No one knows why this is.

Even though Ding Ling is just an "ordinary man", why can he defeat the enemy everywhere? The left guard who is several times stronger than him in both speed and strength. Even Lin Mengyuan frowned and looked thoughtful.

But Ding Ling knew.

In this illusion, his realm just disappeared and his spiritual power disappeared. It does not mean... his other abilities have disappeared.

Other abilities, including his combat instinct.

As Bai Susu's most proud "apprentice", Ding Ling realized the same combat instinct as his master early on. This instinct is similar to talent, and once it is understood, it will never be erased.

In short, Ding Ling has a terrifying physical instinct in terms of melee combat. As long as he enters a state of combat, his body will naturally feel danger, and then choose to avoid or attack the enemy's weaknesses by himself.

This instinct does not require thinking, so although the upper level left guard of Wendao is fast, he does not have Ding Ling's combat instinct to be faster.

When he saw the left guard summoning the spirit sword, Ding Ling knew that it seemed that he would not be able to "show his skills" today.

Although he had combat instinct, he had no chance of winning against the spiritual sword. After all, he was a practitioner of the upper level of Wendao. Once the sword control technique came, he could not escape the spiritual skill.

However, he did not draw out the spirit sword, but quietly held the sword and waited for the left military guard to come to the sword.

"Looking for death!" After the left military guard slowly said these four words, he let out a low roar again, so everyone saw that the spiritual sword in his hand suddenly emitted a faint green light. After a pause in the air, he quickly rushed towards Ding Ling.

At the same time, he waved his right hand, and an extremely hot light instantly flew towards Dingling at a faster speed.

Among the onlookers, Mu Liangshan's pupils shrank slightly. He knew that the left guard was using "Immortal Art" and the method of controlling swords. Can Ding Ling... can he avoid it?

Qin Yuanshan and General Jia were in the same mood as Mu Liangshan, and only Sima Wentian smiled at the corner of his mouth. Moreover, while others were looking at Ding Ling and the left guard, his eyes were constantly sweeping over Lin Mengyuan inadvertently.

Such a beautiful girl, but unfortunately she will have no husband soon. Should I be compassionate and take care of Ding Ling for her?

Just when Sima Wentian was having a great dream of spring and autumn in his heart, when the flying sword and the flame were about to burn Ding Ling's clothes, everyone saw...

Ding Ling suddenly disappeared.

Yes, it disappeared!

General Jia was stunned and he stood up in an instant!

What a magic trick? No! Magic? No... it's not a magic trick! Because this young man is not a monster! Not only is he not a monster, he also exudes an extremely strong aura of justice! How could such a person be a monster?

So, is he using the invisibility technique?

No! This young man clearly has no realm! In other words, he is completely a mortal! How could he use the Invisibility Art?

In the field, the left guard also lost his mind in an instant. He looked blankly at the empty front, and ten thousand question marks rose in his heart.

Where is the person?

"Where is here!"

Ding Ling's voice floated behind him, and then the left guard felt a pain in his right waist. He screamed strangely and rushed forward several meters.

He covered his right waist tightly and shouted in horror: "Get the medicine!"

However, after he finished calling, he realized that Ding Ling was standing at the position he had just stood, with disdain on the corner of his mouth, and the spiritual sword in his hand had not even sheathed out!

Ding Ling held the hilt of the sword and knocked the scabbard between the palm of his left hand. He smiled faintly and said, "I haven't even had a sheath, what medicine do you want?"

The left guard withdrew his right hand, and then he realized that there was no blood.

He was extremely shocked and angry, pointing at Ding Ling. Just as he was about to say Ding Ling, General Jia slapped the table heavily.

"Enough."

The left military guard snorted unwillingly.

"Ding Ling is right? With your courage, I think it is appropriate to be a lieutenant." General Jia waved to Ding Ling, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ding Ling returned the spirit sword to Mu Liangshan without even sheathing. He also smiled and said, "General, because I have brought my family, so..."

General Jia raised his eyebrows, and he immediately understood that Lin Mengyuan was what Ding Ling said. So he smiled and said, "Yes, you are the first one to join the army. I mean, do you think you can be competent for the General of the Central Army?"

Ding Ling shrugged: "General, what are the requirements for General Zhonglang?"

"Do you know how to make a military move?"

Ding Ling said modestly: "Er Sun's military strategy and six strategies are all a little bit."

"Oh?!" General Jia became interested immediately when he heard this. He stood up, grabbed Ding Ling's arm and said loudly: "Let's go, I want to see what you know about military tactics!"

An hour later, Ding Ling and General Jia came out of the camp, and he was immediately declared as General of the Central Army. And seeing General Jia's unsatisfactory appearance, it was obvious that he highly praised Ding Ling.

These days, there are many reckless men, but there are very few good generals who are familiar with military tactics! Now that he has brought such a young genius, how can he not make General Jia feel excited? At least, he has the capital to brag about others after he returns!

Everything became natural next time.

Because of General Jia's kindness, Ding Ling made an exception to receive two sets of women's clothing, and he also received armor and a separate camp.

Although this camp is a little small, there is no place to stay except for a floor paving. But in this marching illusion, it is undoubtedly a villa-level enjoyment for Ding Ling.

That night, Muliangshan and several villagers who joined the army in the village invited Ding Ling to the tavern for some food and drink, and during this period they met many Muliangshan's school lieutenant friends.

When Ding Ling returned to the military camp drunk like a business manager, Lin Mengyuan, who had been holding him, finally couldn't help but complain.

"You're going to have a cold, can't you drink less alcohol?"

"Who knew that this wine tasted like cold water, but had such strong momentum." Ding Ling lay in the tent, and he did not lie. The wine from Wuxian Kingdom, or the wine in ancient times, was not high, belonged to the low-altitude rice wine. But even if it was not high, drinking it as cold water like him, there would always be times when he was drunk.

Lin Mengyuan sighed helplessly. She picked up the wooden basin and fetched a basin of water, then washed Ding Ling's face, and then prepared to take off his shoes and socks to wash his feet.

Ding Ling grabbed her hand.

Lin Mengyuan was stunned. She lowered her head and bit her lip and said, "Don't make trouble."

"Nothing happened..." Ding Ling sat up and looked at Lin Mengyuan's red face. He smiled gently, and gently touched her cheek with the intention of drinking.

"Thank you, Mengyuan."
Chapter completed!