Vol 4 Chapter 45: Fight

The blue-shirt boy who stopped in the middle of the road stopped the carriage driven by the net glass with a dust sword. His name was also very interesting.
Looking at the net glass of the carriage, the blue-shirt boy was slightly squatting against the compartment behind the net glaze, saying: "I want to challenge Ding Ning in the next Chen."
Pedestrians on both sides of the road slowly released a scornful sword in Chen Fuchen. When they picked up the dust between the roads, they already felt the extraordinaryness of this blue-shirt boy. When they heard the word "Ding Ning", they suddenly felt awkward. An exclamation sounded.
Although the Lushan Swords Club has ended for quite some time, the name Ding Ning is too loud, and it instantly provokes everyone's emotions.
"In this carriage is the wine shop boy who fell in the paulownia?"

Is it the first Ding Ning of the Shaoshan Swords Club?

When many people were shocked and voiced, and their eyes were unconsciously attracted by the seemingly ordinary carriage, the carriages of the carriages were separated.
Ding Ning came out of it.
Everyone around saw the quiet young boy, and then saw the broken sword hanging from his waist. Suddenly, there were countless surprises, such as the wave that swept through the surrounding streets.
Ding Ning won the first place in the Shaoshan Swords Club. This is only a legend for the people in Changling Street. The means are amazing, and they can't be seen by themselves. At this time, someone is challenging Ding Ning in the street. For them, However, I got a chance to see Ding Ning’s sword.
This is the grand event in the real market.
Ding Ning calmly watched the blue-shirted boy who had a look of war, and did not respond.
The brows of the net glass are slightly stunned. With only the sound that she and Ding Ning can hear, she said: "When you fight or not, you have to take your ideas earlier, otherwise the shops here will probably collapse."
"This is not a question of war and no war. How to deal with his problems." Ding Ning's eyes still remain on the blue-shirt boy, and he uses a voice that only two people can hear, slowly saying: "The same is one. Sword, there are many choices, whether to kill the other party directly, or to kill the other party, or just force the other side to abandon the sword and admit defeat. This is a question that you must consider after you become the lord of the Swordsman of Lushan. Since you are based on me Teacher, learn from me, this is, in my opinion, one of the most important things you have to learn."
The net glaze is a little annoyed. I thought it was just more than a sword. How could it be so troublesome? However, I felt that Ding Ning’s words were very reasonable. So she controlled her emotions and whispered,
What should I do?

"The food that he walked out of is very expensive. The ordinary people can't afford it. Although he walked out of the teahouse, the clothes he wore were considered expensive, but his manners were somewhat restrained. It was easy to walk out. This shows that he is not born in a wealthy family, you look at his face and the skin of his hands and feet are slightly rough, unlike the aristocratic children have a variety of nourishing maintenance on weekdays. He claimed that the tone of Chen Fu dust is very smooth, which means that His real name, his cultivation is very high, but his real name is not famous in Changling, which means that he came from the outer county. Then his eyes are extremely eager, even his face is eager to become famous... Looking at so much, I can generally judge that he should be a young boy who has been practicing in the outer county for a long time and is eager to come to Changling to become famous. He should be used only if he does not know the strength of Changling." Ding Ning whispered Said this, and then said to the net glass: "I understand this, how to use his sword, this will look at you. You have to understand that in Changling, you must not only consider the two handles. Stacks of some of the problems. "
The more the net glaze is listening to the face, the more she is dignified. She feels that she has neglected too many things before, or that the identity of the lord of the ancestral sect of Lushan has naturally neglected too many things.
Because some things don't seem to be judged by herself, there will naturally be results in which the people in Fujian and Taiwan will instill in her judgment.
"Whether I need to judge myself, I always need to have my own judgment on some things." She took a deep breath and nodded and said.
Ding Ning smiled and said nothing.
When Ding Ning’s mouth was full of smiles, Chen’s brows suddenly provoked.
His sword has long been eager and restless, the reason why he can wait patiently for a short time, just because Ding Ning's calm eyes are invisible to him.
In his view, Ding Ning has become famous in the Shushan Swords Club. He is silent and needs to follow the reputation of Ding Ning. At this time, he naturally belongs to the younger generation, and waiting is normal.
The other most important reason is that there are not enough people who come to watch the news in the surrounding streets... For him, the more people come to watch the war, the next person who spreads his name for him. The more you have.
At this time, the surrounding streets and lanes have been crowded, waiting for a while, I am afraid that there is no room for even hands-on.
He raised his brow, his lips slightly open, and the sword in his hand lifted up slightly, and he would speak out.
However, at this time, Ding Ning looked at him and said: "What qualifications do you have to challenge me?"
A word is spoken, and everything is quiet.
There was no sound in the surrounding streets.
In the sweltering weather, these people who came to watch the battle were crowded together, but there was no worries, but the subconscious thought that Ding Ning was right.
Chen floats slightly.
He previously only thought that the practitioners of Changling were proud, and in all the rumors, the practitioners of Changling were famous for their bravery, never fearing any challenge, and avoiding the challenge would be regarded as cowardly and despised, so he never Consider this issue.
"I have been repaired to the fifth world."
After swearing, he took a deep breath and watched Ding Ning say a reason he thought was the most convincing.
There was an exclamation.
There is no shortage of practitioners between the fields, they naturally know what it means to be a young man in this blue shirt.
However, Ding Ning's face is still calm. He glanced at Chen Chen's dust and said clearly: "What about it? Some of my opponents in the Shaoshan sword meeting have passed the five borders."
Chen floating dust froze.
Many people in the field felt that this blue-shirt teenager did have the challenge of practicing Ding Ning's qualifications.
"If you want to challenge me, at least you must have some reputation in Changling. You are too hasty." But Ding Ning did not give them a lot of time to think. He has already watched Chen Fuchen and went on, "If you even my The maids can't beat, and what qualifications are there to challenge me?"
"what?"
When I heard Ding Ning’s words, an exclamation sounded, and Chen’s dust and everyone’s eyes suddenly focused on the net glass.
The body of Chen Fuchen shook a little.
He felt scorned and could not help but start anger.
"If I won your maid?"
He took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and then said very directly: "Is it going to fight you?"
"If you can win her, I will accept your challenge."
Ding Ning smiled slightly and sat in the car.
His light smile made Chen Wuchen even more angry, and the angry flame in his eyes seemed to burn.
"Then I will challenge you first."
He took a deep breath and looked at the net glass, saying it word by word, while slowly lifting the sword that had been clenched.
His sword is hidden in the wood sheath.
The wood sheath is iron-gray, and the texture is very unique, like layers of feathers overlapping.
His hilt is a kind of jade system. At this moment, with the breath of his body, there seems to be a white cloud on the light gray hilt.
Listening to his words of anger and chill, the net glaze did not even move his eyebrows.
She just looked at the dusty sword on the ground in front of him seriously and calmly, as if to see the flowers from the thin dust, and she said very quietly: "I promise your challenge." r1058
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