Not only Zhang Shui, Qiu Ming and the others in the theater looked at Ning Ran, who was full of confidence in front of them, they didn't understand how much difference there could be between the realm of the First Realm Sixth Heaven and the realm of the First Realm Seventh Heaven in the face of Zhang Shui's strength of the Three Realms and One Heavy Heaven, was it still worth correcting and boasting about by this kid?

Immediately, they sneered in their hearts, thinking that Ning Ran was pretending, and dared to openly challenge Zhang Shui for the sake of face, although this Zhang Shui was inconspicuous among the top disciples of the Six Halls, but after all, it was also among the three realms, but it was not Ning Ran, a waste of one realm that could be compared.

Feng Qingling glanced at Ning Ran more, and remembered that Ning Ran came to the first day of the Seven Killings three years ago, and had more or less dealings with this woman. Ning Ran is Leng Xueyin's only disciple, Feng Qingling had a good impression of him at first, who knew that after a few days of getting along, she found that Ning Ran was actually a waste with no talent, and the feelings of a beautiful woman of Feng Da who were wasted in vain, the most important thing is that Ning Ran looked like she had no quarrel with the world, and it made her angry when she looked at it, but Ning Ran's performance today did change a bit of a style that had nothing to do with herself in the past.

But she just glanced at it a little more, and then she also sneered, the disciples of the secret plan seven killings do not have the so-called affection of the master, love sorrows and joys, these things are too cheap, here the strong are respected, and killing is supreme.

"Since you want to die early, I will fulfill you. Zhang Shui saw that Ning Ran was pretending to be forced, and hurriedly seized the opportunity to clean him up, after all, the Venerable Lord had been in retreat for three years, and it was rumored that Leng Xueyin was going to retreat for ten years, and no one could cover Ning Ran.

Ning Ran nodded slightly, but her immature face had a calm expression, as if it had gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes.

Seeing this, Zhang Shui clenched his fists fiercely, and the spiritual power around him gathered here, rushing towards Ning Ran like a fierce tiger. Heishuitang's boxing method is the most famous, and most of the disciples focus on physical cultivation, looking at this fierce posture of the water, it must be a physical cultivation.

In the face of such a beast-like person, Ning Ran pursed his lips, there was no condensed spiritual power in his hands, and he did not perform any superb and weird footwork on his feet, only his clear and deep eyes, staring at Zhang Shui deadly.

These clear eyes are like bathed in the autumn breeze, as if they have seen through the long galaxy, seen all the maple leaves in the autumn, and seen all the lights. Facing such a look, Zhang Shui couldn't help but tremble, and everyone present was also up and down in their hearts, always feeling that a force was threatening them.

Even so, Zhang Shui had no way out, after all, Ning Ran on the other side only had the strength of a realm of seven heavens, and he would not be stupid enough to be intimidated. I saw that the spiritual power on his fierce fist was getting stronger and stronger, and when it was almost in front of Ning Ran, this fist suddenly turned into a phantom of a dark yellow tiger and swallowed Ning Ran. This is the Spirit Tiger Fist of Heishui Hall, a set of mid-level boxing techniques.

Everyone sneered even more, as if they were looking forward to the tragic scene of Ning Ran being beaten.

However, just when the virtual image of the tiger was close in front of him, Zhang Shui suddenly stopped and stood in front of Ning Ran in a panic. Looking closely at Zhang Shui's body, there is a floating slaughter that emits light, although the light is very faint, but you can still clearly see that it is seven colors, and these seven colors are dark and bright, just like the spiritual power that emerges when the cultivator enters the realm, and like a rainbow that appears hazy after the rain, this is a floating slaughter that is beautiful and spectacular, this is a colorful floating slaughter.

At this time, Ning Ran's eyes were still very clear, but they became a little cold, like the ice in the extreme north, freezing through his heart.

Suddenly, Zhang Shui became very painful, sometimes as if he was burned by the fire used in sword refining, and sometimes as if he was surrounded by thousands of years of ice, the feeling of ice and fire made him worse than dead.

All the disciples of the Shadow Hall and the Black Water Hall opened their mouths wide, is this Ning Ran who only knows how to cook, sleep, and listen to music every day?

Qiu Ming on the side frowned, he didn't know what magical exercises Ning Ran had used, which actually made Zhang Shui so painful, although Zhang Shui was the weakest among the disciples who entered the Three Realms, it was impossible to defeat with one move. He couldn't understand Ning Ran even more, how could this kid have such a strong strength?

Feng Qingling's heart was even more surging, she always felt that Ning Ran was a waste, how could she have such a strong strength, could it be that this kid was pretending to be at the beginning? She was resentful, feeling as if she had been tricked by Ning Ran, but then she showed a charming smile again, what about Ning Ran's strength, no matter how powerful she was, no matter how powerful she was, she was not as powerful as Gu Liufeng.

Gu Liufeng is the most outstanding disciple in the past five years of the Seven Killings of the Secret Strategy, he is the senior brother of the Demon Hall, the strength of the Three Realms and the Nine Heavens is proud of all the disciples, all the disciples also regard him as an idol and a target, and the female disciples regard him as the best double cultivation partner.

Beads of sweat appeared on Ning Ran's bald head, looking at Zhang Shui struggling in the Colorful Floating Tu, his spiritual power had been exhausted by Ning Ran, and he was in a dying state.

Suddenly, Ning Ran's eyes closed slightly, and he saw that the colorful floating slaughter disappeared in an instant, and Zhang Shui fell to the ground in despair, it seemed that Ning Ran still didn't mean to kill him completely.

Everyone's eyes were still staring at Zhang Shui's location, obviously not coming out of the shock and fragrance left by the Colorful Floating Massacre, as for Zhang Shui, they wouldn't pay attention to it, if one person dies, there will be one less opponent in the Seven Kills selection, why not.

"Hey, it's boring, let's go, let's go. Ning Ran opened his eyes and showed a modest smile, but the words on his lips had a cynical meaning.

"Wait. At this time, the only one who dared to speak was Zhang Shui, who lost half his life.

Ning Ran looked at him innocently and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Shui's heart was full of endless hatred, he would rather be so embarrassed, he could feel that most of his cultivation had been destroyed, he really felt the horror of the Colorful Floating Massacre, he was like being driven by some force, and he couldn't use any spiritual power. But this kind of revenge for destroying cultivation can't go unavenged, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Ning Ran, you wait, Brother Gu Liufeng will clean you up." ”

Hearing Gu Liufeng's name, the surrounding disciples all sighed, they felt that this time Ning Ran would die, after all, in the eyes of these disciples, Gu Liufeng was a god-like existence.

Ning Ran looked at Zhang Shui, blinked, but said, "Who is Gu Liufeng?"

Zhang Shui clenched his fists again hatefully, but this time he had more than enough heart and not enough strength, Ning Ran's expression was modest and indifferent, but every sentence was very annoying.

"I really can't play with you anymore, I'm going to deliver food to Leng Xueyin. Ning Ran said lightly.

This sentence caused public anger, but Ning Ran didn't care, he didn't need any friends among the seven kills, he believed that his performance just now was enough to deter everyone.

In these pairs of murderous eyes, there was finally a pair of phoenix-eyed people who said coldly: "Ning Ran, don't think that dealing with a Zhang Shui is a big deal, if you participate in the Seven Kills Selection, Brother Liufeng will definitely kill you." Feng Qingling looked at Ning Ran coldly.

Feng Qingling is a woman who is closer to Gu Liufeng, and everyone naturally knows that since she said so, it is estimated that Ning Ran is more than lucky.

Unexpectedly, Ning Ran chuckled and said to her: "Are your ears bad, I said it, I shouldn't have to participate in the Seven Kills selection." ”

Feng Qingling was speechless for a moment, her face was ugly, this kid was really angry.

Ning Ran ignored her, but said to Qiu Ming beside her: "Qiu Ming, is the phantom back?"

The phantom is a piece of Ning Ran's heart, he has never seen her in three years, this woman killed his father with her own hands, and Ning Ran took her as the first object to take revenge.

Qiu Ming instantly became angry and said, "I'll say it one last time, the name of the hall master is not allowed to be directly denied by anyone. ”

The disciples of the Shadow Hall looked at him with even more fierce eyes, the Phantom was the master of the Shadow Hall, although none of these people had ever seen the Phantom, but the Phantom was like their belief in strength, and they could rather deny Leng Xueyin's name, after all, he was Leng Xueyin's apprentice, and no one could care about it. But you must not hide the Phantom's name in the Shadow Hall, this is an insult to all the disciples of the Shadow Hall.

Ning Ran still knew how to observe words and feelings, and when he saw that he was going to touch the bottom line of this group of people, he hurriedly said to Qiu Ming: "I'm kidding you, hasn't your hall master come back yet?"

Qiu Ming's face softened slightly, and he replied: "The hall master has a lot of opportunities, it is said that he went overseas to assassinate a very powerful person, and he will not come back in a short time. ”

Ning Ran waved his hand, said "oh", turned around and left, ignoring Qiu Ming and everyone present, Ning Ran still knew a little about that disciple called Gu Liufeng, but no matter how talented this person was, it didn't matter to him, he only knew that he was going to defeat everyone.

Out of this maple leaf forest, Ning Ran gasped heavily, it seemed that the fight just now was not easy for him, he walked forward slowly, and said to himself: "My cultivation is still too low, and the first layer of the Colorful Floating Slaughter Technique can't be fully used." ”

After leaving Yunxianglou, he searched for the memories left by the Buddha, and there were some Buddhist exercises everywhere, which were not suitable for sword cultivation at all, but there was only one exercise, and the Buddha did not practice, only knowing that this exercise was suitable for any cultivator as a foundation, but no one succeeded in practice, this is the Colorful Floating Tu Method.

Ning Ran was helpless, improving the realm also needed exercises as a foundation, since he wanted to take the path of sword cultivation, he could only choose the Colorful Floating Tu Technique. Although he has only practiced one layer in three years, he can clean up Zhang Shui, which shows that this Colorful Floating Tu Technique is extraordinary. The power emitted by this colorful floating Buddha recipe comes from Ning Ran's spiritual world, and above Ning Ran's Jade Palace is the vast heavenly aperture, and he is emitting amazing spiritual power from the heavenly aperture, and some people will use this power in the Buddha's time, and people call it obsession.

Walking and walking, Ning Ran came to the grass here again, here is the corner of the shadow hall, there is a pavilion that goes straight into the sky, called Wangtianlou. When Ning Ran is upset, he likes to lie on this grass, looking at the sky, listening to the sound of the piano coming down from the clouds, the faint and sad tune often resonates with Ning Ran's heart, to say that Ning Ran's only friend in the past three years is the sound of the piano in this sky-looking tower.

Ning Ran has a wish, he wants to learn a technique that can fly to the sky as soon as possible, and go to the Wangtian Tower to see, who can play such a piano sound?

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