A genius like Yan Chixia, self-pondering, can cultivate without a teacher to the point where he is close to the sword god, that is, he is about to step into the realm of the primordial god.

You can imagine how high his talent and understanding are.

In addition, Ding Ling's explanation is easy to understand, and it is penetrating and to the point.

Yan Chixia is often a one-click solution, and from time to time she shows an expression of sudden realization.

If a few hours have passed.

When the moon rises in the middle of the sky.

Ding Ling explained a lot of thunder methods and swordsmanship.

Even the fundamental method of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword Sutra involved a little.

Yan Chixia was still unsatisfied, but more embarrassed, he saw that it was getting late, so he took the initiative to speak:

"Ding Ling, tomorrow we will continue to discuss. It's so late now. Do you have a good rest? ”

"I don't have to rest."

Ding Ling smiled:

"Daoist, if you want to continue to talk to me. Why don't you join my team? This will make it easy for you to talk to me anytime, anywhere. ”

"This ......"

Yan Chixia was moved, but more hesitated:

"Isn't that going to be too much of a hassle for you."

"No hassle at all. You also saw my cultivation speed. When I'm usually fine, I'm idle, so wouldn't it be right to talk to the Taoist chief? ”

"This ......"

Yan Chixia hesitated again and again, but in the end, she still couldn't overcome the temptation to talk to a peerless genius like Ding Ling, nodded slowly, got up and bowed to Ding Ling: "Then I'll trouble you." ”

"It should."

"Wait a minute, I'll clean up."

Yan Chixia didn't have many things, just two clothes and a sword.

Wrapping his back, holding the sword, he said very freely:

"Let's go."

Ding Ling walked forward, just out of the gate.

A young man with clear eyebrows and a body of eight feet rushed over from the other side with a panicked face, Yan Chixia looked at it fixedly, and shouted, 'Ning Caichen! What the hell are you?! ’

"It's Yan Daxia!"

Ning Caichen was overjoyed, ran behind Yan Chixia, grabbed Yan Chixia's arm, looked at a passage in front of him with a frightened face, and said in a trembling voice:

"It's the dryad who found me. She's going to eat me. ”

The formation arranged by Ding Ling was on the east side, blocking the player's passage into Lanruo Temple.

And the west side of Lanruo Temple, that is, the back, is a mass grave.

There were ghosts and monsters in that place, and Ding Ling didn't arrange the formation, just because it was not necessary.

And Ning Caichen came from the direction of the mass grave.

Yan Chixia snorted and said:

"I warned you a few days ago! People and ghosts have different paths! I want you not to indulge in Nie Xiaoqian's beauty. But you just don't listen! Bent! Now that you know you're scared? ”

Ning Caichen's face was pale mixed with a bit of cyan and ruddy, and he argued:

"I'm not afraid of Xiaoqian. Even if she's a ghost, she's a good ghost. I'm just worried that after the dryad killed me, he killed Xiao Qian again. I escaped this time in the hope that Yan Daxia could be merciful and save Xiaoqian. Eradicate the millennial dryad. ”

Ning Caichen looked like a pedantic talent.

Handsome in appearance and weak in body.

At first glance, he is an ordinary person who is powerless.

However, he is upright, and although he is afraid of monsters in his words, he has no intention of retreating or dying!

Ding Lingguan is at the full level, and at a glance, he knows that although Ning Caichen is timid and stupid, he is also extremely kind, affectionate, and upright.

He even used his martial arts true qi in the air to probe the roots and bones of Ning Caichen.

Finding that his human roots and bones were also very good, reaching about 78 points, he couldn't help but be moved, and thought: If this Ning Caichen cultivates the Yi Tendon Forging Bone Chapter, and then cultivates some other methods, he will be a proper genius at the dragon level! He is worthy of being a son of plane luck! It's really a pity that this talent is not cultivated.

If Ding Ling wants to establish the first sect in the world, he naturally needs top talents at the dragon level.

He saw that Ning Caichen was talented, so he wanted to attract income, but after thinking about it, he decided to talk about it later, if Ning Caichen didn't like to cultivate, but invested a lot of resources in him, it would be a waste.

"You!"

Yan Chixia glared at Ning Caichen angrily:

"You're a stubborn man! I almost got killed several times. If I hadn't saved you, you would have died. And now you're still counting on me to kill the thousand-year-old dryad?!

Do you know that what you do can easily kill someone! There are not one or two visitors from outside the world who have been killed by you! You still don't repent! Could it be that in your eyes, there is only Nie Xiaoqian, but no one else? ”

Ning Caichen's face changed greatly, his expression was gloomy, and his hand that was holding Yan Chixia was also released, and he said in despair:

"It's that I'm sorry for those visitors. They tried to persuade me repeatedly, but I did not listen. So much so that later, they even proved with practical actions that Xiaoqing and Xiaoqian had indeed killed many people. But Xiaoqian has a hard time. She doesn't want to kill anyone else......"

Yan Chixia interrupted Ning Caichen's words:

"Who lives without suffering?! Nie Xiaoqian has a hard time, so Xiahou Swordsman, Visitors from Heaven and others should die?! You have also witnessed the tragic situation of the Xiahou swordsman! is still obsessed with Nie Xiaoqian, a female ghost. You're so dazzled by ghosts and you don't know it! ”

I heard that Xiahou Swordsman was dead.

Ding Ling felt pity.

This is the top swordsman second only to Yan Chixia in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story!

In order to compete with Yan Chixia for the name of the world's number one swordsman, he repeatedly competed with Yan Chixia for swords, although he lost every time, but his perseverance and the spirit of not giving up until he reached his goal were also quite moving.

Moreover, he can become a swordsman second only to Yan Chixia. His talent can be seen.

It is much better to contain such a person to enter the sect than to contain a pedantic talent like Ning Caichen.

"You, I'm ......"

Ning Caichen was stunned by Yan Chixia's open mouth, red face and red ears.

"Alright."

Yan Chixia took Ning Caichen's arm and said:

"Listen to my advice. Now come out of this Lanruo Temple with me, and never come back. Otherwise, if I leave today, whether you are dead or alive really has nothing to do with me. ”

"Yan Daxia, you want to leave?"

Ning Caichen was distressed:

"Xiaoqian, she has a lonely background......"

Ning Caichen was eloquent, and he talked endlessly about Nie Xiaoqian's suffering.

Yan Chixia was also quite moved when she heard this, but when she thought that Nie Xiaoqian had killed Xiahou Swordsman and the others, his heart became cold.

No matter how pitiful.

It can't change the fact that Nie Xiaoqian has killed too many men!

Yan Chixia was about to ignore Ning Caichen and leave this ghost place first, huhu!

A demonic wind blew.

Look at it again.

Not far away, there was already a group of people.

The leader is a strange man in a red robe, who looks like a man but not a man, and a woman is not a woman.

Behind this strange man is a group of graceful warblers and swallows.

On the left and right of the strange man stood seven or eight men with different breaths, all of whom were without exception, all of them were profound and majestic, like contemporary grandmasters and supreme heroes!