Under the like cutting of wood without beauty, the necks of the lizard were all cut open, and its body and forelimbs moved more and more slowly, and finally did not move completely when the whole head was close to falling.

Ding Ning gasped violently, after all, limited to cultivation, his arms have begun to sour and soft, and the exhaustion of real air has made him begin to feel tired.

But he knew that he had no time to stay, and looking at the flesh-wielding lizard, he crouched down, used the last flower sword in his hand as a prying rod, prying off several scales on the back of the lindra, and then carefully began to cut the meat.

For him, killing this beast to take its flesh and blood has been very long, so at this time it is still inevitable to feel some nausea, the most important thing is that the internal organs of the lizard, especially the stomach sac is full of toxins and dirty things that can make the practitioner sick, so he must control his sword front not too deep, do not cut the internal organs when cutting meat.

Looking at the way he carefully cut meat, a student from Baiyun, like Xie Changsheng, returned from the shock, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "He knows how to seem to have a lot."

Xu Heshan took a deep breath and said slowly: "Read more in the rough alley."

The eyebrows of the spring were raised again, and the eyes narrowed slightly.

He was well aware that Xu Heshan's words were a counterattack against him.

Because this is an old saying of the Qin Dynasty, which contains two meanings.

The first level means that people from the ordinary streets and alleys rarely have the opportunity to become practitioners, so most people can only read books and seek a way out in becoming wise men.

Another means that it is precisely because those who come from the streets of the market become practitioners more difficult than the noble children, so those who want to become practitioners will have a greater desire for spiritual knowledge, and they will be hungry to see any book about the practice.

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

"It's too late."Gu Huachun thought about it and felt that Ding Ning, who was still far away from himself, was arguing for some self-deprecation, so he finally calmed down, just softly saying this sentence.

This sentence is very fair, and all the students around the audience are very agreeable and are silent.

Because even if it is only born in the ordinary noble portal, the talent that Ding Ning shows at this moment, I am afraid that as early as six or seven years, he can already step into the path of practice, and his family will give as much as possible to help the practice of things.

However, at this age, he only practiced for a month, so even if he has amazing spiritual talents, he is far behind at this moment and He Changxiang, and even compared with Nangong Zejiao.

Perhaps it is this natural gap of six or seven years behind, in the future in the various comparisons will always be backward, it will always be difficult to catch up.

Xu Heshan knew that this was a fact, he could not argue, and he fell silent, but he felt more unfair, so his heart felt more and more sulky, and his face became more and more ugly.

"It was too late that he started, but we used it to the usual people, but he ran with all his might."However, at this moment, a clear and unspeakable voice of the woman sounded again, passing into the ears of everyone.

Shelby spoke at this moment.

Her eyes never took off from Ding Ning.

At this moment, Ding Ning has completed the cut meat from the back of the iron-armed lizard, the thickest, the thickest, the most difficult to eat, but relatively clean and safe.

Slightly processing the two pieces of meat cut, dripping some blood, and after taking the two pieces of meat on the back with cloth and rattan, because the time was obviously very tight for Ding Ning, he began to stride toward the area where the wolf smoke.

The two meats add up to more than ten pounds, but because his body is weaker than the rest of the practitioners, and he has experienced two fierce battles in a row, especially after killing the armored lizard and cutting meat, the respite is not even, so at this moment he seems to be particularly difficult to run.

Even those on the observation deck can clearly see that Ding Ning's hands and legs are trembling, and they can see his chest as if it were about to break.

The burning breath that squirts out of his mouth, and the steaming heat of his body, are always gushing in front of him and around a layer of white fog.

At this moment, almost all the disciples of the Aries Cave and the Ivy Sword Academy, which have not been eliminated in the area at the entrance, have been far ahead of Ding Ning.

Some of the most successful people are even close to the edge of the area surrounded by wolves, and are about to reach the area that must be entered.

Ding Ning was alone at the end.

Even all the people on the observation deck can easily judge, with his running speed at this moment, in the absence of many accidents, he can only barely enter the area surrounded by wolf smoke before noon.

It is just that his difficult and tenacious, calm running posture at this moment is enough to move people and feel some kind of strength and idea that many people do not have.

Xie Luo's face was filled with porcelain-like radiance, but her eyes were close to the noon sun-like touch.

Ding Ning touched her, the flame in her eyes, and also moved more people on the observation deck.

Ding Ning is on a tough run.

He was racing against time, and he was chasing the young talents of the Aries Cave and the Ivy Sword Academy who were close to the area where they had to be reached.

His body was close to the limit, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest between his breath, and he could not say that he was sad.

But his eyes are always calm and cold, looking at the long-term.

Because what Xie Yue in the stands does not know is that his pursuit at this moment has more meaning... because he is pursuing, and his own life, as well as the powerful practitioners of the long mausoleum, those princes, queens and two phases, and the high, the land of the Qin River is under his feet, and the practice has reached the emperor's throne in the eighth realm.

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...

Just as Ding Ning was running hard, a man wearing a yellow python robe was carrying his hands, standing in a military camp, looking coldly at the streets of the long mausoleum in the distance.

Because the long mausoleum is too big to see the end, it seems blank.

This man's skin is very bright, radiating the luster of the topaz, his forehead is wide, his eyes are very powerful, and it seems that he can hold the entire barracks in his hands at any time.

He is, of course, the general of the Tiger and Wolf North Army.

At this moment, on his side, a black shirt gentleman who looked more than forty years old.

Like the practitioner who lamented that he will succeed in the past, the black-shirted master's hair has also been white, and his face is full of traces left by wind and frost.

“Do you really think I have to do this?”

Liang Lian looked at the distant distance and seriously asked the master next to him.

"General, you must do that."The black shirt master nodded his head and said softly.

Liang Lian turned to look at him and said: "public private use, the use of some means from the hands of the Changling people to seize some self-sufficient capital, even if the failure, at most only caused the queen and the saint's displeament, but let go of the white mountains and waters such a existence, can not get the lonely mountain sword, and even try to collude with the white mountains and waters, this is the real inversion, the Holy Anger, I do not know how many heads will fall."

The black-shirted master's face has not changed, and he still said respectfully softly: "General you know better than I what is the foundation of your foothold in Changling... You, like the head of the night, can be good and vigorous to live, only because the sword in your hands has enough weight, just because you have the value of use, only because you are powerful."

Liang Liang shook his head, "I'm not the same as cold at night."

The black-shirted master also shook his head: "You have had a relationship with the man, and since you have betrayed the man, the saint will think that you may betray him."So he never trusted you as much as the two sides and the thirteen princes.So don't think that as long as you do things for the queen, you can rest easy, if you really follow her and those noble people's ideas, let the night head glorious death, for the queen and the saint to win the sword of the lonely mountain, that night head of the road, is your way."

Liang's face did not change, just a moment of silence.

"The fewer people like the night head and the white mountain water, the more stable the long mausoleum, the more insecure you will be, so you can't easily let such people disappear."Your foundation always comes from your own strength, as long as you are strong enough, even if you can't seal it, at least you can guard the party outside the port."

The black-shirted master slowly raised his head and said slowly and firmly: "We climbed out of the dead pile outside the gate... When the two of us died in a city, we were not afraid."It is difficult to climb to such a position now, so many people have died, the general, are you afraid?Everything we have done in the past has been to be able to take our own path under our own feet, and that is what you have been teaching me.”

Lianglian was silent for a long time.

The autumn wind rolled up the yellow sand on the martial arts field, and was caged on him and the black shirt master.

Instead, his face became gentle, and he nodded his head and said to the black-shirt master: "No!"