In a place on the high cliff, among the people standing to watch the sword meeting, there was a middle-aged official with a beautiful beard wearing a cyan official uniform.

Looking at Ding Ning, who had stepped into the green hall, the thin master beside him looked very happy, and he couldn't calm down and whispered to him: "Lord Sikong, only the last sword test is left." ”

In this crimson sea of thorns, there was no serious injury, and Lie Yinghong, who was ranked first on the talent list, had withdrawn from this sword meeting, coupled with Ding Ning's terrifying ability to use sword skills, even this scheming master thought that Ding Ning had a great chance of winning the last link of the competition.

In this master's opinion, Ding Ning's desire to win the first place is just a battle of will, his talent may have already won the favor of many people in the Minshan Sword Sect, as long as he enters the top ten, he will definitely be able to get the opportunity to enter the Minshan Sword Sect to study, and may even get the personal guidance of some legendary figures. At that time, this teenager who is too angry may be able to get a long time, and their attention to this teenager, or even the capital invested, may get some returns.

However, compared with his joy, the middle-aged and bearded official next to him, and the deputy head of the Ministry of Rites, Sikong Lian, seemed even more melancholy.

Sikong Lian shook his head slightly, and said softly, "You don't know enough about her." ”

The master was stunned for a moment, and immediately figured out who Sikong Lian meant by "she", and his body suddenly became cold.

"She never puts her eggs in one basket, in the battles with Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties in the past, the battles she presided over, even if she has done hundreds of deductions, snakes swallow frogs as safe, she will have a strong backhand. She just has a different identity now, if she is carefully examined, as a general, she is a real victorious general who has won a hundred battles and has not failed in a single battle she has presided over. ”

Sikong Lian took a deep breath and said in a heavy and slow voice: "Anyone can guess that Lie Yinghong is her person, so Lie Yinghong will not be the chess piece she relies on the most, except for this habit of doing things... The most important thing is that who in the whole world doesn't know her ruthlessness?"

"It was Rong Gongnu who did the work for her, since Rong Gongnu expressed that she didn't want Ding Ning to pass this sword meeting, it was not only the manpower arranged by Rong Gongnu in advance that prevented Ding Ning from winning, nor was it just the backhand she left. ”

After a pause, Sikong Lian's voice was slightly cold: "Many people will naturally respect her will and help her complete such a thing, her coldness, not only makes people feel that there is no problem if they don't oppose her, but will make many people feel that if they don't help her, they will be severely punished." ”

The thin master's heart is getting colder and colder, and this is a very simple cardinal problem.

The fewer people who are on your side, the more brutal battles you will encounter in the next one-on-one sword trial.

Even some candidates who had no hope of being promoted would fight desperately with Ding Ning because of the meaning expressed by Rong Gongnu.

There weren't many friends standing by Ding Ning's side.

Especially in the eyes of the vast majority of people, many friends standing beside him have difficulty getting through this level.

......

Ding Ning walked into the cyan hall, there were no furnishings in the cyan hall, there was only a stone road in the center of the hall that was hovering upwards and covered with moss, and there was a slightly cool mountain breeze flowing down the stone road.

Ding Ning slowly went up the stone road, and it took a long time to finally reach the exit.

The night is dark.

Outside the exit was the valley where they had eaten.

In the humble shed, a few oil lamps are lit.

The light of the oil lamp shone on his figure, and his shadow seemed lonely.

Ding Ning dragged the lonely shadow and walked into the shed, the food in the shed had been cleaned up, and at this time there were only some of the most ordinary white gauze on the table, and some small but sharp steel needles.

Ding Ning took a steel needle, grilled it on the flame of the oil lamp for a moment, then wiped the smoke marks from the needle, and began to patiently and carefully pick out the broken wood thorns everywhere on his body.

Joruri's figure reappeared on a cliff above him that he couldn't see.

She stared at Ding Ning for a long time, and the look of appreciation in her eyes became stronger and stronger.

The cleaner the wooden thorns are removed, the less burden the body will be in the following battles, and the easier the movement will be, and if these wooden thorns stay in the body for too long, they will inevitably cause suppuration and other symptoms.

It's just that the process of picking out the thorns is not easy.

Picking out the fine thorns one by one under the oil lamp will be very draining, especially when the body is already extremely tired, such picking out the wooden thorns will make people more tired, and at the same time, every drop of the needle is actually a reminder that the place in the body is extremely stinging, and the constant pain is also very depleting to the body.

However, at this time, Ding Ning couldn't see any feeling of anxiety.

He was extremely meticulous and patient, and although he couldn't see it clearly, he could imagine that the wooden thorns that had fallen from the tips of the needles on the table in front of him had piled up.

Geng Jian also looked at Ding Ning quietly in the dark.

He also did not hide his admiration for Ding Ning at all.

Being able to go straight into the eyes of many Minshan Sword Sects of their level and get their attention and even appreciation, there may not be one or two of them in the selection of students for many years.

It's just that Geng Jian at this time did not hide his worries at all.

He was also concerned about the final base.

There are too few people on Ding Ning's side, and the rules are the rules, since the rules of the Sword Club have been formulated, even the Jingliuli who has set the rules of the Sword Club cannot be changed.

It's late at night.

Most of the masters of the cultivation sites who watched the Sword Society on the cliff did not rest, even those who had been eliminated from their own cultivation sites, they were still paying close attention to every fragment in the crimson sea of thorns at this moment.

Among the three true disciples in the true sense of the White Aries Cave, Shen Yi has withdrawn, except for Ding Ning, only Zhang Yi is left at this time.

In the eyes of almost all the teachers in the various cultivation places, Zhang Yi's situation at this time was also extremely bad.

Unlike most of the students, Zhang Yi did not choose to walk in the stream or along the sides of the riverbank, but chose to walk through the thorn bushes.

He didn't have the skill of weaving soft armor as fast as Lie's fireflies, but he also didn't want more and more wooden thorns to pierce his body, making his injuries heavier and weaker.

So he chose to draw his sword and cut through the thorns.

The sword he was holding at the moment was the hottest sword in Zhao Jian Furnace, and the strong heat that naturally emitted made the thorn wood in front of him dry and brittle, and it could be said that it was the most suitable sword to pave the way forward here.

However, he was always fast.

He has always moved at a high speed through this sea of thorns.

Maintain a very fast rate of continuous sword playing, even if the opponent is just grass and trees, there is no need to use the true element at all, any sword master will be very tired.

At this time, Zhang Yi was sore all over, and bursts of intense fatigue kept hitting him like a tide, making him really unbearable, and the sword in his hand was also as heavy as a mountain, and it became heavier and heavier.

The most important thing is that Zhang Yi felt some abnormal movements coming from the surrounding wilderness.

Whether it was some trembling on the ground, the slight chill in the wind currents blowing on his body from afar, and the unusual turbulence, they all reminded him that there were already many changes in this seemingly calm sea of crimson thorns that he didn't want to see but would soon face.

He is usually polite and restrained, and in the eyes of many people, he is an abnormal mother-in-law and a hesitant person, but any teacher who is familiar with him in Baiyang Cave knows very well that he is also an extremely intelligent person like Ding Ning.

He also saw from the beginning that the stream was too dead and silent, and contained too many dangers, so he chose to go directly through the thorn bushes, and at the same time, he deduced from this level that even if he was too cautious, even if he hid his tracks carefully, there would definitely be something possible to find here, so he kept walking through this sea of thorns at a very fast speed.

It's just that this sea of thorns is too big, and there is a magic circle, so it is extremely difficult for him to accurately grasp the route of going straight, so far, although he has not directly encountered any danger, but the cyan temple in his eyes is still far away, and in the surrounding wilderness, there are already terrible mutations being generated.

He had a gut feeling that there should be a candidate who had been eliminated.

At the same time, he had a gut feeling that those terrible things had begun to hunt for a candidate like him.

Sensing the terrifying movements coming from the wilderness around him, Zhang Yi looked at his hands, which were shaking like very old people, even if he didn't use force, he took a deep breath, was silent for a moment, and then made the first move that most of the masters in the various cultivation sites on the cliff had never thought of at all.

He used the long sword in his hand to clear a space that was enough for a person to lie down, and used the long sword in his hand to slap the ground solid, steam the water dry, turning the ground into a very hard dry earth, then lay down, kneaded his most sore right arm for a moment, then closed his eyes and began to sleep.

"What does he mean by that?"

"Even if you are really tired, how can you sleep in this situation?"

"Is he unaware of the insects?"

Some of the masters of the practice site didn't know what he was doing at first, but after finally determining that he had quickly fallen asleep, several people couldn't help but let out incomprehensible exclamations.

"Bold. ”

On the side of the cliff top, there is a very gentle sound, which makes people feel that the spring breeze is blowing on their faces, and a very comfortable sound sounds.

The person who made this voice, Huang Zhenwei, who was wearing a pale yellow court robe, shook his head lightly with some emotion, "It's really bold." ”

His status in Changling is extremely noble, and there are naturally very few people who can stand near him.

But all who heard his voice could hear that he was complimenting, not scolding.

At this time, the Taiguan Sword was condensed at the top of a cyan temple in the sea of thorns, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he looked at Zhang Yi's actions.

These disciples in the Aries Cave are indeed very interesting.

Even Zhang Yi, who is the most restrained and hesitant in the rumors, is actually very unusual.

Zhang Yi slept very sweetly, and because he was so tired, he even snored... He was just asleep and didn't do anything, but while he was asleep, he also firmly attracted the attention of many people on the cliff.

There was a group of Emperor Worms that had already devoured the Frost Worm, like a real ranger army, swimming among the thorn bushes not far from him.

Even the closest one to him was less than half a mile away.

As long as Zhang Yi's storage is discovered, Zhang Yi will directly suffer a heavy blow in his sleep and withdraw from this sword meeting.

However, Zhang Yi won the bet.

This group of Emperor Worms passed by him.

After sleeping for two hours, Zhang Yi opened her eyes and woke up.