Yuan Qing looked at Li Shaobing, who was screaming, and a chill suddenly surged in his heart.

Cut off the pain nerve, but Laoshan's secret technique, according to the secret technique, once the pain nerve is cut off, it will never recover, and you will never feel pain for a lifetime!

But at this time, Li Shaobing obviously felt a huge pain, so he could show such a miserable image!

"Impossible...... Impossible!" Yuan Qingming couldn't help but whisper.

Why did he take in a child who was about to die? Why did he teach this child to cultivate? In order to make Li Shaobing a subordinate of Yuan Qingming, a man who didn't know the pain and only had a killing weapon in his heart!

But the weapon he trusted the most was now folded in Yan Ning's hand.

Yan Ning heard Yuan Qingming's voice, turned around slowly, and said coldly: "There are many impossibilities in this world, but in the matter of doctors, in Maoshan Wumen, there is no impossibility!"

Wow –

Yan Ning's words echoed throughout the training ground, and many Tang Sect disciples were shocked, it turned out that this young man was the legendary descendant of Maoshan Wumen—Yan Ning!

The scene of the bloody battle between Yan Ning and Li Shaobing left an indelible mark in the hearts of all onlookers: Li Shaobing is not afraid of pain, so he dares to work so hard, but every sword Yan Ning bears is real, how terrible his willpower should be!?

Jiang Yunhe looked at Yan Ning, almost so angry that he was about to crush the few teeth he had left, and secretly scolded Yuan Qingming in his heart.

In such a battle, Yuan Qingming not only did not get any benefits, but also lost the Golden Black Sword, and most importantly, he used Li Shaobing's fiasco in exchange for Yan Ning's prestige!

And the Gongliang line he leads is relatively weak!

"Old fool!" Jiang Yunhe flicked his sleeves, shook his head and left the training ground, and then it was time for Yan Ning to show off his martial arts, Jiang Yunhe didn't want to continue watching.

Li Shaobing's screams continued, Yan Ning really felt noisy when he heard it, so he knocked Li Shaobing unconscious with one punch, but even in a coma, Li Shaobing's body kept twitching, which showed how much pain he had endured at this time.

Yuan Qingming has a way to cut off Li Shaobing's pain nerves, and Yan Ning has a way to recover with a needle, so Li Shaobing doesn't know what the pain feels like for decades, and after Yan Ning's injection, the pain that is transmitted up and down his body into his brain has increased exponentially.

This is Yan Ning's punishment for Li Shaobing!

When everything was over, a trace of cold sweat flowed from Yan Ning's forehead, Li Shaobing was in pain, why shouldn't he?

"Senior Haoyue, isn't it time to announce the outcome of the duel?" Yan Ning asked in a low voice.

Zhuge Haoyue reacted from the shock at this time, and couldn't help but blame himself for his gaffe, he hurriedly cleared his throat and said loudly: "The result of the duel, Yan Ningsheng wins!"

When Yan Ning heard Zhuge Haoyue's words, he suddenly felt that his body was light, he couldn't hold it anymore, and fell to the ground, but he didn't scream like Li Shaobing, but his face was a little pale, and his breathing became heavy.

Zhuang Xiaoya and Mo Yuchen hurriedly ran to the ring and asked Yan Ning about the situation with concern, Yan Ning just said softly that it was not in the way, it was just all flesh wounds, and within two days, the demon blood would recover all these wounds.

It's just that you have to endure some pain, Yan Ning said to himself in his heart.

Zhuang Xiaoya somewhat blamed Yan Ning for working so hard, but since the victory and defeat had been decided, all she needed to do was take good care of Yan Ning.

"Hmph, Yan Ning, count you kid lucky, but don't be happy too early, our affairs will be settled sooner or later!"

Yuan Qingming said, called two Laoshan disciples, and carried away Li Shaobing, who had passed out, while Yuan Yong, a small Taoist boy, picked up the Golden Black Sword and followed behind Yuan Qingming, preparing to leave.

"Wait!"

Yan Ning, who was lying on the ground, turned his head sideways and looked at Yuan Qingming with a smile: "Elder Qingming won't want to play tricks, right?"

"What do you mean?!" Yuan Qingming turned around angrily.

"Leave the Golden Black Sword behind!" Yan Ning's voice was three points higher than Yuan Qingming's, and Yuan Qingming was immediately suppressed.

Yuan Qingming's face turned the color of pig liver because of anger, and finally glared at Yan Ning fiercely, snatched the golden black sword in Yuan Yong's hand, and threw it towards Yan Ning.

Zhuang Xiaoya made a timely move and took the Golden Crow Sword, Yan Ning didn't even look at it, and said, "Thank you Elder Qingming for the great gift, Xiaoya, you can help me ask Uncle Tang how much this Golden Crow Sword is worth." ”

Zhuang Xiaoya nodded obediently and looked at Tang Yunyin.

Tang Yunyin was still in shock, and when he saw Zhuang Xiaoya looking at him, he reacted, and hurriedly said, "Golden Crow Sword...... At the market price, I will pay 30 million to buy. ”

"Deal, Uncle Tang, congratulations to you Tang Sect for obtaining the treasure of Laoshan Mountain!" Yan Ning didn't think about it, and directly asked Zhuang Xiaoya to sell the Golden Black Sword to Tang Yunyin in front of Yuan Qingming.

Yuan Qingming looked at all this angrily, and suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and he was so angry that Yan Ning vomited blood.

"Master, are you alright?" The little Taoist boy Yuan Yong hurriedly stepped forward to support Yuan Qingming.

"I'm fine!" Yuan Qingming was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched, but he still turned around and left: "Yan Ning, don't be too happy!"

Yan Ning was not only not afraid, but also joked: "You have to be happy early! Life is short, be happy in time, from the perspective of my Wumen ghost doctor, Elder Qingming should have some kidney deficiency, if your kung fu is not good, remember to come to me! I have medicine for kidney deficiency here, I will definitely give you a ninety-nine discount!"

"Poof......

Yuan Qingming, who hadn't taken a few steps, spit out a mouthful of old blood again, and finally left the training ground with a gloomy face under Yuan Yong's support.

After Yuan Qingming left, the entire training ground was silent, and everyone couldn't recover from what had just happened.

What just happened?

A newcomer who has only been cultivating for two years defeated Li Shaobing, the right-hand man of the Great Elder of Laoshan with overwhelming strength, and then sold his sword in front of Yuan Qingming, and finally even made Yuan Qingming so angry that he vomited blood!

Or twice!

Not to mention the girls present, even the boys with undetermined personalities began to admire Yan Ning, such a king and a bully really existed in this world!

If it weren't for the rules of the Tang Sect, I'm afraid that many people would have wanted to run to the ring to find Yan Ning to sign autographs and learn from a teacher!

Feeling the blazing gaze from the crowd around him, Yan Ning felt uncomfortable, and said guiltily to Zhuang Xiaoya and Mo Yuchen: "Look at me like this, I shouldn't be able to go shopping with you today, the golden black sword is sold for 30 million, go back and ask Uncle Tang to get it, and buy all the clothes for you." ”

Zhuang Xiaoya and Mo Yuchen sneered, both coquettishly scolded Yan Ning for being improper, and at this time they were still thinking about shopping for clothes.

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