Ding Ling asked Mu Jianping to memorize the magic mantra, and after that, he passed on Mu Jianping's Feiyan Gong and Longitudinal Technique and other simple and easy-to-understand light gong methods.

That's what it is.

Half a day passed.

Mu Jianping constantly practiced light skills, body techniques, swordsmanship, and palm techniques.

They all made a good appearance.

Although most of them have not started, they just have a rough 'shape', and they don't know what to do, but it is already very good to be able to memorize moves and formulas for a long time.

Ding Ling couldn't ask for too much.

"How is Brother Ding?"

After Mu Jianping finished practicing the light skills of walking alone, he ran to Ding Ling a little panting, and looked at Ding Ling with a pair of apricot eyes without blinking.

The adoration, respect, and liking contained in it almost reveal the sockets of the eyes.

Ding Ling understood it, and he didn't break it, but just nodded with a smile and said:

"Not bad. With logistics plus practice. I believe that one day you will reach the top and no longer talk about it. ”

Mu Jianping's cultivation of the internal strength of the heart method is the fusion of a variety of top-level divine skills such as the Sacred Heart Decision, the Yijin Sutra, and the Northern Spiritual Skill, which is not trivial, and can advance all the way to the realm of martial arts Jindan!

In addition, she now has an innate level, and in this low-martial arts world, it is not much better to say that she is invincible in the world.

Of course, this is before, with the opening of the three historical planes of the Nether, all fierce generals can go to the immortal realm to cultivate, and it is foreseeable that in the future, a low-martial world like Lu Ding Ji will definitely collapse completely.

It's okay to say that you haven't met a ruthless person.

Encounter something more powerful.

Any dynasty will be destroyed.

Ding Ling's heart was like a mirror, and after communicating with Mu Jianping for a while, he was about to leave with his legs raised.

Mu Jianping followed Ding Ling step by step, looking at Ding Ling with a pair of big watery eyes:

'Brother Ding, can you let me follow you.' I want to take you to the ladder myself. ’

Ding Ling thought about it and agreed.

"Thank you, Brother Ding."

Mu Jianping was very grateful.

For Ding Ling, she already has a good impression of getting along during this time, and the disclosure of Ding Ling's identity and the transmission of her skills have sublimated this kind of good impression and liking to a new realm!

She couldn't figure out what it was.

But she understands one thing, that is, looking at Ding Ling and following Ding Ling, her heart is happy and excited.

She had never been in this mood.

Now I realize it deeply.

"Mu Jianping!"

Ding Ling and Mu Jianping had just led their horses out of the village, and hundreds of people were running towards them, led by one with a rough face and a burly figure, he was holding a single knife, and looked at Ding Ling fiercely:

"You killed Lord Wei?!"

"Mao Eighteen!"

Mu Jianping's complexion changed slightly.

"Hahaha......"

Mao 18 looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and said, "It's your grandfather and me!" Then with a wave of his hand, hundreds of people surrounded Ding Ling and Mu Jianping:

"Don't think about resisting. There are still tens of thousands of cavalry troops in my rear. This time, you two can't escape! ”

"Do you know who you're messing with?"

Mu Jianping warned.

"Grandpa doesn't want to know!"

Mao Eighteen raised his eyebrows angrily, and his voice was high-pitched and powerful:

"If you kill Lord Wei, you are a thief, and you deserve to die!"

"Even you have taken refuge in the Qing court?!"

"Grandpa, I only follow one person, and that is Lord Wei!"

Mao 18 pulled out the single knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was aimed at Ding Ling and Mu Jianping:

"Little county lord, and you little white face. I don't know how you killed Lord Wei and them. But Grandpa owes Lord Wei a few lives, and today is out of the way. Even if it is death, I will stop you! ”

"You can't stop us!"

Mu Jianping persuaded: "You better leave." ”

"Not necessarily."

Mao Eighteen laughed and said:

"Grandpa doesn't need to fight you to the death. I just need to hold you back for a moment! Soon after, the Qing officers and soldiers arrived, and you were absolutely dead! ”

seemed to be responding to Mao Eighteen's words.

His voice had just landed, but the sound of rumbling iron hooves came from afar, which was deafening, and the earth trembled slightly.

As soon as he heard this, he knew that the cavalry that had come must be in the thousands.

Mu Jianping's face turned slightly pale, and he couldn't help but look at Ding Ling, seeing that Ding Ling's face was expressionless, his heart was a lot more stable, and at the same time, he was also mourning for Mao Shibai and the others.

She has said everything she should have said, and it is useless to continue to talk about it.

Without further ado, he retreated behind Ding Ling.

Ding Ling is the Emperor of the Immortal Realm, the first person in the player's mouth, a peerless god! How can a few cavalry troops deal with it?

Although Mu Jianping is simple and naïve, he has been in contact with visitors from outside the world for a long time, so he naturally heard a lot of stories about Ding Ling, and his admiration and admiration for Ding Ling are engraved in his bones.

This time they got to know each other and became friends with each other.

It has pushed this kind of worship and admiration to a new height!

She didn't worry about Ding Ling's safety, she just thought that she might bleed again later, and she was a little unbearable.

What is Dan Ling's personality?

She can be regarded as understanding, afraid that Ding Ling will dislike her, and it is difficult to persuade her, so she can only stand in place uneasily and helplessly.

And Mao Shibai thought that Mu Jianping was scared, so he was at a loss, and he couldn't help but be sure in his heart, and he became more and more convinced that Ding Ling and Mu Jianping killed Wei Xiaobao by villain means, and they couldn't help but speak ill of each other with murderous intentions in their hearts:

"Little white face, how the hell did you kill Lord Wei?!"

He was curious.

More or malicious:

"If you don't say it, don't blame me for breaking your body into thousands of pieces later!"

Ding Ling glanced at Mao Eighteen:

"You're so long-winded."

Gong!

A sword intent shot out from Ding Ling's eyes, right in the middle of Mao Eighteen, and in the next moment, Mao Eighteen's tall and burly body fell straight down.

"Commander!"

The other hundred people exclaimed.

Ding Ling waved his hand, and a sword qi swirled around his fingers, turning into a horse and shaking in the void, and in the next moment, hundreds of people were all killed and fell to the ground.

“……！！”

Mu Jianping's heartstrings fluttered.

Although he had known that Ding Ling was very strong for a long time, this time Ding Ling was slightly angry, and the killing speed was faster!

Thundered!

The Iron Rider is surging in torrents.

Looking at it roughly, there are no less than 10,000 people.

The leader wore a red crown, armor, and three white whiskers under his chin, and he was a majestic veteran.

"Feng Xifan!"

Mu Jianping opened his mouth and shouted.

"Little county lord!"

Feng Xifan glanced at the corpses all over the ground, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked directly at Ding Ling, and said quite fearfully:

"You killed Lord Wei, Mao Eighteen?"

"So what?"

Ding Ling said indifferently:

"Is Daqing going against me for a Wei Xiaobao?"

When Ding Ling killed Wei Xiaobao, there was not much movement, but there were not many people who witnessed it, after all, the boundary where the killing was made was not far from Xiangyang City.

Ding Ling didn't believe that no one recognized him. Wouldn't it be foolish to oppose him if he recognized him?

But then I thought of Mao Eighteen's expression.

Ding Ling was also a little unsure.