Chapter 1573

"Bingwei is invincible!"

The Fusang warriors immediately stopped, cheered excitedly, and looked at Bing Wei shishiro with fanatical eyes.

I don't blame them for that. After all, the image of Bing Wei 13 Lang at the moment looks much more important than the embarrassed Jing Qian. At least he didn't spit blood.

Ding Ning's mouth was full of ridicule. The soldier Wei Shilang was dead and wanted face to suffer. In order not to lose face, he pressed down the blood of his throat, but he didn't know that although his face looked better, his injury would become more and more serious.

Jing Qianchong was different. Although he vomited blood, it was just a mouthful of congestion affected by the aftershock. Instead, he was all right. In addition, his body was much stronger than Bing weishilang, and his recovery speed was much faster than him.

At this time, Jing Qianzhong still has the power of World War I, but Bing Wei Shilang is at the end of a powerful crossbow. If he starts again, he will not be the enemy of Jing Qianzhong's move.

"You lost."

Bing Wei shisanlang endured his injury, still looking like a domineering man, raised his head and said condescently.

Jing Qianzhong was stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "I lost."

Ding Ning was stunned. He reacted and couldn't help laughing angrily: "it's really shameless. Jing qian can kill you as soon as he raises his hand. You're not the enemy of his move at all. You're the one who lost."

Bing Wei shisanlang's face sank and stared at Ding Ning bitterly. He was about to make a sophistry, but Jing Qianzhong candidly said, "I didn't solve him in five minutes. I lost."

Ding Ning looked at Jing Qianzhong with complex eyes and said solemnly, "I'll fight with you fairly when you recover from your injury."

Jing Qianzhong took the knife back to its sheath and said with a free and easy smile, "OK, I'm looking forward to it."

With that, he walked away as if there were no one else. When he returned to his seat, he said apologetically, "Lao Zu, let you down."

"It's OK. I'm fine."

Yu Tiejian's eyes were soft and showed understanding.

"The Fusang devil is really shameless. It is clear that he lost, but he has the cheek to say that he won."

"Hum, little devil, I just can't afford to lose. What a shame."

"There's no way. People have a thick skin. Who can say what if they spend that five minutes writing an article?"

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Everyone immediately talked about it. Even those Fusang warriors lowered their heads and felt deeply ashamed of him.

Listening to the people's comments and suggestions, Bing Wei shisanlang's face was ugly. He was always arrogant and couldn't accept defeat at all, but he didn't think that although he cheated and won the game, he lost his dignity, which made the mouthful of blood he had been pressing couldn't help but burst out, and his breath became very depressed.,

Ding Ning glanced disdainfully at Bing Wei shishiro with disgusting eyes: "tell me, how long will it take to heal your wounds? I'll give you a chance to heal your wounds, so as not to lose and say I'm invincible."

Poof!

Bing Wei shisanlang wanted to recover his face in the war with Ding Ning. He ironically spewed out an old mouthful of blood again.

It's the so-called one drum spirit, and then it fades three times. Two mouthfuls of blood gush out in a row. As soon as the gas is vented, he can't even stand stably. Where can he still have the strength to start.

Knowing that this was not the time for hard support, he stared at Ding Ning and said coldly, "I hope I will meet you at the martial arts conference. At that time, I will let you know who is the first genius of the young generation."

Ding Ning smelled that Yan's face became very strange and said with a sneer, "please, uncle, you are very old this year? You are still the first genius of the young generation. Can you order a face?"

"You..."

In a rage, Bing Wei shisanlang forced his shaky body and shouted, "I'm only 48 years old this year. Why can't I be a young generation."

Under the age of 50, martial artists are all young people. Bingwei shisanlang is not wrong to say so. Even Jing Qianzhong has to be recognized. After all, he is 49 years old and is still one year away from 50.

Ding Ning casually touched his chin and showed the color of sudden enlightenment: "that's right. Forty eight is indeed a young generation. Then I can only be a teenager at the age of 22. Alas, I'm still a young man in the flower season."

As soon as this sentence came out, except for a few people who knew Ding Ning's age, others were in an uproar, and their eyes were full of shock.

Twenty two? This young man who can kill the strong in God's martial arts is only 22 years old? Even if he took advantage of the cultivation of border crossing restriction, at his age, he was at least the cultivation of tianwu realm, which was enough for him to crush those so-called talents.

Demons, if Ding Ning didn't lie, he would be the first genius in the martial arts world. No, it can only be described as demons.

Even if night alone and long Xiaotian are here, can they be sure to kill the strong in the martial arts realm?

Long Xiaotian's face hasn't changed at the residence of the dragon family. Ding Ning's evil spirit has numbed him for a long time, and his state of mind has long been peaceful.

At the station of the ghost road gate, the bruised ghost saw his face as gray as death. He sighed melancholy. He wanted to step on the night alone and long Xiaotian and regain the title of the first genius of the young generation. But at the moment, whether Bingwei shisanlang or Jing Qianzhong, it was enough to blow his confidence to pieces, not to mention the evil spirit of Ding Ning.

Bingwei shishiro's face was as disgusting as eating flies. NIMA, he knew Ding Ning was young, but he didn't expect to be so young, more than half younger than himself.

Now Ding Ning is not inferior to his combat power. If he is given another 20 years of growth time, what height can he reach? How dare you mention the first genius of the young generation in front of such a monster?

This made him feel his face was hot, his chest was bored, he couldn't help gushing another mouthful of old blood, and his legs fell to the ground.

"What's the first genius? If you want to say genius, I think little master Wuxiang is the real genius. He's less than 15 years old this year. The world is a strong man in tianwu."

Ding Ning knew that a big tree catches the wind. He immediately began to throw the pot and grandly launched the simple and naive little monk.

Anyway, no one dares to do anything to him when Tianyin temple is covered. Unlike himself, he has no background and no backer. It's not easy to have the support of God level strong people and be given a yellow card warning by the old thing of the emperor. It's better to keep a low profile.

Poof!

Looking at the confused little monk, Bing Wei shisanlang gushed out his blood again. It's so special that people don't live. China, why are there so many demons.

For fear that the world would not be disorderly, Ding Ning pointed to the pudding and shook his head with sobs: "and this pudding brother, did he have 20 this year and broke through tianwu. Compared with them, I really don't dare to call him a genius."

This bastard boy is a lord who will repay for his vengeance. He is absolutely intentional. What's more, he is naked in retaliation. I'm looking for someone to test him.

Yu Tiejian's face is as black as carbon. They deliberately don't recognize pudding, just for fear of revealing his identity and being missed by Saint doctor and Saint sword villa.

But now, Ding Ning seems to praise unintentionally, but he has been pushed to the forefront of the tide by the pudding. It's no good if he doesn't attract people's attention. As long as someone pays a little attention, he will find that the pudding's dress is too similar to the relic of the Holy knife, and it's easy to guess his identity.

The pudding was innocent and said with a bitter smile, "brother Ding, we don't hold the grass and beat the rabbit like this."

"Come on, don't you have a lot of black pot on your back? Since you and Wuxiang are out to wander, they naturally want to make a name for themselves. You can't be unknown all your life. I'm helping you make a name for yourself. You can't bite LV Dongbin and don't know good people."

Ding Ning smiled darkly.

Pudding is depressed, but when you think about it carefully, what brother Ding said seems to be very reasonable. The life of hiding all day is really not a bit challenging and can't play a role in sharpening.

In addition, after all, he was a young man. Why didn't he want to kill the four sides and be in the limelight like Ding Ning.

As a result, the poor pudding, like the innocent little monk, was fooled by the unscrupulous Ding Ning. He just felt his blood boiling, high spirited and proud to straighten his chest. I'm a genius. I'm afraid of who. I didn't see brother Ding in the world of powerful people lament that it's better to praise him.

All the women covered their mouths and smiled. Wuxiang and pudding are really rare talents once in a century. Breaking through tianwu is much younger than Ding Ning. It seems that they are much more talented than him.

But don't forget that they are all famous people. Only with the guidance of their elders and the support of infinite cultivation resources can they achieve such achievements at this age.

What about Ding Ning? What does he have? Several half hanging masters, apart from laying a good foundation for him, have no cultivation resources and no cultivation guidance. Everything depends on his own efforts.

Just six months ago, he was just a martial artist in the personal martial arts realm. In just six months, he has stood here, arrogant in all directions, and even on an equal footing with the high-level of Shengmen.

Such achievements mean that he is a self-made Wu generation, which is far from what Wuxiang and pudding can expect.

It has to be said that in this world, whether it is a rich family, an official family or a rich family, the self-made generation is far more attractive and worthy of respect than the second generation.

Therefore, even if Ding Ning respected Wuxiang and pudding, most people present looked at Ding Ning with awe.

After all, whether it's the mysterious strongman who can kill the holy warrior, the fierce wolf rider, and even his own strength, are all topics that people like to talk about.

"Hum, if it weren't for limiting cultivation, I would kill you like a dog."

Although Bingwei shisanlang has been hit repeatedly, the losers do not lose the array. I can't see Ding Ning's appearance and unconvinced provocation.

"When you're well hurt, you can choose the place, whether you meet in the challenge arena or outside the barrier, and see who will become a dog."

Ding Ning took up his challenge without paying any attention.

Bingwei shisanlang is just the later stage of Shenwu realm. At his age, he is really talented enough, but compared with Ding Ning, he is not a little worse. Apart from the holy martial body, Ding Ning's cultivation realm alone is enough to crush him.

However, there was no difference between outside and inside the enchantment. Anyway, he could not use the spirit and spiritual power, and all depended on the flesh.

"Well, I hope you can laugh then."

Bing Wei shianlang didn't dare to fight with Ding Ning at this time. He was looking for his own death. He allowed the two Fusang warriors to return to the station. He didn't forget to leave a scene before leaving.

A farce ended in such a hasty way. It was nearly noon. The time of the opening ceremony of the martial arts conference had long been wrong, but everyone was not dissatisfied, because all this happened today is really wonderful, which is far more topical than the Martial Arts Conference itself.

The strong man behind Ding Ning killed Shengwu second. He himself killed two divine weapons and the famous God of fire. He has been in the limelight.