The young man in the blue shirt who was blocking the carriage driven by Jing Liuli with a dust sword. His name was also very interesting, and he was Chen Fuchen.

Looking at Jing Liuli who stopped the carriage, the young man in blue bowed slightly to the carriage behind Jing Liuli and said, "I'm down Chen Fuchen, I want to challenge Ding Ning."

The pedestrians on both sides of the road slowly released a light sword intent when Chen Fuchen brushed the dust in the road and felt the extraordinaryness of the blue-shirted boy. When he heard the word "Ding Ning", he was immediately in an uproar and a scream of exclamation.

Although the Minshan Sword Association has ended for a long time, the name Ding Ning is too loud and instantly aroused everyone's emotions.

"Is the young man in this carriage a wine shop from Wutongluo?"

"Is this the first name of the Minshan Sword Society Ding Ning?"

When many people made noises in shock and their eyes were unconsciously attracted by the seemingly ordinary carriage, the curtains of the carriage carriage were separated out.

Ding Ning walked out of it.

Everyone around saw the quiet young man clearly, and when he saw the broken sword hanging on his waist, countless surprise screams suddenly sounded, sweeping out towards the surrounding streets and alleys like waves.

Ding Ning won the first place in the Minshan Sword Club, which is only a legend for the people in Changling’s streets and alleys. No matter how amazing the methods are, they cannot be seen with their own eyes. At this time, someone challenged Ding Ning on the street, but for them, they had the opportunity to see Ding Ning draw his sword with their own eyes.

This is the real grand event in the market.

Ding Ning stared at the boy in blue shirt with a fighting look on his face, without a response for a moment.

Jing Liuli frowned slightly, and in a voice that only she and Ding Ning could hear, he said, "If you are not fighting, you have to make an idea earlier, otherwise the shops here will probably collapse."

"This is not a question of fighting or not fighting, how to deal with his problem." Ding Ning's eyes remained on the boy in the blue shirt, and in a voice that only the two could hear, he said slowly: "There are many choices to use a sword, whether to directly kill the other party, or to severely hurt the other party, or just force the other party to abandon the sword and admit defeat. This is a question that you must consider after becoming the leader of the Minshan Sword Sect in the future. Since you are taking me as your teacher and learning from me, this is also one of the most important things you need to learn in my opinion."

Jing Liuli was a little annoyed and thought that it was just a sword competition, so why could it be so troublesome? However, she felt that Ding Ning's words made extraordinary sense, so she controlled her emotions and said softly: "What should I do?"

"The teahouse he walked out was very expensive, and ordinary people couldn't afford it. Although he walked out of that teahouse and his clothes were luxurious, his demeanor was a little restrained, and it seemed easy to walk out. This shows that he was not from a wealthy family. If you look at his face and hands and feet, his skin was slightly rough, unlike the children of nobles who usually have various nourishing and maintenance. He said that he was very natural and smooth tone when he claimed to be Chen Fuchen, which means that he was his real name. His cultivation was very high, but his real name was not famous in Changling, which means that he was from another county.

Then, he looked at his eyes again with a very eager look, and even his face was filled with the eagerness to become famous... Looking at so many things, it can be roughly judged that he should be an ordinary young man who has been practicing hard in other counties and is eager to become famous in Changling. He should have just not knowing how powerful Changling is, so he was used by others." Ding Ning said this softly, and then continued to say to Jing Liuli: "I understand these things, and how to move the sword to him depends on you. You must understand that when you move the sword in Changling, you must not only consider which of the two swords in front of you."

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

Because there are some things that she doesn't seem to have to judge by herself, there will naturally be the result of Dan Tai Guanjian and others instilling in her judgment.

"No matter whether I need to judge by myself or not, I always need to have my own judgment on some things." She took a deep breath, nodded, and said.

Ding Ning smiled and said nothing.

When a smile appeared on the corner of Ding Ning's mouth, Chen Fuchen's brow suddenly raised.

His sword intent was already anxious and restless. The reason why he was able to wait patiently for a short time was because Ding Ning's calm eyes were invisibly shocking him.

In his opinion, Ding Ning had already become famous in the Minshan Sword Sword, and he was unknown and needed to become famous in Ding Ning's reputation. At this time, he naturally belonged to the juniors, and waiting was normal.

Another most important reason is that there are not enough people coming to watch the battle after hearing the news... For him, the more people coming to watch the battle in this battle, the more people will spread their reputation for him next.

At this time, the streets and alleys around were already crowded. If you wait for a while, you might not even have room to fight.

He raised his eyebrows, his lips slightly opened, and the sword in his hand was slightly raised up, and he was about to make a sound.

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

Once a word is spoken, all the things are quiet.

There was no sound in the chaotic streets and alleys around.

In the hot weather, the people who came to watch the game were crowded together, but they had no intention of being irritated. They just subconsciously felt that Ding Ning was right.

Chen Fuchen was slightly stunned.

He had just thought that Changling's practitioners were arrogant, and in all the rumors, Changling's practitioners were known for their bravery and never feared any challenges. Avoiding challenges would be regarded as cowardly and despised, so he never considered this issue.

"My cultivation has reached the fifth level."

After being stunned for a moment, he took a deep breath and looked at Ding Ning and said a reason he thought was the most convincing.

There was a scream of exclamation.

There are many practitioners in the field, so they naturally know very well what it means to have reached the fifth level of cultivation when this young man in blue shirt is so old.

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 Society have also passed the fifth realm."

Chen Fuchen froze.

Many practitioners who thought that the blue-shirted boy was indeed qualified to challenge Ding Ning were also stunned.

"If you want to challenge me, you must at least have some reputation in Changling first. You are too hasty." But Ding Ning did not give them a lot of time to think. He had already looked at Chen Fuchen and continued, "If you can't even beat my maid, what qualifications are you to challenge me?"

"What?"

When he heard Ding Ning's words, a burst of exclamation rang out, and Chen Fuchen and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Jing Liuli.

Chen Fuchen's body trembled slightly.

He felt despised and couldn't help but start to get angry.

"What if I beat your maid?"

He took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and said very directly: "Will you fight with you next?"

"If you can beat her, I will accept your challenge."

Ding Ning smiled slightly and sat in the carriage.

His faint smile made Chen Fuchen even more angry, and the angry flames 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 lifting the sword he had been holding tightly.

His sword is hidden in the wood sheath.

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

The hilt of his sword was made of some kind of jade. At this moment, as the breath of his body surged, white clouds seemed to float out on the light gray hilt.

Listening to his angry and chilling words, Jing Liuli didn't even move her eyebrows.

She just looked at the dust sword on the ground in front of him seriously and calmly, as if she wanted to see a flower from the thin dust. At the same time, she said in a very plain tone: "I promise your challenge." r1058
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