The blue-shirted young man who stopped in the road stopped the carriage driven by Jing Liuli with a dust sword, and his name was also very interesting, his name was Chen Fuchen.

Looking at Jing Liuli, who stopped the carriage, the blue-shirted young man bowed slightly to the carriage behind Jing Liuli, and said, "In Xia Chen Fuchen, I want to challenge Ding Ning." ”

The pedestrians on both sides of the road slowly released a light sword intent in Chen Fuchen, and when they picked up the dust between the roads, they had already felt the extraordinaryness of this blue-shirted young man, and when they heard the word "Ding Ning" at this time, there was an uproar and an exclamation.

Although the Minshan Sword Club has been over for a long time, the name Ding Ning is too loud, and it instantly stirs everyone's feelings.

"In this carriage is the boy from the wine shop who fell from the sycamore?"

"This is Ding Ning, the first name of the Minshan Sword Society?"

When many people made a sound in shock, and their eyes were unconsciously attracted by the seemingly ordinary carriage, the curtain of the carriage compartment parted outward.

Ding Ning walked out of it.

Everyone around them saw the quiet-looking young man clearly, and then saw the broken sword hanging from his waist, and suddenly countless cries of surprise rang out, sweeping out of the surrounding streets and alleys like a tidal wave.

Ding Ning won the first place in the Minshan Sword Club, which is only a legend for the people in the streets and alleys of Changling, no matter how amazing the means are, they can't see it with their own eyes, at this time, someone challenged Ding Ning on the street, but for them, they got a chance to see Ding Ning out of the sword with their own eyes.

This is the real event in the market.

Ding Ning calmly looked at the blue-shirted young man with a warlike face, and did not respond for a while.

Jing Liuli's brows frowned slightly, and in a voice that only she and Ding Ning could hear, she said, "To fight or not, you have to make up your mind earlier, otherwise I'm afraid that the shops here will collapse." ”

"It's not a question of war or not, it's a question of what to do with him. Ding Ning's gaze still stayed on the blue-shirted young man, and he said slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "With the same sword, there are many choices, whether to kill the other party directly, or hit the other party hard, or just force the other party to abandon the sword and admit defeat." This is a question that you must consider after you become the sect master of the Minshan Sword Sect in the future. Since you are taking me as a teacher and learning from me, this is also one of the most important things you have to learn in my opinion. ”

Jing Liuli was a little annoyed, thinking that it was just a sword comparison, how could it be so troublesome, but she felt that Ding Ning's words were extremely reasonable, so she controlled her feelings and said softly: "Then what should I do?"

Although he walked out of the teahouse, the clothes he wore were also luxurious, but his demeanor was a little restrained, and he looked relaxed when he came out, which shows that he was not born in a rich family, and you can see that his face and hands and feet are slightly rough, unlike the nobles who have all kinds of nourishing maintenance on weekdays. When he called himself Chen Fuchen, his tone was extremely natural and smooth, which showed that it was his real name, his cultivation was very high, but his real name was not famous in Changling, which meant that he was from another county. Looking at his eyes again, his eyes were extremely eager, and even his face bloomed with eagerness to become famous... Looking at so much, it can be roughly judged that he should be a young man from an ordinary background who has been cultivating in other counties for a long time and is eager to come to Changling to become famous, but he should just be used without knowing the power of Changling. Ding Ning whispered this, and then said to Jing Liuli: "Understand this, how you use the sword against him, it's all up to you." You have to understand one thing, when you move a sword in Changling, you must not only consider the question of which of the two swords in front of you is stronger. ”

The more Jing Liuli listened, the more solemn her face became, she felt that she seemed to have ignored too many things before, or that the identity of the next sect master of the Minshan Sword Sect had naturally made her ignore too many things.

Because some things don't seem to have to be judged by herself, there will naturally be the result of being instilled in her judgment by Tai Guanjian and others.

"Whether I need to judge myself or not, I always need to have my own judgment on something. She took a deep breath, nodded, and said.

Ding Ning smiled and said no more.

When the corners of Ding Ning's mouth flashed into a smile, Chen Fuchen's brows suddenly raised.

His sword intent was already anxious and restless, and the reason why he was able to wait patiently for a short time was only because Ding Ning's calm eyes had some indescribable deterrent power on him.

In his opinion, Ding Ning has become famous in the Minshan Sword Club, he is unknown, and he needs to step on Ding Ning's reputation to become famous, at this time, he naturally belongs to the juniors, and it is normal to wait.

And the other most important reason is that there are not enough people in the surrounding streets and alleys who have heard the news and come to watch the battle... For him, the more people who come to watch this fight, the more people will spread his reputation for him.

At this time, the surrounding streets and alleys are already crowded, and if you wait for a while, I am afraid that it will be so crowded that there is no room to move.

His eyebrows were raised, his lips were slightly raised, and the sword in his hand was raised slightly, and he was about to speak.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning looked at him and said, "What qualifications do you have to challenge me?"

As soon as the word is spoken, all sides are quiet.

There was not even a sound in the chaotic streets and alleys around him.

In the sweltering weather, these people who came to watch the battle were crowded together, but they didn't have any dryness, but they just subconsciously felt that what Ding Ning said was right.

Chen Fuchen was slightly stunned.

He had only thought that the cultivators of Changling were arrogant, and in all the rumors, the cultivators of Changling were known for their bravery, and they were never afraid of any challenge, and avoiding challenges would be regarded as cowardice and despised, so he never considered this issue.

"I have cultivated to the Five Realms. ”

After being stunned, he took a deep breath and watched Ding Ning say a reason that he thought was the most convincing.

There was an exclamation.

There was no shortage of cultivators in the field, and they naturally knew very well what it meant for a blue-shirted young man to cultivate to the Five Realms at such an age.

However, Ding Ning's face was still calm, he glanced at Chen Fuchen, and said clearly: "So what? Some of my opponents in the Minshan Sword Club have already passed the Five Realms. ”

Chen Fuchen froze.

Many cultivators in the audience who felt that this blue-shirted young man really had the qualifications to challenge Ding Ning were also stunned.

"If you want to challenge me, you must at least have some reputation in Changling. You're in a hurry. It's just that Ding Ning didn't give them much time to think, he had already looked at Chen Fuchen and continued, "If you can't even beat my maid, how are you qualified to challenge me?"

"What?"

Hearing Ding Ning's words, an exclamation sounded, and Chen Fuchen and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Jing Liuli's body.

Chen Fuchen's body trembled slightly.

He felt scorned, and he couldn't help but become angry.

"What if I win this maid of yours?"

He took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and said very directly, "Do you want to fight you next?"

"If you can beat her, I'll accept your challenge. ”

Ding Ning smiled slightly and sat in the carriage.

His faint smile made Chen Fuchen even more angry, and the flame of anger in his eyes seemed to be about to burn.

"Then I'll challenge you first. ”

He took a deep breath, looked at Jing Liuli, and said word by word, while slowly raising the sword he had been holding tightly.

His sword was hidden in a wooden sheath.

The wooden sheath is iron-gray and has a unique texture, like layers of overlapping feathers.

The hilt of his sword was made of some kind of jade, and at this moment, as the aura on his body surged, there seemed to be white clouds about to float out of the pale gray hilt.

Listening to his words full of anger and coldness, Jing Liuli didn't even move his eyebrows.

She just looked at the dust sword on the ground in front of him sternly and calmly, as if she wanted to see a flower in the thin dust, and at the same time she said in an extremely flat tone: "I promise your challenge. ”R1058