The scorching sun is like fire, and tens of thousands of fires are sprinkled in the sky, scorching the land through the layers of maple forests.

Under the maple leaves with drooping heads, there were young men and girls sitting cross-legged, their bodies were full of aura, and there was a faint halo floating on their heads.

Most of the boys and girls at this age should be full of youthful atmosphere, such as thriving pines and cypresses, and women such as peonies. However, this group of people is indeed like a living dead, there is not much blood on their faces, and the expression between their eyebrows is like ice, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

To say that the people here are all like this, it is not entirety, above these dozens of men and women, among the layers of maple leaves, there is a teenager lying on a branch.

The young man's eyebrows are clear and beautiful, his skin is like beautiful porcelain, even if his eyes are closed at this time, he can see that he is a handsome person, but his bare head really can't enter the eyes of everyone, but fortunately, there is a snow-white little white dog lying on the young man's body, which is very good-looking.

This beautiful little white dog is naturally Xiaobai, and this young man is Ning Ran.

Ning Ran's body is also surrounded by aura, but the halo emitted is very faint, and this faint halo has seven colors, and it is extremely beautiful.

Three years, Ning Ran has been in the Seven Killings of the Secret Strategy for three years.

For three years, he took a nap on the maple tree every afternoon and practiced at the same time. The disciples of the shadow hall below also practice here every day, and Ning Ran, who has always liked quietness, will not be in the same place with everyone, there is really no way, in the entire shadow hall, it belongs to the peak of the aura here, look at the maple trees, they are all red all year round.

Fortunately, it is quiet here, and it did not disturb Ning Ran's good dreams, but today is different from the past, and a few troublemakers came to break this quiet.

"Which guy with a straw hat dares to bully my brother Zhang Shui. The sound was very loud, and it immediately alarmed the people sitting on the ground, and naturally woke up Ning Ran, who was sleeping soundly on the maple tree.

This person's name is Zhang Shui, and he is the eldest of the disciples of Heishui Hall, and everyone in the hall calls him Brother Shui.

"Let's see who bullied you. Zhang Shui said to a younger brother beside him.

This cowardly little brother quickly swept around everyone's faces, and whispered, "Brother Shui, I didn't find it." ”

At this moment, a rough and heroic voice came out: "Zhang Shui, the disciples of the Shadow Hall and the Black Water Hall have always come to the well water and do not interfere with the river water, you dare to come here to spread wild." The man who spoke was dark-looking, called Qiu Ming, and as he stood up, the people in the Shadow Hall gathered their spiritual power, retreated from the halo around them, and quickly stood up.

"Yo, it turned out to be Brother Qiu Ming. Zhang Shui's tone was obviously much softer, and it was no wonder that among the seven killing disciples of the entire secret strategy, there were only a handful of cultivators who had entered the Three Realms, and this Qiu Ming had a seat.

"What are you doing here?" Qiu Ming asked with an indifferent expression.

"There was a guy in a straw hat who bullied my brother. As he spoke, he didn't forget to point to the little brother beside him.

The man with the straw hat? Qiu Ming's head flashed, could it be him?

"It turned out to be him, a waste one, how could he bully your brother?" This is a woman dressed in red, who looks very bewitching and beautiful, named Feng Qingling.

Listening to Feng Qingling's crispy voice, Zhang Shui licked his mouth and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Qingling, who are you talking about?"

Zhang Shui called Feng Qingling his senior sister, not only because she was beautiful, but also because Feng Qingling's realm had also entered the Three Realms.

Feng Qingling sneered and said, "Seven kills and six cousins are different, I am your senior sister, the person you are looking for is there." As she spoke, she gently pointed to Ning Ran, who was resting with her eyes closed.

Zhang Shui looked up, and his light head was reflected in his small eyes, and he sneered: "Who should I be, it turned out to be a waste Ning Ran." ”

This person who bullied Zhang Shui's little brother with a straw hat is Ning Ran, two days ago, Ning Ran was on the way to deliver food to Leng Xueyin, it was raining heavily, and he was in a hurry, who expected to meet a kid who was passing by and wanted to fight alone, Ning Ran saw that this kid's cultivation was not very good, and he taught him a lesson, but people actually brought his brother to the door.

"Senior brother, be quiet, you must know that this guy is a disciple of the Venerable Lord, and it will be bad luck to provoke him. A male disciple of the Black Water Hall beside Zhang Shui said with a smile.

"But no, I also heard that this kid used to be the wooden sword master of the Great Xia Dynasty, and he was beaten many times in Yunxiang Tower. The other female disciple sneered.

These disciples are jealous and contemptuous in their hearts, you laugh at Ning Ran every word, in fact, what they said is not wrong, Ning Ran is Leng Xueyin's disciple, but Leng Xueyin has been in retreat for three years and has not taught him anything; Ning Ran is a wooden sword master, but since he was exposed in Yunxiang Building, everyone knows that he is a waste with a very low cultivation.

These words spread like the wind in Ning Ran's ears, and I saw that the seven-colored halo around him gradually dissipated, the eyes that had been slightly closed opened gently, and a pair of star-like eyes were reflected on his faint smiling face, it seemed that three years had made him mature a lot.

Ning Ran turned over and jumped, and as a few maple leaves drifted down, the person fell to the ground.

"This is Ning Ran, why is the cultivation so low?"

"Why did the lord choose him as an apprentice, I really don't understand?"

When many disciples in the Black Water Hall saw Ning Ran for the first time, they naturally raised a series of questions.

"Senior Sister Qingling, how can your Shadow Hall take in such a weak person?" Zhang Shui said with a smile.

Feng Qingling glanced at Ning Ran who was not far away, and sneered: "This can't be helped, who made him the apprentice of the Venerable Lord." ”

The Seven Killings of the Secret Strategy are divided into six halls, the Demon Hall, the Shadow Hall, the Dragon Hall, the Wei Hall, the Black Water Hall, and the White Mountain Hall. And Ning Ran doesn't belong to any of the halls, he is Leng Xueyin's only disciple, he can shuttle between the six halls at will, but he likes to stay in the Shadow Hall, maybe there are more female disciples in the Shadow Hall......

Zhang Shui took a few steps forward and shouted, "Ning Ran, you dare to bully our disciples who have just started in Heishui Hall, don't think that you are a disciple of the Venerable Lord, we don't dare to do anything to you?"

Ning Ran touched Xiaobai in his arms and smiled, "What do you want?"

As soon as he heard Ning Ran's words, Zhang Shui instantly sneered, and Qiu Ming on the side also looked at Ning Ran, he thought he could understand many people, but for Ning Ran, he really couldn't figure it out, he always had a humble face, I really don't know if he was angry or annoyed.

Even Feng Qingling, who had always been proud, looked at Ning Ran, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart, this kid was so cowardly three years ago, and now he is like this.

"How's it going? Beat up my brother, and I'll kill you at the seven-kill selection in a month's time. Zhang Shui laughed.

The selection of the seven killings is held once every five years, and that is the candidate talent is counted as the real killer of the seven killings, and only the most important thing is that only the selected disciples can get a better immortal method, and even a divine formula.

Hearing the words Seven Kills Selection, many disciples with low cultivation expressions gloomy, the five-year Seven Kills Selection, a person can only experience it once, because the failed people have no way to come from the new, and only death awaits them.

A few words suddenly made the atmosphere unprecedentedly tense, but at this moment, Ning Ran chuckled and said, "This is not good, I am Leng Xueyin's apprentice, and I may not necessarily participate in the Seven Killings selection." ”

Everyone was stunned, this kid dared to speak up the name of the lord?

Everyone was also jealous, this kid didn't have to participate in the Seven Killings selection?

Just when everyone was thinking about it, I saw a sneer on Ning Ran's soft face, as if it was an epiphany blooming in the dark night, just for a moment, it was so beautiful.

Then Ning Ran said lightly to Zhang Shui: "Actually, I want to say, you don't have to wait for the Seven Kills Selection, you can try it now." ”

Zhang Shui was completely stunned, and everyone in the Shadow Hall also came back to their senses, is this kid crazy, he is still the strength of the First Realm, and he actually wants to do it with Zhang Shui of the Three Realms and One Heavy Heaven?

"Just with your strength in the Six Heavens of the First Realm?" Zhang Shui pointed at Ning Ran and said with a smile.

Ning Ran shook his little bald head and said blankly: "You are wrong, it is a realm of seven heavens." ”

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