After stepping on the Seven Palaces Bagua, the fifteen sword qi instantly merged into one.

A blood-colored sword qi soared into the sky.

Faced with Lao Mo's back-to-back ape knife.

A green knife that covers half the sky.

The red sword, which also covered half of the sky.

It's just that with Ning Fan's "imprisonment", the strange supernatural powers of the fifteenth kendo were completely stimulated.

Lao Mo in the sky felt his body suffocate suddenly.

It's like you're bound by something.

Then, suddenly, the sword qi stabbed his green sword.

Because he couldn't move for a short period of time, as soon as the sword qi arrived, the sword intent and sword qi were directly broken by two-thirds of the way.

The remaining seven or eight tenths were no longer able to resist the attack of sword qi.

Lao Mo fell to the ground in embarrassment, and his legs rubbed backwards, until he fell backwards to a ginkgo tree.

His legs stomped on the ground and kicked the ginkgo tree, and his figure fell to the ground like a fox rabbit.

Lao Mo's hands were trembling slightly, and his Pu Dao was also trembling.

"Boy, you hide your cultivation. Lao Mo squinted at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan smiled bitterly, "What kind of cultivation I have, seniors can see for themselves." ”

Ning Fanwu released the sword qi on his body to cultivate.

Nine layers of sword yuan.

It's really weird.

"Impossible, how could the Sword Yuan Ninth Layer launch such a strong attack?"

"I don't know. Ning Fan pretended not to know.

His exercises, concealment and cultivation ability, are extremely powerful.

Even if it is Qin Yuanfeng's strength, it may not be seen.

So Yi Ning Fan is pretending to be like this, and this old Mo can't help it.

Qin Ming, who was watching the battle on the side, was no less shocked than Lao Mo.

When he fought against Lao Mo, he had to establish a twelve-point concentration in order to be able to reach a draw, but Ning Fan looked a little easy and simple.

Is it really the ninth layer of the Sword Yuan?

He was a little unconvinced.

But the truth seems to be so.

Because the sword qi emanating from Ning Fan's body was the ninth layer of the Sword Yuan.

Seeing Ning Fan's innocent appearance, Qin Ming sighed, "Maybe what he said is true." ”

After Lao Mo glanced Ning Fan up and down, he suddenly sighed, his expression a little decadent.

He was a little overwhelmed and frustrated.

He couldn't even beat a Sword Yuan ninth-layer cultivator.

"Boy, are you a disciple of that sect?" Lao Mo suddenly asked.

"The junior is a disciple of the inner sect of the Sword Sect. Ning Fan bowed his hand respectfully and said seriously.

"Sword Sect disciple?"

"No wonder you are so demonic, people say that disciples of the Sword Sect can fight beyond the level, is there such a demonic genius appearing, since you are a disciple of the Sword Sect, it is easy to understand, I am not your opponent. ”

Lao Mo snorted lightly, and two white gases came out.

"The juniors are just a fluke, a fluke. Ning Fan said modestly.

"Don't be modest, I'm convinced, if you have anything in the future, even if you ask, if you don't understand, just ask, my old Mo will definitely respond to you seriously. Lao Mo clenched his fists and threw Ning Fan a wine bag.

At the same time, Qin Ming and Ge Changqing both had wine bags.

"Being able to drink a pot of wine from him can be regarded as becoming his friend, Ning Fan, congratulations. ”

Qin Ming patted Ning Fan's shoulder slightly and smiled.

"Okay, since you've dealt with the matter here, I'll go back first, and as for the twenty recruits, I think you should be able to deter them. ”

"This is certain, with his cultivation, how can those recruits be opponents?" Lao Mo muttered on the side.

"Okay, then I'll go. ”

Qin Ming turned around and left.

"Seniors. Ning Fan turned to look at Lao Mo.

Lao Mo shook his hand and smiled bitterly.

"You don't need to call me that, just call me Lao Mo, practice the world, and respect your strength. "Old Mo Dao.

"Okay, Lao Mo, can you answer my question just now?" Ning Fan said.

"You mean my knife?" said Old Mo smiled.

"My sword technique was obtained from a secret book, called "Tongbei Ape Knife", and it is estimated that it was left by the people in the Northern Demon Sect.

However, this cheat book, cultivation will not produce black demonic energy, so I can use it, it's just that, over the years, it is inevitable that some people will be mistaken for a demon race, and there have been a lot of disputes. ”

"In fact, the so-called sword cultivation and sword cultivation have the same end, all of them want to ask for the Great Dao, fly into immortals, and seek the most holy way. ”

"Especially in our territory, it is not uncommon to meet decent disciples who practice swordsmanship, you will see more in the future, you will understand, there are many fish and dragons here, and it is the ability to survive. ”

Old Mo smiled, revealing his yellowed teeth.

"You are strong, but this kid is not satisfactory, hey, boy, the old man advises you to say a word, where did you come from, where do you go back, your second-layer strength of sword intent, is it enough to see here? Go out to fight, it is estimated that you will become cannon fodder." Lao Mo looked at Ge Changqing angrily.

Although his words are not good, his heart is good.

Ge Changqing smiled bitterly, "The seniors have understood, but I am with my eldest brother, and my eldest brother said that he can keep me safe." ”

Since Ge Changqing recognized Ning Fan as his eldest brother, he naturally called him the eldest brother.

And it's very easy to call.

Lao Mo glanced at Ning Fan strangely, "You guys are really strange." ”

"However, the top priority now is to quickly subdue those twenty recruits, I think that if the cultivation is not as high as yours, it is estimated that there is no problem for you to be a personal soldier.

But if there is someone who is equivalent to your cultivation, he will definitely not be convinced. Lao Mo said insightfully.

"That's fine, just let my eldest brother guide them one by one. Ge Changqing smiled.

"You guy. Ning Fan laughed and scolded.

"He's right, if you're not satisfied, you can repair them one by one, and it's not bad to get there, so that they can remember it for a long time. Old Mo Le said.

Lao Mo was not wrong, when Ning Fan went to several other places in Tianji Pavilion and called everyone to the bluestone slab flat in the center of Tianji Pavilion, he told him about being a pro-soldier in front of the big guys.

Immediately caused some dissatisfaction.

"Why are you in charge of us, just because you are a disciple of the Sword Sect?"

"We don't accept it, the disciples of the Sword Sect are nothing great, you are the ninth layer of the Sword Yuan, and I am also the ninth layer of the Sword Yuan, you have to manage us, anyway, I will not obey your orders." ”

"That is, we sword cultivators pay attention to strength, not by the sect, but by the background. ”

The shouting were two Sword Yuan ninth-level cultivators.

Looking at the appearance of the sword clothes on their bodies, they are all loose cultivation.

Loose practice is generally free and unruly.

Nature is wild.

As for the other monks, their cultivation is not the ninth layer of the Sword Yuan, and it is lower than the ninth layer of the Sword Yuan, so there is no place for them to speak here.

Ning Fan knew that as long as these two early birds were subdued, then these twenty recruits would all obey his control.

"Since the two of you are not convinced, in this way, let's go together, I will clean you up together, and it will save you some time, and we will have dinner later." ”

Ning Fan said, stretched out his hand lightly, and made a gesture of please.

The two black-clothed sword cultivators looked at each other with a sudden chill.

"Hmph, look down on us, right? Okay, in that case, the two of us will defeat you first, and then fight in a duel for the position of this pro-soldier. ”

The two black-clothed sword cultivators had already come out and killed Ning Fan.

(End of chapter)