Under Ding Ning's unaesthetic chopping of wood, both sides of the lizard's neck were completely sliced open, and its body and forelimbs moved more and more slowly, and finally the entire skull was completely motionless when it was close to falling.

Ding Ning gasped violently, after all, his arms had begun to sore, and the exhaustion of his true qi had also made him feel tired.

It's just that he knows that he doesn't have much time to stay, looking at the bloody armored lizard, he squatted down, used the remnant sword in his hand as a crowbar, pried off several pieces of scale armor on the armored lizard's back, and then carefully began to cut the flesh.

For him, it has been a long time since he killed this beast to take its flesh and blood, so he still can't help but feel a little nauseous at this time, and the most important thing is that the internal organs of the armored lizard, especially the stomach pouch, are full of toxins and dirty things that can make cultivators sick, so he must control his sword not to go too deep, and not to cut the internal organs when cutting the meat.

Looking at the way he carefully cut the meat, a student who was also from Baiyun Temple like Xie Changsheng came back from the shock, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "He seems to know a lot. ”

Xu Heshan took a deep breath and said slowly: "There are many books in the alleys. ”

Gu Xichun's eyebrows were raised again, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew very well that Xu Heshan's words were a counterattack against him.

Because this is an old saying of the Great Qin Dynasty, it contains two meanings.

The first layer means that people who come from ordinary places in the streets and alleys rarely have the opportunity to become cultivators, so most of them can only study and seek a way out in becoming wise and strategic.

On the other hand, it is precisely because those who come from the humble streets of the city will have a harder time becoming cultivators than the children of the nobility, that those who want to become practitioners will have a greater thirst for spiritual knowledge, and they will be hungry to read any book on spiritual practice that they can find.

Therefore, many cultivators who come from humble alleys often know more, especially after becoming cultivators, they will cherish all opportunities to practice more, work harder, and often be able to achieve high achievements.

"He started too late. Gu Xichun thought about it and felt that it was a bit self-defeating to argue for Ding Ning, who was still very far away from him, so he finally calmed down and just said this softly.

This sentence was very fair, and all the students who were watching the ceremony agreed in their hearts and fell silent.

Because even if he was only born in an ordinary aristocratic portal, with the talent that Ding Ning showed at the moment, I am afraid that he would have been able to step into the path of cultivation six or seven years earlier, and his family would definitely give him all kinds of things that would help him in his cultivation as much as possible.

However, when he reached this age, he had only been practicing for a month, so even if he had an amazing cultivation talent, at this moment, he was already a long way behind He Chaoxi, Gu Xichun, and even Nangong Caishu.

Perhaps it is this natural gap of six or seven years that will always lag behind in various competitions in the future, and it will always be difficult to catch up.

Xu Heshan knew that this was the truth, he couldn't argue with it, and he fell silent, but he felt even more unfair, so he felt more and more sullen in his heart, and his face became more and more ugly.

"It's true that he started too late, but what we ordinary people use, he runs with all his might. However, at this moment, a clear female voice with indescribable power sounded again, reaching everyone's ears.

Xie Rou spoke up at this time.

Her gaze never took away from Ding Ning's body.

At this moment, Ding Ning had finished cutting the meat from the back of the ironclad lizard, the meat on the back of the ironclad lizard was the thickest, thickest, and most unpalatable, but relatively clean and safe.

After handling the two pieces of meat that he had cut slightly, dripping some of the blood, and carrying the two pieces of meat on his back with cloth and rattan, because time was obviously very tight for Ding Ning, he began to stride towards the area where the wolf smoke was everywhere.

These two pieces of meat add up to only a dozen catties, but because his body is weaker than the rest of the cultivators, and he has only experienced two fierce battles in a row, especially after killing this armored lizard and cutting the flesh, his breathing is not even, so it is extremely difficult for him to run at this moment.

Even the people on the viewing platform could clearly see that Ding Ning's hands and legs were trembling a little strangely, and they could see that his chest was about to burst violently.

The scorching breath that erupted from his mouth, and the steaming heat from his body, kept surging layers of white mist in front of and around him.

At this moment, almost all the disciples of the White Sheep Cave and the Qingteng Sword Academy who had not been eliminated in this area at the entrance were already far ahead of Ding Ning.

Some of the most successful of them had even approached the edge of the smoke-filled area, and were about to reach the area that had to be entered.

Ding Ning was a little lonely and left at the end.

Even everyone on the viewing platform could easily judge that with his running speed at the moment, without many accidents, he could only barely enter the area surrounded by wolf smoke before noon.

It's just that his difficult and tenacious, calm running posture at the moment is enough to move people and feel some kind of strength and intention that many people don't have.

Xie Rou's face was filled with a porcelain-like glow, but there was a sun-like touch in her eyes.

Ding Ning moved her, and the light in her eyes also moved more people on the viewing platform.

Ding Ning was running hard.

He was in a race against time, and he was also chasing the young talents of the Aries Cave and the Qingteng Sword Academy, which were already close to the area they had to reach.

His body was close to the limit, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest and abdomen between breaths, and he was indescribably sad.

But his eyes were always calm and cold, and he saw the long term.

Because what Xie Rou and everyone else in the stands didn't know was that there was more meaning to his catching up at the moment... Because what he is chasing is his own life, as well as those powerful cultivators in Changling, those princes, queens and two phases, as well as the emperor who is high above, the great Qin rivers and mountains are all under his feet, and his cultivation has reached the eighth realm.

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Just as Ding Ning was running hard, a man in a yellow python-patterned official robe was standing on a martial arts exercise ground in a military camp with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the streets and alleys of Changling in the distance.

Because Changling is too big to see the end, it looks dazed.

The man had a radiant complexion and a topaz-like luster, a broad forehead, and a look in his eyes that seemed to hold the entire barracks in his hands at any time.

He is naturally Liang Lian, the general of the Tiger Wolf Northern Army.

At this moment, beside him, stood a black-shirted master who looked to be in his forties.

Like the cultivator who sighed that he would be able to achieve eternal withering, this black-shirted master's hair had turned gray, and his face was full of traces left by wind and frost.

"Do you really think I have to?"

Liang Lian looked at the blank distance and asked the master beside him seriously.

"General, you have to do this. The black-shirted master nodded and said softly.

Liang Lian turned his head to look at him and said: "Public weapons for private use, using some means to grab some self-sufficient capital from the market figures in Changling, even if it fails, at most it will only cause the dislike of the queen and the saint, but let go of the existence of Bai Shanshui, can't get the Gushan Sword Hide, and even try to collude with Bai Shanshui, this is the real rebellion, the saint is angry, I don't know how many heads will be lost." ”

The black-shirted master's face did not change, and he still said softly respectfully: "General, you know better than me what is the foundation of your foothold in Changling... The reason why you, like the Night Head, can live well and prominently is only because the sword in your hand has enough weight, just because you have the value to use, and only because you are strong. ”

Liang Lian shook his head, "I'm different from Ye Celeng. ”

The black-shirted master also shook his head: "You have a relationship with that person, and since you betrayed that person, the Holy Lord will also feel that you may betray him." That's why he never trusted you as much as he trusted the two ministers and the thirteen princes. So don't think that you can sit back and relax as long as you do things for the queen, if you really follow her and those nobles' ideas, let the night leader die a glorious battle, and win the lonely mountain sword treasure for the queen and the saint, then the road of the night leader at this moment is your road. ”

Liang Lian's face did not change, but he was silent for a while.

"The fewer people like Ye Sishou and Bai Shanshui, and the more stable Changling is, the more unsafe you will be, so you can't easily let such people disappear. Your foothold will always come from your own strength, as long as you are strong enough, even if you can't be a marquis, at least you can defend one side outside the gate. ”

The black-shirted master slowly raised his head and said slowly but firmly, "We crawled out of the pile of dead people outside the gate... When a city dies and there are only two of us left, we are not afraid. After finally climbing to the current position, so many people have died, are you afraid, general? Everything we have done in the past has been to be able to control our own path under our own feet, and this in itself is something you have always taught me. ”

Liang Lian was silent for a long time.

The autumn wind swept up the yellow sand on the martial arts arena and enveloped him and the black-shirted master.

His face became gentle, he nodded, and said to the black-shirted master, "No!"