Chapter 1573 shameless

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"The Guardian is invincible!"
The Fusang samurai stopped their steps and cheered with excitement. They watched the fanaticism and watched the Thirteen Lang.
Do not blame them for this, after all, the image of the Guardian Thirteen Lang at this moment looks much better than the sorrowful sorrow, at least not vomiting blood.
Ding Ning's mouth but a sneer of arcs, this Guardian Thirteen Lang is also enough to die face to live sin, in order not to lose face is hard to suppress the blood of the throat, but I do not know that although this face is good, but the injury will become more serious .
Jing Qianzhong is different. Although he spit blood, it is a blood that has been affected by the shock. After spit it out, it will be fine. Plus his body is far stronger than the military Guardian, and the recovery speed is far more than that. He is much faster.
At this time, Jing Qianzhong still has the power of a war, and the military and the 13th Lang is already the end of the strong, if it is done again, it is definitely not the enemy of Jing Qianzhong.
"you lose."
The Guardian Thirteen Lang endured the injury, and he was still the arrogant appearance. He said with a high head.
Jing Qianzhong stunned, and then a bitter smile: "I lost."
Ding Ningyi, this reaction, can not help but laugh: "It's really shameless, Jing Qiang now can kill you when you raise your hand, you force the injury, it is not his enemy, it is obviously lost You are right."
The Guardian Thirteen Lang’s face sank and he was staring at Ding Ning, and he was about to make a sophistry. Jing Qiang’s but arrogant rushed and said:
I didn’t solve him in five minutes, I lost.

Ding Ning’s eyes looked at Jing Qian’s eyes and solemnly said:
I will wait for your injury to recover, and then fight with you fairly.

Jing Qiang received the knife and returned to the sheath. He said with a smile: "Well, I am looking forward to it."
When I finished, I went away with no one else. When I returned to the seat, I apologized: "The ancestors, let you down."
"No problem, people are fine."
Yan Tiejian’s eyes are soft and express understanding.
"This Fusang devil is really shameless. It is obvious that he lost. He even said with a cheeky face that he won."
"Hey, little devil, can't afford to lose, it's a shame."
"There is no way, people are thick, take the five minutes to make a fuss, who can say anything?"
......
Everyone suddenly talked about it, and even the Fusang warriors pulled their heads down and felt deeply shameful for him.
Listening to the opinions of the people and pointing fingers, the Guardian Thirteen Lang is ugly to death. He has always been arrogant and unable to accept failure, but he never thought that although he won the game, he lost his dignity, which made him The blood that was always pressed could no longer be tolerated, and a slamming spurt out, and the breath became wilting. ,
Ding Ning stunned the Guardian Thirteen Lang with a disgusted gaze: "Let's say, how long it takes to heal, I will give you a chance to heal, so as not to lose and say that I won't win."
puff!
The Guardian Thirteen Lang still wants to hold on to Ding Ning's battle to find his face. He was squirted again by his irony.
As the saying goes, the drums are exhausted and the three bloods are spurted out. The gas is leaking. He even stands still, and there is still the strength of hands-on.
Knowing that it is not a hard time now, staring at Ding Ning's cold voice: "I hope you will meet you at the Wushu Conference. I will let you know when I am the first genius of the younger generation."
Ding Ning heard the strangeness of his face, and said with a smile: "Please, uncle, this year, you have a long life? Still the first day of the younger generation, can you point your face?"
"you……"
The Guardian Thirteen Lang was furious and braved the crumbling body and said: "I am only forty-eight years old this year. How can I not be a younger generation?"
At the age of 50, they are all young people to the military. It is not wrong to say that the military Guardian Thirteen Lang is even right. Even Jing Qiang has to be recognized. After all, he is 49 years old this year, and he is still 50 years old.
Ding Ning casually touched the chin, revealing the color of sudden realization: "That is, forty-eight is indeed a young generation, then I am only a teenager when I am twenty-two years old. Hey, I am still a young man."
When this sentence came out, except for a few people who knew Ding Ning's age, the rest of the people were all in a state of utter disappointment. It was shocking to see his eyes.
Twenty-two years old? This young man who can kill the gods of the martial arts is only twenty-two years old? Even if he took advantage of the enchantment restrictions, it would be enough for him to crush the so-called genius.
Enchanting, if Ding Ning does not lie, then he is the veritable genius of the first genius, no, this is not a genius can be described, can only be described as enchanting.
Even if you change the night alone and Long Xiaotian here, can they be sure to kill the gods?
Long Jia resident, Long Xiaotian's face has not changed, Ding Ning's enchanting has long made him numb, and now the mentality has long been peaceful.
Ghost Road resident, the nose and the swollen ghosts see the face like a dead gray, sighing, and I still want to step on the night alone and Long Xiaotian to regain the title of the first genius of the younger generation, but at the moment, whether it is soldiers Wei Shilang is still Jing Qiang, and it is enough to blow his self-confidence, not to mention the enchanting Ding Ning.
The face of the Guardian Thirteen Lang and the nausea like eating flies, Nima, he knows that Ding Ning is not old, but did not expect to be so young, more than half younger than himself.
Now Ding Ning has a strength that is not inferior to his strength. If he gives him 20 years of growth time, what kind of height can he go to? In front of such a enchanting one, there is still a face and a family to mention the first day of the younger generation?
This made him feel hot and hot, and his chest was bored. He couldn't help but spurt another old blood, and his legs were soft and ruined.
"What is the first genius of shit, to say genius, I think that the young master is a true genius. This year is less than fifteen years old. The world is a strong man of heaven."
Ding Ning knows the truth of the big tree, and immediately begins to shabu-shabu, and solemnly introduces a simple and innocent little master.
Anyway, there is no one in Tianyin Temple, no one dares to treat him, unlike himself, no background, no backing, and finally a god-level strongman, and a yellow card warning from the old things, or a low-key point. it is good.
puff!
The Guardian Thirteen Lang looked at the faceless and incomprehensible little monk, and the blood was sprayed again. This special thing is not letting people live, Shenzhou, how so many enchanting.
Ding Ning feared that the world would not be confused, pointing to the pudding, shaking his head and shaking his head: "There is still this pudding brother, there are 20 this year, and it has broken through Tianwu. Compared with them, I really can’t call genius. what."
This boy is a master who must report, he is absolutely deliberate, especially this is naked in revenge for Laozi to find someone to test him.
Yan Tiejian's face is black and carbon-like. They deliberately do not recognize the pudding. They are afraid to expose his identity and are remembered by the Holy Doctor's Gate and the Holy Sword Mountain Villa.
But now, Ding Ning seems to be unintentionally praised, but it has been pushed to the cusp of the pudding. If you don't want to pay attention, you will find that the pudding dress and the sacred knife are too similar. It is easy to guess. Out of his identity.
The pudding's face is innocent, and the bitter smile: "Ding Ding, don't bring such a scribble to fight rabbits."
"Well, is there any less black pot for your brother? If you and the non-phase come out, you will naturally make a name for yourself. You can’t be obscured all your life. Brother, this is helping you to make a name. You can’t bite Lu Dongbin. Know people's hearts."
Ding Ning's belly black smile.
Pudding’s heart was so depressed, but if you think about it, Ding’s big brother seems to make a lot of sense. The life of the head and tail is not challenging all the time, and it’s not working.
In addition, after all, he is young, and he does not want to be able to kill the Quartet like Ding Ning.
Thus, the poor pudding is the same as the simple little monk, who has been fooled by the unscrupulous Ding Ning. Only the blood is boiling, the spirit is high, and the pride is straight. I am a genius, I am afraid of anyone, I have not seen the Weishen Wars. Ding's big brother is arrogant and highly praised.
A group of women cover their mouths and laugh, the ignorance and the pudding are indeed rare rare geniuses in a hundred years. The age of breaking through Tianwu is far smaller than that of Ding Ning. It seems to be more than his genius.
But don't forget, they are all famous, with the guidance of the elders and the endless resources of cultivation resources, in order to achieve such achievements in this age.
And Ding Ning? What does he have? A few and a half of the master, in addition to giving him a good foundation, there is no cultivation resources, there is no guidance on cultivation, everything must rely on himself to work hard.
Just six months ago, he was only a personal warrior. In just half a year, he has stood here and arrogant, even on the same level as the holy gate.
To achieve such an achievement is tantamount to a generation of Wu who started from scratch, far from being able to expect the Wu Dynasty, such as Wu Du and Pudding.
It must be said that in this world, no matter whether it is a wealthy or bureaucratic house or a wealthy family, the generation of self-made and self-made is far more attractive than the second generation, and it is more worthy of respect.
Therefore, even if Ding Ning would no longer admire the incomparable and pudding, most people present at the scene looked at Ding Ning's eyes full of awe.
After all, whether it is the mysterious power who can kill the holy Wuqiang or the wolf riding, even his own strength, is a topic that people talk about.
"Oh, if it is not a restriction, I will kill you like a dog."
Although the Guardian Thirteen Lang has been repeatedly hit, but the losers do not lose, can not see the way Ding Ning that stunned, not convinced to provoke.
"When you are hurt, whether you see it or not, you will pick it up and see who will become a dog."
Ding Ning did not care to take over his challenge.
The Guardian Thirteen Lang is just the late stage of the gods, and he is indeed a genius at this age, but compared with Ding Ning, the difference is not a star and a half, not to mention the sacred body, just to repair the realm of Ding Ning is enough to crush he.
However, there is no difference between him outside the enchantment or the enchantment. Anyway, he can't use the soul and the spiritual power to fight in the flesh.
"Okay, I hope you will laugh when you arrive."
The Guardian Thirteen Lang had to face again, and did not dare to start with Ding Ning at this time. It was looking for a dead end, letting two Fusang samurai stand back to the station, and not forgetting to leave a scene before leaving.
A farce ended in such a long time, the time is almost noon, the opening ceremony of the Wuren Conference has long gone wrong, but everyone has no dissatisfaction, because this reality is very exciting today, far from the Warriors Conference itself. Also be topical.
The strong man behind Ding Ning spiked Shengwu, and he personally shot and killed two Shenwu, and also killed the famous Vulcan, which has already made its mark.