King said in a deep voice: "If you are backward, you will be beaten, and if you are insufficient, you must admit it, if you can accept the advanced training methods of the Great Sui, it is not a bad thing for us." ”

"Urle is a foreigner. The Black Lion King frowned and said, "The mother river is vast, rich and prosperous, why is it necessary to bow to the Great Sui and flatter it......? Over the years, the grassland has resisted the demon clan alone, and now the border front is still well guarded?"

This time the King Banner meeting, the Vulture King Banner was not absent...... Because Urle had given his power to Tian Yu, he was to attend in place of the vulture leader.

After the voice of the Black Lion King landed, there was silence in the king's tent for a moment.

A young voice rang out.

"I'm against it. ”

The Black Lion King frowned, staring at the source of the voice—

Tian Yu stood up and said, "Two thousand years ago, in the grassland where Urle led the victory over the Eastern Emperor Demon Army, he may have the qualifications to look down on the world...... But these days, we are nothing. ”

"What are you talking about?!"

The Black Lion King held the case with both hands, stood up suddenly, and his tall figure towered into the mountain, giving people a great sense of oppression.

Words...... Only this sentence cannot be said.

But Tian Yu said it.

He calmly looked at the "angry" Black Lion King and said, "The border can be defended, and it has nothing to do with the Black Lion Leader. ”

"With me the Vulture Collar...... It doesn't matter either. ”

"It has nothing to do with everybody there, everybody from Mother River. ”

Tian Yu looked around and said, "Whether it's the Dragon Emperor Hall or the Mustard Seed Mountain, just dispatching a demon saint is enough to crush the entire grassland...... Everyone should know that the grassland has survived until now because of the 'Yuan' lord, and the border front can be held because of the brothers in the territory. The bones are like mountains, and a new Great Wall has long been buried outside the territory, and people are dying every day...... The Mother River is thousands of miles away, so we can't see these sacrifices? Compared to the Great Sui and the Demon Domain, we are just a land of projectiles, so what qualifications do we have to be proud of?"

A rebuke that hits the heart.

Tian Yu stared at the Black Lion King and said, "Let you leave the grassland and go to the Great Sui or the Demon Domain alone, do you dare?"

The Black Lion King was speechless.

"We can't go out because we go out...... will die. ”

"Wolves are waiting outside, and they don't go out...... Never know, how far we are from each other. Tian Yu said word by word: "The meaning of these three words of Urle is 'stranger', and we need a 'stranger' to wake ourselves up." The steppes are really backward. ”

After saying this, Tian Yu slowly sat down.

In the tent, there was a dead silence.

These words poured down like cold water.

But in the dead silence, there was a man who applauded—

"Smack. ”

"Smack. ”

"Smack. ”

The cold applause sounded like a mockery, more like a slap in the face of the Prairie King.

It was the Golden Deer King who was applauding.

He ignored the Black Lion King's face flushed with anger, and he also ignored everyone in the entire king's tent, and there was only the arrogant Tian Yu in his eyes.

These words can make him sure that Tian Yu is the same kind of person as himself.

At least...... In the past 30 years, he has never been immersed in the aura of the "mother river".

"I agree with Tian Yu's point of view, and I also agree with Ulle's proposal. Fu Li, the king of the Golden Deer, simply expressed his opinion, "In the bronze platform competition, I hope that Muhe will win the Great Sui Iron Cavalry...... But win or lose, we need to re-talk with Urle. ”

He stood up and said indifferently: "Everyone, recognize your insignificance, there is nothing to be ashamed of." If you think about Urle's words, if there is a war between the two worlds, and Yuan no longer protects the grassland...... And what are we?"

Fu Li left the king's tent.

Everyone's face was heavy.

The last sentence that the Golden Deer King said was too sober and too true.

The desolate man always claims to be the master of the grassland...... In fact, in the vast history of tens of thousands of years, the years that the wasteland has gone through are just a short page.

Under the long river of time, all living beings are small.

If the two worlds go to war...... The steppe is nothing more than a victim.

At that time...... The richness of the mother river and the pride of the Eight Kings Banner will be crushed into ashes.

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Sunset.

Ning Yi sat in the tent and carefully flipped through the information submitted by the Eagle Regiment.

The hour had passed, and the tent was stirred.

Ning Yi didn't look up.

Two tired young men stood quietly in the tent for three hours of duel...... Their spirits were already tense to the extreme, and they only had their last breath left to support their standing.

The two figures stood straight.

Even the sound of breathing is extremely low.

The only sound of slow rolling could be heard in the tent.

The Eagle Regiment provided Ning Yi with a detailed dossier record of the Mother River Snowvulture Collar, and in the past twenty years, there have been a total of 132 large and small battles in the western and northern frontiers.

When Ning Yi spoke, he still didn't look up, but two fingers gently wiped over the wick of the withered lamp, and a ray of fire illuminated the tent.

It also illuminated the blood-stained cheeks of the two men not far away.

"Change your clothes and wash well. Half an hour later, we will meet here. ”

The two people who finally heard the instructions looked dazed and hurriedly puffed up their chests...... They were still the same as when they went out to practice in the early morning, naked, but the robes tied around their waists had been scraped and shredded by the air in the afternoon duel, and only strips of rags remained.

"And ......"

The two young men who were about to leave the camp were stunned when they lifted the curtain and left.

"Xia Qi, Huang Shu, played well. ”

Ning Yi raised his head and smiled with satisfaction at the two he had selected.