"Sword Saint?" Ding Ling was surprised, although this name made him feel awesome... but he really didn't know what this name represents and what it means.

Feng Wanxue sat down beside the bed.

Bai Susu's face changed after thinking for a moment. She sat down next to Feng Wanxue, and the two of them looked at Ding Ling at the same time.

Ding Ling's expression kept changing, and eventually turned into a shocking and suspicion: "Who is the Sword Saint...? Why did he kill me?"

"The Sword Saint is just a title. And the person who obtained this title must be Nine Heavens... To be precise, it is Hao Tianjun among Nine Heavens."

Feng Wanxue told the story in a leisurely manner, and her beautiful eyebrows were condensed into a ball.

Ding Ling took a breath of air conditioning. After a moment, he thought of a question and asked: "Wan Xue, why do you know this?"

Feng Wanxue smiled bitterly: "The inheritance of the Nine Heavens is more than a thousand years. Do you think... since our Feng family is a family that practices swordsmanship, can't even make a sword saint?"

Ding Ling shouted, "Then is the person who attacked me today from your Feng family?"

"How is it possible? The Feng family has become the ancestor of the sword saint hundreds of years ago. This is why..." Feng Wanxue said and paused: "This is why I know a lot of things in the Nine Heavens."

Ding Ling remembered that when he found out from Yinyuanhui that it was Zhu Tianjun's industry that took action against the Ding family, he had asked Feng Wanxue. At that time, Feng Wanxue was very familiar with Jiutian. It turned out that it was because there were people from her family's ancestors who were also one of the members of Jiutian...

Feng Wanxue looked up at everyone and whispered: "Jiutian is really terrifying. Every generation of Jiutian must have the strength of the holy realm to inherit the throne. Although there are only nine of them, these nine people have clear division of labor, and their respective advantages are quite clear, such as the Sword Saint, who is the full-time thug... The thug. Zhu Tianjun is a logistics officer and makes money for Jiutian."

"Some people even suspect that the Yinyuan Society, which is omnipresent and has amazing strength, is actually under the control of Jiutian!"

"In addition, there should be someone in charge of the money in the Nine Heavens. There have been rumors that the legendary Rothschild consortium hidden the deepest in the West is actually under the control of Nine Heavens."

Listening to Feng Wanxue's secrets, not only Ding Ling, but even Bai Susu felt dry mouth. Zuo Ling was already stunned.

Bai Susu murmured: "Rothschild... the legendary family of 50 trillion will be from Nine Heavens?"

"So, when Ding Ling asked me, I advised him not to go against Jiutian! This is not the same level at all." Feng Wanxue took a deep breath and said, "And Jiutian's rules of conduct are to maintain order. Unless someone provokes, they will basically not take action."

Ding Ling gritted his teeth and smiled: "Provocation? When did I provoke Jiutian? Well... I admit that I suspect that my mother's death is related to Jiutian, and I also thought about fighting them in the future. But isn't that just an idea? Paralyzed... are they going to be ready to get rid of the roots?"

As Ding Ling sat on the bed, everyone fell into silence. The atmosphere suddenly became solemn and weird.

However, at this moment, Mingyue, who had been speaking without saying anything, had been staring at the computer screen.

Her expression has not changed much, and her tone... has not changed, and she is still the faint, with a hint of indifference.

"Nine Heavens? Do a group of ordinary people dare to claim to be the Nine Heavens?"

After Mingyue finished speaking, a hint of sneer rose from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes swept across Bai Susu and Feng Wanxue's face, and finally stopped on Ding Ling's face.

"Ding Ling, if your mother was really killed by Jiutian... Today, the Sword Saint attacked you, and he wanted to eradicate the roots, what would you do?"

Ding Ling was shocked when he heard this. He raised his head in surprise and stared at Mingyue.

The bright moon's eyes were like autumn water, staring at him quietly.

Yes, if Jiutian really killed his mother and now he is here to kill him again... what should he do?

Facing Mingyue's gaze, a fire in Ding Ling's heart instantly rose. The fire became stronger and stronger, and in a moment, his heart burned red.

"Fuck!" Ding Ling took a deep breath, punched the bed with a punch, and said sternly: "It's just one thing, or it's another thing! Damn! You have to be right first!"

Yes, this is Ding Ling's style. It's simple, rough and tough!

A trace of praise flowed out from Mingyue's eyes, and then she stopped her gaze on Bai Sushu's face.

Bai Susu took a breath and her expression gradually became firm.

Feng Wanxue opened her eyes, her eyes were unprecedentedly bright.

"I said, the so-called Nine Heavens are just a group of ordinary people." Mingyue carried her little hands on her back, and she raised her head and looked at the ceiling.

"Although my spiritual sense was stopped, I could still vaguely feel that there were indeed people above who didn't want me to live a little more moisturized life... Then..." Mingyue said and stared at Ding Ling again: "Ding Ling, you should work harder."

Ding Ling was stunned: "Why should I get stronger? I'm already at the holy level, Mingyue! I've only been practicing for half a year and I've been at the holy level... Do you want me to break through to the realm of the earth?"

"The holy realm is up, chances are very important, but the combat strength is different." Mingyue withdrew her gaze and pondered: "You go find Ito Yukiko and learn her kendo and ninjutsu."

"ah?"

"What you understand is the rules of space, and ninjutsu is the most suitable. Moreover, your killing skill is the most perfect in combination with the kendo!"

"You can try to think about it. If the kendo that Ito Ogawa uses today is your God of Killing Skill, would you still have a chance to escape?"

Ding Ling's mind turned around, and he immediately shook his head.

"That's it." Mingyue said, looking at Bai Susu and Feng Wanxue again: "You don't want to watch Ding Ling die, so you go back and ask, the old guys in the ancestral hall, they can come out."

Bai Susu immediately stood up: "I'll go back first. The fourth elder has a good impression of Ding Ling. If he knew that Jiutian took action against him, he should be in charge."

Feng Wanxue hesitated and said, "My family..." As she said that, she smiled bitterly, "Mingyue, my master is named Wuming."

Mingyue raised her eyebrows: "What does it mean to be an unknown master? I'll just give you a title?"

Listening to Mingyue's domineering and even the tone of the big room, Feng Wanxue's face instantly turned into a ripe apple!

After a moment, she summoned the Kaitian Art and almost ran back to her cave.

Bai Susu looked at Mingyue, smiled helplessly and summoned the teleportation from Qingyu Altar.

Mingyue's tone... seemed to be like being a big room? Bai Susu thought in her heart, and then remembered Mingyue's identity. She suddenly felt that her status seemed to be in danger.

After the two left, Ding Ling, who buried his head in his crotch, raised his head. Then he immediately encountered Zuo Ling's smile-like look.

"What a blessing!" Zuo Ling stubbed, pulled out the storage disk, waved his hand at Ding Ling: "Good luck." Then he jumped out of the window and left.

Mingyue grabbed Ding Ling's hand and instantly returned to his body: "I won't come out before you break through the middle level of the holy realm! I want to see how awesome the so-called sword saint is! Go back to Youxutian quickly and find that Yukiko!"
Chapter completed!