Ning Yu's opponent turned out to be a young girl, there are very few female warriors in the Hou Mansion, and the family is unwilling to use resources on women who can marry, unless they have a special status. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This young warrior is thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a light green martial arts uniform, with a face like a peach and plum, eyebrows like willow leaves, red lips and light makeup, black hair and waist, although not up to the hair, the figure is exquisite, exuding the fragrance of youth.

At this time, he was holding a long sword, the sword body was two fingers wide, slender, and entangled with dark blue true qi, and his expression was unruly, but it was heroic, and it was really heroic.

Ning Yu returned to the dust sword, and it was also out of the sheath, he didn't strike first, polite to the girl, the woman on the opposite side raised her eyebrows, and she was not polite, facing Ning Yu is three swords, the thin sword is tricky, fast as a streamer, fast and ruthless, Ning Yu stepped back slightly, let go of the three swords, the woman attacked again, and Ning Yu retreated again...... After retreating three times, Ning Yu had already reached the edge of the martial arts platform.

The girl's face was happy, victory was in sight, she was merciless, and stabbed out with a fierce sword, piercing Ning Yu's heart, powerful...... Ning Zhi and Ning Ze pinched a handful of sweat for Ning Yu below......

Ning Yu turned sideways to avoid the vital point, and the Guichen sword stabbed directly into the woman's chest, the speed of the sword was staggering, it was really just a matter of not making a move, and it was fatal to make a move.

The woman had no choice but to withdraw her sword and retreat, Ning Yu's sword move remained unchanged, speeding up... Still heading towards the girl's chest, the woman couldn't, and then retreated, Ning Yu's momentum was even stronger, the sword speed was increased, domineering and ferocious, with a sword that came out and never stopped, the woman was taken by Ning Yu's momentum, and reacted a little slowly, Ning Yu's sword stabbed into the girl's chest......

"Stop......" The deacon shouted to stop, Ning Yujian froze, he was really as cunning as a rabbit, as quiet as a virgin, and his control was extremely clever.

The woman's face turned pale, looking at Ning Yujian pointing at her, she was angry and ashamed, and she actually cried, and the deacon and Ning Yu also looked at each other, at a loss......

This battle naturally Ning Yu won.

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Ning Ze saw Ning Yu's innocent look, he patted his younger brother's shoulder, and said seriously: "Brother, don't attack the girl's chest again in the future." ”

Ning Yu reacted, and his face turned red.

"Brother Qi, why, why can't you attack the woman's chest?" Chaotian Braided curious about the baby, pulled Ning Ze and asked.

"Go ask Ning Yu, he knows best," Ning Ze didn't want to teach bad children, so he kicked the whip towards Ning Yu, and the follow-up was not his concern.

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In the third game, Ning Ze and his opponent stood on the martial arts platform and stared wide-eyed.

"It's you......" The young man's voice suddenly rose up, and he gritted his teeth.

"It's me, long time no see," Ning Ze greeted gently.

"It's all you, it's all because of you... I'm going to teach you a lesson today," the boy shouted angrily.

The young man's face was red, his eyes were on fire, this couldn't help but make him not angry, since the last time Ning Ze said that his colorful brocade chicken was a bird, every time he went out, he was ridiculed, and a few times, his opponent greeted him in front of everyone: "Ning Xuan, come out and walk the bird again!"

From then on, he didn't dare to take the colorful brocade chicken out again, and even he didn't dare to go out easily, it was all Ning Ze......

The beautiful boy Ning Xuan, pulled out a green long sword from the scabbard, it was wooden, it turned out that the boy was a wooden attribute, just to restrain Ning Ze, the young man built the foundation in the later stage of cultivation, the true yuan is more than ten times that of Ning Ze, the situation is not optimistic.

The young man attacked, extremely fast, the wooden sword waved, and the blue true qi shot out, this is the sword qi?

Ning Ze was taken aback, it was the first time for him to fight a martial artist in the late stage of foundation building, and a martial artist in the late stage of foundation building could already be true qi out of the body and condensed like a ......

The young man swung his sword like the wind, the sword qi on the martial arts platform was like rain, Ning Ze blocked left and right, extremely embarrassed, a sword qi shot out, Ning Ze could not avoid it, he swung the whip to meet the attack, poof, the sword qi was dissipated......

It turned out that the sword qi was not as terrifying as he thought, Ning Ze finally didn't like just now, he could only dodge, he began to swing the whip to disperse the sword qi, but the sword qi was too dense, and he only had the power to parry, and if he occasionally fought back, he would be suppressed back.

The young man's true qi seemed to be endless, swaying with his hands, and Ning Ze only flickered when he swung out the whip, it was really pitiful, Ning Ze gritted his teeth and held it...... With each whip, it is really difficult to open a place for yourself...... After a hundred moves, Ning Ze was very embarrassed, his clothes were torn, his hair was messy, and there were sword wounds on his body.

He still didn't dodge with the lotus step by step, he just swung the whip, each whip followed the loopholes of the young man's sword qi, tried to use as little true qi as possible, and spent less effort, and the skill of lifting weights became more and more mature, and it was another hundred moves......

Anxiety appeared on the young man's triumphant face, he increased the output of true qi again, the sword qi became thicker, Ning Ze wanted to disperse a sword qi, and it took more strength and true qi, so it was difficult to relax, and now he was in a predicament again.

Three hundred moves, Ning Ze Zhenyuan is exhausted, and after a few more moves, he can only admit defeat......

There was a turnaround, the young man's sword qi slowed down, his face was sweating, Ning Ze's confidence came, consumed with him, consumed and consumed, the opportunity came, Ning Ze approached the young man, saw the opportunity, and whipped the young man's buttocks, and the first whip hit the ground.

The young man screamed, but before he could react, Ning Ze's second whip arrived again, it was still in the same place, the young man screamed again, the young man used his true qi to protect his hips, and Ning Ze whipped the young man's back with a whip.

The boy now has no strength to swing the sword, more than three hundred moves have already exhausted his physical strength, he can only mobilize the true qi to protect the body, Ning Ze doesn't care, pick up the whip and smoke, each whip is to find a place with more meat to draw, just now was pressed and beaten by the young man, he can hold back the fire in his belly, I smoke... I smoked... Draw out......

The boy was so pumped that he couldn't stand it, and cried and begged for mercy: "Don't beat it...... Don't hit ......"

Ning Ze didn't care about this, he was now in full swing, after a while, the young man's whole body was pumped again, the deacon was sweating in a hurry, the young man's voice was hoarse, Ning Ze didn't look like he was going to stop, and started the second round......

"If you dare to whip again, do you know that you are smoking my own grandson," a clan elder on the viewing platform stood up.

The martial artist watching the battle was silent all of a sudden, and at the same time looked at Ning Ze, the martial arts platform......

Ning Ze didn't pay attention to this clan elder at all, and even the speed of the whip did not change, and before the second round was finished, the beautiful boy fainted.

The old man of the clan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and threatened: "Good boy, I am not done with you when I am so ruthless at a young age." ”

"It's my own son who smoked your grandson," a nonchalant and majestic voice sounded.

Everyone turned their heads, and it was the patriarch who was sitting in the middle who made the sound.

The patriarch's face turned red, and a patriarch next to him hurriedly came out to play a round: "Actually, I didn't hit my face ruthlessly, I didn't slap my face." ”

The elders of the surrounding clans hurriedly turned their heads to look, Ning Xuan fainted on the martial arts platform, his face was still so handsome, and he nodded in agreement, "It's true that there is no slap in the face, my subordinates are merciful!"

"No slap in the face, nice kid!"

"I didn't slap my face, I saved my face!"

"This kid didn't say anything, he is kind from the bottom of his heart and doesn't hurt other people's faces!"

"The patriarch teaches well, he is really merciful, or Ning Xuan, this little doll, will have no face!"

Even Ning Xuan's grandfather whispered: "It's good if you don't hit your face, it's good if you don't hit your face......"