No one knows why.

Obviously, Ding Ling is just an "ordinary person", why can he defeat the enemy everywhere, and the left division guard who is several times stronger than him in terms of speed and strength. Even, even Lin Mengyuan raised her eyebrows and looked pensive.

But Ding Zero knew.

In this illusion, he just disappeared in the realm, and his spiritual power disappeared. But it doesn't mean ...... His other abilities are gone.

Other abilities, including his fighting instincts.

As Bai Susui's proudest "apprentice", Ding Ling comprehended the same fighting instinct as his master early. This instinct is akin to a talent that, once comprehended, is indelible.

In short, Ding Ling is in melee combat, he has a terrifying physical instinct, as long as he enters the combat state, then his body will naturally feel the danger, and then choose to avoid or attack the enemy's weakness.

This instinct doesn't need to be thought about, so although Wen Dao's upper-level Zuo Shiwei is fast, he is not as fast as Ding Ling's fighting instinct.

When he saw that Zuo Shiwei summoned the spirit sword, Ding Ling knew that it seemed that he would not be able to "show his hand" today.

Although he has a fighting instinct, he has no chance of winning in the face of the spirit sword. After all, people are cultivators who have heard the Tao at the upper level, and once the sword art comes, and then there is a spiritual decision, they can't hide from it no matter what.

However, he still didn't pull out the spirit sword, but quietly held the sword, waiting for Zuo Shiwei to come.

"Kill yourself!" After Zuo Shiwei slowly said these four words, he let out a low whistle again, so everyone saw that the spirit sword in his hand suddenly emitted a burst of faint green light, and after a pause in the air, it quickly swept towards Ding Ling.

At the same time, with a wave of his right hand, an extremely hot light instantly flew towards Ding Ling at a faster speed.

Among the onlookers, Mu Liangshan's pupils shrank, and he knew that this was Zuo Shiwei performing the "Immortal Technique" and the method of the Imperial Sword, which was ...... Will he be able to dodge?

Also in the same mood as Mu Liangshan were Qin Yuanshan and General Jia, only a smile appeared on the corner of Sima Wentian's mouth. Moreover, when everyone else was looking at Ding Ling and Zuo Shiwei, his gaze kept inadvertently sweeping over Lin Mengyuan.

Such a beautiful chick, it's a pity that she will soon have no husband. So should I be compassionate and take care of Ding Ling?

Just when Sima Wentian was dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Festival in his heart, when the flying sword and the flame were about to burn Ding Ling's clothes, everyone saw it......

Ding Ling suddenly disappeared.

Yes, gone!

General Jia was stunned suddenly, and he stood up instantly!

What kind of magic is this? No! Hex: No...... It's not a demon! Because this young man is not a demon! Not only is he not a demon, but he also exudes an extremely strong aura of justice! How can this kind of person be a monster?

So, is he using stealth tricks?

No! This young man clearly has no realm! That is to say, he is completely a mortal! How can he use the trick of stealth?

In the field, Zuo Shiwei also lost his mind at this moment. His eyes stared blankly at the empty front, and ten thousand question marks rose in his heart.

What about people?

"Here's it!"

Ding Ling's voice floated behind him, and then Zuo Shiwei felt a pain in his right waist, he screamed strangely, and slammed forward a few meters.

He clutched his right waist tightly and shouted in horror, "Get the medicine!"

However, when he finished shouting, he found that Ding Ling was standing where he was standing just now, the corners of his mouth were full of disdain, and the spirit sword in his hand was no longer even out of its sheath!

Ding Ling held the hilt of the sword, tapped the scabbard between the palms of his left hand, and said with a faint smile: "The sheath is not even out, what medicine do you want?"

Zuo Shiwei withdrew his right hand, and he found that there was no blood.

He was extremely angry and pointed at Ding Ling angrily, and when he was about to say Ding Ling, General Jia slapped the table heavily.

"Enough. ”

Zuo Shiwei snorted unwillingly.

"Ding Ling, right? With your bravery, I think it's appropriate to be a school captain. General Jia beckoned to Ding Ling, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

General Ding Ling didn't even return the spirit sword to Mu Liangshan without sheathing, and he also smiled and said: "General, because I brought my family, I ...... it."

General Jia raised his eyebrows, and he immediately understood that Lin Mengyuan was the family member Ding Ling said. So he smiled and said: "Yes, bring your family to join the army, you are still the first." Do you think you can be a lieutenant?"

Ding Ling shrugged: "General, what will Zhonglang ask for?"

"Do you know the art of war?"

Ding Ling said modestly: "The art of war of the second grandson, Liutao knows a little. ”

"Oh?!" General Jia immediately became interested when he heard this, he stood up, grabbed Ding Ling's arm and said loudly: "Let's go, I want to see what you know about the art of war!"

An hour later, Ding Ling and General Jia came out of the tent, and he was immediately announced as Zhonglang General. And looking at General Jia's unfinished appearance, it was obvious that he had great appreciation for Ding Ling.

In these years, there are a lot of reckless men, but there are very few good generals who are proficient in the art of war! Now that he has such a young genius under his command, how can this not make General Jia's heart flutter At least, he has the capital to brag to others after he goes back!

The next qiē became logical.

Because of General Jia's love, Ding Ling made an exception and received two sets of women's clothing, and he himself received armor and a separate camp tent.

The tent was a little small, and there was no place to stay except for a bunk. But in this kind of marching fantasy, for Ding Ling, it is undoubtedly a villa-level enjoyment.

That night, Mu Liangshan and several villagers in that village who joined the army together invited Ding Ling to the tavern for a meal and drink, and during this time, they met many friends of Mu Liangshan's captain.

When Ding Ling returned to the barracks drunk like a business manager, Lin Mengyuan, who had been supporting him, finally couldn't help complaining.

"It's good for you to have a cold, can't you drink less?"

"Who knew that this wine tasted like cold water, but it had so much stamina. Ding Ling was lying in the tent, and he didn't tell nonsense. The wine of this Wuxian country, or the wine of ancient times, is not high, and it belongs to the kind of low-alcohol rice wine. But even if it's not high, when you drink cold water like him, there will always be a time when you want to get drunk.

Lin Mengyuan sighed helplessly. She picked up a wooden basin and fetched a basin of water, then washed Ding Ling's face, and prepared to take off his shoes and socks and wash his feet.

Ding Zeroi grabbed her hand.

Lin Mengyuan was stunned, she lowered her head and bit her lip and said, "Don't make trouble." ”

"No trouble...... Ding Ling sat up, looking at Lin Mengyuan's delicate blushing face, he smiled lightly, and touched her cheek lightly with the intention of wine.

"Thank you, Mengyuan. ”

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