Under Ding Ning's unsatisfactory cutting of wood, the necks of the armored lizard were cut open, and its body and forelimbs became slower and slower, and finally it was completely motionless when the entire head approached falling.

Ding Ning gasped violently. After all, due to his cultivation, his arms had begun to become sore and soft, and the exhaustion of his true energy also made him feel tired.

But he knew that he had no time to stay. Looking at the bloody armored lizard, he squatted down, used the broken flower sword in his hand as a pry stick, pried off several scales on the back of the armored lizard, and then began to cut the flesh carefully.

For him, it has been a long time since he killed such beasts to get their flesh and blood, so he still couldn't help feeling a little disgusting at this time. The most important thing is that the internal organs of the armored lizard, especially the stomach sac, are filled with toxins and dirt that can make the practitioners sick, so he must control his sword tip not to go too deep, and do not cut the internal organs when cutting meat.

Seeing him carefully cutting his flesh, a student who was also from Baiyun Temple, like Xie Changsheng, came back from the shock and couldn't help but sigh softly and said, "He seems to know a lot."

Xu Heshan took a deep breath and said slowly: "There are many books in the shabby alley."

Gu Xichun raised his eyebrows up again and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew very well that Xu Heshan's words were a counterattack against him.

Because this is an old saying from the Great Qin Dynasty, it contains two meanings.

The first meaning is that people from ordinary cities and alleys rarely have the opportunity to become practitioners, so most of them can only study and seek a way out in becoming wise men and counselors.

Another meaning is that it is precisely because those who come from the streets and alleys become practitioners that it will be more difficult for those who want to become practitioners to become practitioners, so those who want to become practitioners will be more eager for knowledge of practice, and they will thirstyly read any book about practice that can be found.

Therefore, many practitioners who come from humble alleys often know more, especially after becoming practitioners, they will cherish all opportunities for practice and work harder, and often achieve high achievements.

"He started too late." Gu Xichun thought for a while, feeling that Ding Ning, who was still very far away from him, was a little bit inferior to him, so he finally calmed down and just said this sentence softly.

This sentence is very fair, and all the students who watched the ceremony agree with it and fell silent.

Because even though he was born in an ordinary aristocratic family, Ding Ning's talent at this moment would probably have been able to embark on the road of cultivation six or seven years ago, and his family would definitely give as many things as possible to help his practice.

However, he has only been practicing for one month at this age, so even though he has amazing talent for cultivation, he is already a long way behind He He Chaoxi, Gu Xichun, and even Nangong Caishu.

Perhaps it is this natural gap that is six or seven years behind, and will always be behind in various competitions in the future and will never be able to catch up.

Xu Heshan knew that this was the truth, and he could not argue and fell into silence, but he felt even more unfair, so he felt more and more humble and his face became more and more ugly.

"He started too late, but he ran with all his strength when we ordinary people used it." However, at this moment, a clear and indescribable female voice sounded again, reaching everyone's ears.

Xie Rou spoke at this time.

Her eyes never pulled away from Ding Ning.

At this moment, Ding Ning had completed the cutting of the flesh from the back of the iron-armored lizard. The flesh on the back of the iron-armored lizard was the thickest, thickest, and most unpalatable, but it was relatively clean and safest.

After slightly dealing with the two cut pieces of meat, some blood dripped off. After carrying the two pieces of meat on his back with cloth and rattan, because time was obviously very nervous for Ding Ning, he began to strode towards the area where the smoke was everywhere.

The two pieces of meat combined are only more than ten pounds, but because his body is weaker than the other practitioners, and he has experienced two fierce battles in a row, especially after killing the armored lizard and cutting the flesh, his breathing has not been evenly done, so it seems particularly difficult for him to run at this moment.

Even those who were on the viewing platform could clearly see Ding Ning's hands and legs trembling strangely, and his chest was as violently as if it was about to break.

The scorching breath that erupted from his mouth and the heat that swelled on his body always surging layers of white mist in front of and around him.

At this moment, almost all the disciples of Aries Cave and Qingteng Sword Academy who were not eliminated in this area at the entrance were far ahead of Ding Ning.

Some of the people who traveled the most smoothly were even approaching the edge of the area surrounded by wolf smoke and were about to reach the area they had to enter.

Ding Ning fell to the end alone, a little lonely.

Even everyone on the viewing platform could easily judge that with his running speed at this moment, without many surprises, he could only barely enter the area surrounded by wolf smoke before noon.

But his difficult and tenacious running posture at this moment is enough to touch people and feel some kind of power and thought that many people do not have.

Xie Rou's face was filled with a porcelain-like brilliance, but her eyes were moved like the sunshine that was close to noon.

Ding Ning moved her, and the light in her eyes also moved more people on the viewing platform.

Ding Ning was running hard.

He was racing against time, and was chasing the young talents of Aries Cave and Qingteng Sword Academy, which were already close to the areas that he had to reach.

His body was approaching his limit, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest and abdomen during his breathing, and he was indescribably sad.

But his eyes were always calm and cold, and he looked very long-term.

Because Xie Rou in the stands and everyone else didn't know that his pursuit at this moment had more meaning... Because he was chasing with his own life, the powerful practitioners of Changling, the kings, princes, queens and two princes, and the emperor who was high and above, the rivers, mountains and land of the Qin Dynasty were all under his feet, and his practice had reached the eighth level.

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Just as Ding Ning was running hard, a man wearing a yellow python official robe was standing on the martial arts field in a military camp with his hands on his back, looking indifferently at the streets and alleys of Changling in the distance.

Because Changling is too big and there is no end to see, it seems to be at a loss.

The man's skin was moist, exuded a topaz luster, had a wide forehead, and his eyes were filled with great momentum, as if he could hold the entire military camp in his hands at any time.

He is naturally Liang Lian, the general of the Tiger and Wolf Army.

At this moment, a black-shirted master who looked over 40 years old was standing beside him.

Like the practitioner who lamented that he had achieved success for eternity, the black-shirted master's hair was gray and his face was full of traces left by wind and frost.

"You really think I have to do that?"

Liang Lian looked at the vast distance and asked the gentleman standing beside him seriously.

"General, you must do this." Master Blackshirt nodded and said softly.

Liang Lian turned to look at him and said, "Public tools are used for private use, and use some means to grab some self-sufficient capital from the people in Changling. Even if they fail, it will only cause dislike of the queen and the emperor. However, if you let out such an existence as Bai Shanshui, you will not get the Gushan Sword and even try to collude with Bai Shanshui. This is a real rebellion. The emperor is furious and I don't know how many heads will be lost."

The black-shirt Master's face did not change much, and he still whispered respectfully: "General, you know better than me what your foothold in Changling is... Just like the head of Ye Si, the reason why you can live well and prominently is because the sword in your hands has enough weight, just because you have the value of utilization, just because you are powerful."

Liang Lian shook his head, "I am different from Ye Celen."

Master Black Shirt also shook his head: "You have a relationship with that person, and since you betrayed that person, the emperor will also think that you may betray him. So he never trusts you as much as he trusts the two princes and the thirteen princes. So don't think that you can rest assured as you do things for the queen. If you really follow her and those noble people's ideas, let Ye Sishou die in gloriously and seize Gushan Jianzang for the queen and the emperor, that Ye Sishou's road at this moment will be your road."

Liang Lian's face remained unchanged, but he was silent for a moment.

"The fewer people like Ye Sishou and Bai Shanshui, the more stable the Changling is, the more unsafe you will be. Therefore, you cannot easily let such people disappear. Your foothold always comes from your own strength. As long as you are strong enough, even if you cannot be a marquis, you can at least guard one side outside the pass."

The black-shirt Master slowly raised his head and said slowly and firmly: "We crawled out of the pile of dead people outside the pass... When a city was dead, we were not afraid. We finally climbed to the current position, and so many people had died. Are you afraid, General? Everything we did in the past was to be able to control our own path at our own feet. This is what you have always taught me."

Liang Lian was silent for a long time.

The autumn wind rolled up the yellow sand on the martial arts field and scattered over him and the black-shirted master.
Chapter completed!