Xue Ningshang originally wanted to stop this farce, but Ding Xiaoyi gave him a look. Although she didn't know what Ding Xiaoyi wanted to do, she still gave up her own move.

Ding Xiaoyi saw the fearless sword heart of the third son of Nanlinghou, and dared to draw his sword against an opponent who was several times stronger than himself, such a heart is also commendable.

The path of cultivation is bumpy and bumpy, and it is difficult to go on without a strong heart. There is no shortage of geniuses in this world, and there are often many geniuses who die halfway, because they do not have the heart of a real strong man, and they do not have the heart of fearlessness and fearlessness.

Cultivation is the cultivation of the mind, and if the heart is not strong, how can you go far. The three sons of Nanlinghou have a simple and innocent heart, they dare to draw their swords against opponents who are several times stronger than themselves, no matter what the result is, they are fearless.

This is where Ding Xiaoyi admires the three brothers, some people are high, but when they encounter opponents who are stronger than themselves, they are resigned.

On the other hand, the third son of Nanlinghou, they knew that they were not the opponent of the young man, but they still resolutely took out their swords.

Even if they are bound to lose after the sword, they have no regrets. Ding Xiaoyi saw a very scarce quality from the third son of the Xie family, that is, he had the heart of a strong man who moved forward bravely.

At this time, this group of teenagers standing on horseback noticed Ding Xiaoyi. When they saw the innocent ancient elf beside Ding Xiaoyi, their eyes rose.

In particular, there is a night green in a black dress with snow-like skin, and two girls with different temperaments but beautiful looks make their eyes shine.

"Where did you come from, leave quickly", some teenagers saw Ding Xiaoyi wearing an ordinary cloth clothes, and they couldn't help shouting.

But their eyes kept falling on the ancient elves and Ye Qingqing, and Xue Ningsheng's figure happened to be blocked by the carriage of the Nanlinghou Mansion, and they didn't see it.

"Although your cultivation strength is insufficient, it is easy to defeat this guy." Ding Xiaoyi didn't pay attention to the clamor of this group of teenagers, and said to the three sons of Nanlinghou with a warm smile on his face.

And his words immediately caused a burst of unbridled laughter, and the sneer on the faces of the young men was undisguised.

"It's really laughing at me, who does this soil bun think he is, he still thinks he is the head of the Sword Pavilion." Some people bent over with laughter, and some people laughed out of breath.

"That's right, I heard that a new King of Battles was born in the Killing Capital, it seems that he also uses a sword, it can't be this kid, hahaha......",

"yes, he probably thinks of himself as the new King of Battles. However, there is no difference between nature and waste that can teach waste, and the Nanlinghou Mansion is really in decline, and even the words of a soil bun are believed. ”…… The ridicule of the young people was endless, but Ding Xiaoyi ignored it, he just calmly looked at the three princes of the Nanlinghou Mansion.

In his eyes, these teenagers were nothing more than three-year-olds, and he didn't need to care.

From his point of view, he can be said to have completely ignored this group of high-spirited little boys.

"Then how to do it, how to make the sword?" The youngest Xie Zhuoran seemed to see Ding Xiaoyi's extraordinary, and he found that this young man in cloth simply ignored the ridicule and sarcasm of this group of teenagers.

He saw from Ding Xiaoyi's face that he was indifferent and light, and only with transcendent strength could he be so calm.

"Give me your sword", Ding Xiaoyi nodded, it seems that the three princes of the Nanling Marquis Mansion are not very stupid, they know how to judge the situation.

They can also see the situation clearly, the eldest son Xie Lingran is sharp and introverted, while the second son Xie Qingran is free and elegant, and the third son Xie Zhuoran is smart and clever.

The three brothers have very different personalities, and although their cultivation talents are limited, they are not useless. At the very least, there is a strong sword on their bodies, and the sword heart is just the same.

All he had to do was leave a seed in their bodies with their strong hearts. As for whether they can sprout and grow into a towering tree, it depends on their future chances.

Once the seed of a strong man's heart is planted in their hearts, then they will have immortal achievements in the future.

Ding Xiaoyi is not a Master, nor is he a very good Master, he just doesn't want these three fearless teenagers to give up on themselves completely.

Xie Zhuoran respectfully handed the sword in his hand to Ding Xiaoyi, Ding Xiaoyi took the long sword handed by the other party, he weighed the sword, it was just an ordinary steel sword.

Not even a mortal weapon, can't the Nanlinghou Mansion even take out a spiritual weapon, he couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart.

"I only make one move, I only make this move once, whether you can comprehend it depends on your own understanding." The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand stabbed forward flatly, although his sword was unpretentious, but it gave people a sense of self-sacrificing momentum.

This sword was unremarkable, just a flat stabbing action towards the front, but the space around this sword was inexplicably trembling.

This sword didn't have a brilliant sword glow, nor did it have a terrifying sword aura, just a plain stabbing movement towards the front.

Ding Xiaoyi's movements were very slow, he looked straight ahead, and stabbed forward with his sword. Just a sword, just this move, but it contains an elusive rhyme.

It's a simple sword, but it doesn't feel simple. Because this sword seems to be full of flaws, but every flaw cannot be broken.

At the end of the sword cast, Ding Xiaoyi put away the sword and looked at the third son of the Xie family, but the third son of the Xie family showed a confused expression on his face, and they still had that ashamed look in their eyes.

"You don't have to understand this sword too much, just follow what I did just now, it's still him, which of you is on." Ding Xiaoyi said to the third son of the Xie family, and his eyes fell on the young man who defeated the third son of the Nanling Hou Mansion.

"Hahaha, it's funny, Tubaozi, don't think that you can defeat me by teaching this sword. Do you know that I have already reached the cultivation of the sixth-rank realm, and I will be able to break through the seventh-grade little grandmaster realm in a few days, and the three of them will always be the third-grade martial arts realm. Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's gaze fall on him, the young man named Xu Pengcheng couldn't help but raise his head and laugh.

At the same time, the other teenagers also let out a loud laugh, Ding Xiaoyi seemed to be a clown in their eyes, sent by God to be funny.

"Boy, are you sent by God to be funny, anyone can use this sword. We thought how unfathomable this sword was, not to mention defeating Xu Gongzi with this sword, even the three-year-old children in the imperial capital city were too rubbish. Another powerful disciple made a mocking sound at Ding Xiaoyi, but Ding Xiaoyi ignored it.

He turned his gaze to the three sons of Nanlinghou.

"Do you have faith in this sword?" Ding Xiaoyi didn't take the ridicule of those powerful disciples to heart, he still asked the three sons of the Xie family kindly.

If they don't have faith in the sword he has taught, then there is no need for him to waste his tongue anymore.

The eyes of the three sons of the Xie family met for a while, and the youngest Xie Zhuoran stepped forward. With a wave of the long sword in his hand, he pointed at Xu Pengcheng and said slowly: "Xu Pengcheng, you insulted my father, today I Xie Zhuoran challenged you, do you dare to fight." Hearing the sonorous voice of the third son of the Xie family, Ding Xiaoyi also nodded secretly.

Finally, it didn't waste a piece of his hard work. Of course, with such a simple sword, it was naturally impossible to defeat Xu Pengcheng, who was about to break through to the realm of the Seventh-Rank Little Grandmaster.

Ding Xiaoyi just did a little bit of tricks on that long sword.

"You, I really don't know what to say about you. But thank you anyway, the three brothers of the Xie family are also pitiful. Xue Ningsheng couldn't see Ding Xiaoyi's true intentions, and she thanked Ding Xiaoyi.

"Anyway, it's mostly up to them, and if they don't trust the sword I've taught, then I'm wrong." Ding Xiaoyi shrugged his shoulders and replied to Xue Ningsheng.

"Are you interested in taking them as apprentices, I think they have thrown themselves to the ground with the five bodies that you should worship", Xue Ningshang chuckled and joked to Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were blazing, and he finally shook his head and said, "I'm not suitable for them, take them into the Sword Pavilion, there should be someone in the Sword Pavilion who is more suitable for them." ”