For three consecutive months, Ning Chen spent every day challenging or recuperating from the wounds. Ning Chen no longer interfered, but only watched from the side.

The innate nature of many big sects, due to the powerful innate existence around the little girl, usually give some face and select disciples to fight.

After a series of challenges, the identities of the two have become increasingly curious and suspicious of many major sects. They have investigated from multiple parties, but they have gained little.

The little girl's martial arts are extremely unfamiliar, but the sword technique seems to be familiar, but it is difficult to remember it for a while because of the white light.

Ning Chen and Jiang Xin never stayed in the same domain for too long. He knew that Jiang Xin's identity would be discovered one day. It would be fine if the Changsheng Palace and the Four Poles Holy Land chased them, they would be in great trouble.

The two of them moved forward from the southern border to the Western Regions, and then to the northern Region, and improved their strength very quickly. When they fought again, the ordinary fifth-grade realm was almost completely suppressed and it was difficult to fight back.

Ning Chen once again increased the difficulty for Jiangxin. The opponents he asked for were above the sixth level every time he challenged. The difference between the two realms immediately made the little girl in trouble. During the third challenge, he met a disciple of the sixth level peak. After a difficult battle, he lost for the first time.

I suddenly felt down and had not relieved for several days. It was obvious that the first failure after the Changsheng win brought him a big blow.

"Is it painful?" Ning Chen asked for the first time in three days.

Jiang Xin nodded, and the unwillingness and discomfort on her face were hard to hide. The long-suppressed inferiority complex unconsciously arose and once again became suspicious of herself.

"No one in this world is absolutely invincible. If I had to say there was, I only knew that two people might be considered undefeated in their lives," Ning Chen said calmly.

He raised his head, and there was a hint of curiosity on his uncomfortable little face and asked, "Who is it?"

"Your master and one of my seniors" Ning Chen replied.

"Master, have you ever been defeated by such a powerful person?" asked in confusion.

"Ha" Ning Chen smiled softly and replied, "I have lost, and I have suffered a miserable defeat. If I had not been a big life, I might have died at the hands of your master."

A look of surprise flashed through her heart's eyes. This was the first time she heard her master talk about the matter between him and his master.

She thought the two were good friends, otherwise why would the master preach on behalf of his master?

"Master, can you tell me more about you and Master?" Jiang Xin asked with anticipation.

Ning Chen did not refuse, and nodded slightly. It was time for Jiangxin to learn more about Fan Lingyue's past. As her only disciple, how could he know nothing about her master.

Ning Chen found a place to sit down and patiently told Jiang Xin to listen to Fan Lingyue's past little by little. Whether it was something he agreed with or disagree with, he said it without any subjective emotions.

Any right or wrong thing in Lingyue’s behavior needs to be judged by the little girl himself, and he will not deliberately guide him.

I was fascinated by the fact that my little face was full of phases and various changes were extremely exciting. I was shocked by the things between my master and my master.

She really couldn't imagine that the relationship between the two was so complicated, and they could finally be trusted by life and death.

After a long time, Ning Chen stood up, glanced at the little girl who was still obsessed with the story, and said calmly, "Let's heart, everyone has their own different paths. If you fall down, you just get up. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Your master's path is short and wonderful. She has finished it. No matter whether it is right or wrong, success or failure, the most important thing is that she never regrets it. You are the same. Right or wrong, and even success or failure are not as clear as it seems. What is important is how you view it in your heart."

Listening to these words, I silently thought about what my master said, and my face kept flashing.

Ning Chen did not disturb him and let the little girl think about it herself. This matter requires one to figure it out by herself. If she cannot overcome this hurdle in her heart, her path will stop here.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and it is another day in a blink of an eye. I have never said a word since the evening. I sat there without moving.

Not far ahead is Wanxue Mountain. In addition to the former Fairyland, the most powerful sect in the Northern Territory.

Ning Chen is waiting for a result. Whether there will be tens of thousands of snow mountains tomorrow depends on whether Jiang Xin can overcome this hurdle in his heart.

It was cold in the northern region, especially after night came, Ning Chen raised a fire in front of Jiang Xin, and then sat quietly and waited.

Just as the cold moon rose to the southernmost sky, the breath began to change around the heart, and a trace of spiritual energy in the world lingered around, circling and rolling, forming a clear vortex.

A hint of relief flashed in Ning Chen's eyes. It was pretty good, and it did not disappoint him.

Beside the bonfire, the more obvious spiritual energy was scrolling, attracting the attention of many people in the distance. At the foot of Wanxue Mountain, figures quickly flew out, and quickly approached the two of them with dazzling light.

When Ning Chen noticed the figure that was getting closer, he turned cold. What was coming finally came.

Three innate, seventeen top nine grades, and countless others, obviously have been waiting for a long time.

The man in the lead was wearing a bright silver armor, with an extremely powerful aura, obviously surpassing the third innate disaster.

"It's really you, the realm master's speculation is really right." Xuan Cheng looked at the cloud disk that was constantly turning in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said coldly.

Ning Chen said nothing, pulled out the sword behind him and inserted it next to Jiang Xin. Ningshuang was on the sword. The sword intent that appeared from time to time made people feel heavy pressure.

The battle between Jiang's family taught him a lesson. This time, you must not make the same mistake again.

With a beautiful knife in hand, everything was full of beautiful and beautiful, extremely cold.

"kill"

With a command, the sword light came to his death. The two innate and seventeen nine-grade peaks were the first to be hit. The army behind caught up one after another, and continued.

Leng Feng came, Ning Chen's beautiful sword swirled over, and with one sword, he swept the two innate ones, and then came the ninth-grade peak. His sword technique formed a formation, and the light of the beautiful sword passed by, it dissipated into nothing in a short time.

"Hmm?" Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, curious sword formation.

The battle continued, two innate sword attacks forced their lives, and the remaining seventeen sword formations helped the sword formations. For a moment, the bright blade's edge was dim and dull.

Not far away, Xuan Cheng held a long halberd in his hand, watching the development of the battle, ready to take action at any time.

The beautiful sword blocked the two swords, and the light scattered everywhere. At the same time, the sword formation was so fierce that it kept pushing its lives. The exquisiteness was amazing.

Above the plain clothes, a corner of the sleeves, and Ning Chen's ears, the sword light hit, and a trace of black hair fell silently.

"Take awesome"

Ning Chen snorted coldly, and flipped his palms and shook the people around him. His figure instantly retreated three feet, raised his hands and pointed, a waterfall of snowflakes drifted, and nineteen snow-colored sword light condensed. He waved his hand and rushed towards the sword formation ahead.

"when"

The two innate swords faced each other and barely blocked them. The remaining peaks of the 17th and 9th grade were not so lucky. Even with the power of the sword formation, they blocked 70% of the sword intent, but were still injured by the remaining power and blood spilled in the wasteland.

Seeing that the sword formation could not hold on, Xuan Cheng did not dare to delay any more. His figure flashed by, and the long halberd was slashing towards the moon.

Ning Chen sideways, avoiding the sharp edge of the long halberd, turning around, pointing his sword at Ningshuang, and pointing to the dantian Qihai in the former.

Xuan Cheng's long halberd turned sharply, trying to block the sharp sword intent, but the beautiful sword had passed, and a knife shook the turning long halberd.

There was a loud bang, and the blood flowers fell, and the eyes were full of bright blood.

A strange color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, but he saw a powerful innate person blocking Xuan Cheng with his body, resisting the sword, and a terrifying gap appeared on his right rib.

"Liaoxiao" Xuan Cheng was shocked and angry. He grabbed Luoxiao in front of him and quickly retreated for dozens of feet, turned his palms to condense his energy, and healed his wounds.

The sudden change in the battle situation left only one innate in the sword formation. The army behind finally followed, with soldiers surging like tides, and the sound of killing was shocking.

Ning Chen praised the innate friendship just now, but the beautiful sword in his hand still showed no mercy. Leng Feng passed by, a brilliant light shone through the sky.

One-sided killing, bloody and ruthless, plain clothes are invincible among the sword lights and swords, and the blood flowers of a waterfall are constantly splashing and scattering between the sky and the earth.

The army was endless, and the killing continued. The cold night in the northern region was so cold, just like the heart that had already moved to kill, and once it was opened, it no longer showed mercy.

In the distance, Xuan Cheng tried his best to heal his injuries for the night. After a long time, he finally stabilized the latter's injuries.

"I'm fine, the task is important," Luoxiao said seriously.

Xuan Chengning pointed his head and his figure swept forward, not daring to be careless anymore.

The long halberd that was forced to kill again was obviously more oppressive. Ning Chen faced the beautiful sword in his hand and waited for it with all his might.

Luo Xiao, who recovered slightly from his injuries, also returned to the battle situation. His sword was fierce, and he cooperated with another innate and residual sword formation to force him to kill him.

However, the gap in strength is still huge. Even though the army is continuous, the sword formation is sharp and the number of people is absolutely superior, Ning Chen, who has entered the third innate tribulation, is no longer the people present can shake it.

More and more people fell down the wasteland, blood flowing, and the battle was irreversible. In the sword formation, a peak-level ninth-grade strongman who had been severely injured showed despair, not understanding why the result turned out like this.

The cold moon gradually travels westward, which means that the night will eventually pass. Another innate who was unwilling to be defeated forced to escape from the battle and swept towards the heart of the general not far away.

However, the moment he took action, silver light on the Qingmo Sword was magnificent, and a terrifying sword intent rose and instantly penetrated into the innate body.

The unwilling and regretful eyes were too late at this moment. The next moment, a terrible explosion sounded, and flesh and blood were scattered all over the sky.

"Ling Jiao"

Xuan Cheng felt very sad. Seeing that the defeat was difficult to change, he had to suppress the hatred in his heart and ordered his retreat.

Ning Chen flashed and returned to Jiang Xin's side, without chasing him. He was less than a hundred miles away from Wanxue Mountain. Since the people from the holy land had appeared, Wanxue Mountain must have known their identities.

It seems that there is no need to go to tomorrow's challenge again.

The cold wind was flying, and the desolation after the war was reflected all over the eyes. By the bonfire, the heart suddenly took that critical step. In an instant, the white light sublimated endlessly, illuminating a hundred feet in a radius.
Chapter completed!