Medical Sovereign

"Master Bingwei is invincible!"

The Fusang warriors stopped immediately, cheered excitedly, and looked at Shisanrou Beibei with fanaticism and admiration.

No wonder they are like this, after all, the image of Thirteen Lang at the moment looks much better than that of Jing Qian who is in a state of embarrassment, at least he didn't vomit blood.

The corner of Ding Ning's mouth curled up into a sneering arc. This Thirteenth Guard was enough to suffer for his face. In order not to lose face, he suppressed the blood from his throat, but he didn't know that although his face looked good, the injury would become more serious. .

But Jing Qianzhong is different. Although he vomited blood, it was just a mouthful of congestion caused by the aftermath of the shock. If he vomited it out, he would be fine. In addition, his physical body was far stronger than Thirteen Lang's, and his recovery speed was also much faster than that of Shisan Lang. He is much faster.

At this time, Jing Qianzhong still had the strength to fight, but Bingwei Shisanlang was already at the end of his strength. If he made another move, he would definitely not be the enemy of Jing Qianzhong.

"you lose."

Hei Shisanrou endured the injury, still with the domineering appearance, and said condescendingly with his head held high.

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

Ding Ning was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses, and couldn't help laughing angrily: "It's really shameless, Jing Qianzhong can kill you with a single raise of his hand now, you are not his opponent with a single blow, and the loser is obviously You are right."

Thirteen Lang Bingwei's expression darkened, he stared at Ding Ning resentfully, and was about to quibble, but Jing Qianzhong rushed to say frankly: "I didn't finish him within five minutes, I lost."

Ding Ning glanced at Jing Qianzhong with complicated eyes, and said solemnly: "I will fight you fairly after you recover from your injuries."

Jing Qianzhong put the saber back into its sheath, and said with a free and easy smile, "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

After finishing speaking, he walked away as if no one else was there, and when he returned to his seat, he said apologetically, "Old Ancestor, I have let you down."

"It's okay, it's good that people are fine."

Yu Tiejian's eyes were soft, expressing his understanding.

"This Fusang devil is really shameless,

Obviously he lost, but he still had the cheek to say that he won. "

"Hmph, little devil, I just can't afford to lose, it's really embarrassing."

"I can't help it. I have a thick skin. If I spend those five minutes making a fuss, who can say anything?"

...

Everyone was discussing immediately, and even those Fusang warriors bowed their heads, deeply ashamed of him.

Listening to everyone's discussion and pointing, Thirteenth Heibei's face was so ugly that he was dying. He was always proud and arrogant, and couldn't accept defeat at all, but he never thought that although he cheated and won the game, he lost his dignity. The mouthful of blood that was always suppressed could no longer be held back, and it spurted out with a puff, and the breath became extremely sluggish. ,

Ding Ning glanced disdainfully at Shisanrou Beibei with disgusted eyes: "Tell me, how long will it take to heal your injuries, I will give you a chance to heal your injuries, lest you lose and say that I am invincible."

puff!

Hei Shisanlang originally wanted to fight Ding Ning to regain his face, but he spit out old blood again when he was satirized by his words.

As the saying goes, he was exhausted again and then exhausted, two mouthfuls of blood spurted out in a row, and once that anger was released, he couldn't even stand still, so he didn't have the strength to fight.

Knowing that now is not the time to hold on, he stared at Ding Ning and said coldly: "I hope to meet you at the Warriors Conference, and then I will let you know who is the number one genius of the younger generation."

Hearing this, Ding Ning's face became extremely weird, and he said with a sneer, "Please, uncle, you have a long life this year? You are still the first genius in the younger generation, can you show some face?"

"you……"

Thirteen Lang Biewei was furious, and shouted while supporting his crumbling body, "I'm only forty-eight years old this year, so why can't I be counted among the younger generation."

Under the age of fifty is a young man for a martial artist. It is not wrong for Thirteen Lang Bingwei to say this, and even Jing Qianzhong has to admit it. After all, he is forty-nine this year, and he is one year away from turning fifty.

Ding Ning carelessly stroked his chin, showing a look of sudden realization: "That's right, forty-eight is indeed considered the younger generation, then I, who is twenty-two, can only be considered a teenager. Hey, so I am still a young boy."

As soon as this sentence came out, except for a few people who knew Ding Ning's age, the rest of the people were in an uproar, looking at him with shock.

twenty-two years old? This young man who can kill a strong man in the Divine Martial Realm is only twenty-two years old? Even if he took advantage of the enchantment's limited cultivation, but at his age, his cultivation was at least at the Heavenly Martial Realm, which was enough for him to crush those so-called geniuses.

Monster, if Ding Ning hadn't lied, then he would be the veritable No. 1 genius in the martial arts world. No, this is no longer a genius, it can only be described as a monster.

Even if Ye Duxing and Long Xiaotian were here instead, would they be able to kill a strong man in the Shenwu realm with confidence?

Long Xiaotian's expression didn't change much at the residence of the Long family. Ding Ning's monstrosity had already made him numb, and his mentality was already at peace.

At the base of the Ghost Dao Sect, the ghost with a blue nose and a swollen face looked sad and ashen, and sighed melancholy. He originally wanted to trample Ye Duxing and Long Xiaotian under his feet, and regain the title of the number one genius of the younger generation, but at this moment, whether it is soldiers Wei Shisanlang or Jing Qianzhong are enough to blow his self-confidence to pieces, let alone Ding Ning, that monster.

Hei Shisanrou's face was as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly. Nima, he knew that Ding Ning was young, but he didn't expect to be so young, more than half his age.

The current Ding Ning has a combat power that is not inferior to his. If he is given another 20 years to grow, what height can he reach? In front of such an evildoer, I still have the face to mention the number one genius of the younger generation?

This made him feel his face was burning hot, and his chest was filled with distress. He couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of old blood, and his legs limp and fell to the ground.

"What kind of bullshit is the first genius? If you want to talk about geniuses, I think little master Wuxiang is the real genius. He is not yet fifteen years old this year. He is already a strong man in the Tianwu realm."

Ding Ning is well aware of the principle that a big tree attracts the wind, and immediately begins to throw the pot away, grandly launching the innocent and innocent little master Wuxiang.

Anyway, with the Tianyin Temple behind him, no one dared to do anything to him, unlike me, who had no background and no backing, finally had the backing of a god-level powerhouse, and was given a yellow card warning by that old Human Emperor, so keep a low profile good.

puff!

Thirteen Lang Beibei looked at the young monk Wuxiang who was at a loss and was at a loss, and spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood again, this frankly made people die, Shenzhou, why are there so many evildoers.

Ding Ning pointed at Pudding fearing that the world would not be chaotic, shook his head with a full face and said: "There is also this pudding boy, who has not reached 20 this year, and has also broken through Tianwu. Compared with them, I really dare not call him a genius." ah."

This bastard is a vengeful lord. He definitely did it on purpose. What the fuck, this is blatant revenge on Lao Tzu for finding someone to tempt him.

Yu Tiejian's face was as black as carbon. They deliberately didn't recognize Pudding, because they were afraid of revealing his identity and being missed by the Holy Doctor Sect and the Holy Sword Villa.

But now, Ding Ning’s seemingly unintentional praise was pushed to the forefront by Pudding. It’s impossible not to attract attention. If you pay attention, you will find that Pudding’s dress is too similar to the legacy of the holy sword. It is easy to guess reveal his identity.

With an innocent face, Pudding said with a wry smile: "Brother Ding, we don't bring someone who hugs grass and beats rabbits like this."

"Come on, isn't there a lot of scapegoats for you? Since you and Wuxiang have come out to make a fortune, you naturally want to make a name for yourself. You can't live in obscurity for a lifetime. Brother, this is helping you to make a name for yourself. You can't bite Lu Dongbin like a dog." know people's hearts."

Ding Ning said with a black-bellied smirk.

Pudding was depressed, but thinking about it carefully, what Brother Ding said seemed to make sense, and the life of hiding his head and showing his tail all day was indeed not challenging at all, and it didn't have the effect of tempering at all.

In addition, he has a youthful heart after all, so why doesn't he hope to be able to kill all directions like Ding Ning and steal the limelight.

So, the poor pudding was fooled by the unscrupulous Ding Ning just like the innocent little monk. He felt his blood boil, he was full of energy, and he straightened his chest proudly. I am a genius, who am I afraid of? Brother Ding laments that he is inferior and highly praises it.

A group of women covered their mouths and chuckled, Wuxiang and Pudding were indeed rare geniuses who could only meet once in a hundred years, and the age of Breakthrough Tianwu was also much younger than Ding Ning, it seemed that they were more geniuses than him.

But don't forget, they are all descendants of famous families, with the guidance of their elders and the support of endless cultivation resources, they can achieve such achievements at this age.

And what about Ding Ning? What does he have? A few half-baked masters, apart from giving him a good foundation, have no cultivation resources, nor any guidance on cultivation, and everything has to be done by himself.

Just half a year ago, he was just a personal martial artist, but in just half a year, he has already stood here arrogantly, even sitting on an equal footing with the high-ranking officials of the Holy Sect.

To achieve such an achievement means that he is a first-generation martial artist who started from scratch, far beyond the expectations of second-generation martial artists like Wuxiang and Pudding.

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

Therefore, no matter how much Ding Ning praised Wuxiang and Pudding, most of the people present looked at Ding Ning with awe.

After all, whether it is the mysterious strong man who can instantly kill the holy warrior, the sturdy and iron-blooded wolf rider, or even his own strength, it is a topic that makes people talk about it.

"Hmph, if it wasn't for the restriction of cultivation, I would kill you like a dog."

Although Thirteen Lang Bingwei suffered repeated blows, he did not lose the battle. He couldn't see Ding Ning's shy look, so he challenged Ding Ning unconvinced.

"When you recover from your injury, whether it's in the arena or outside the barrier, you can choose the place as you like. Let's see who will become a dog at the end."

Ding Ning accepted his challenge indifferently.

Shisanlang Bingwei is only at the late stage of the Divine Martial Realm. He is indeed a genius at his age, but compared with Ding Ning, he is not a star and a half behind. Not to mention the holy martial body, Ding Ning's cultivation level alone is enough to crush he.

It's just that it doesn't make any difference to him whether he is outside the barrier or inside the barrier. Anyway, he can't use his soul and spiritual power, and he fights with his body.

"Okay, I hope you can still laugh when the time comes."

Hei Shisanlang didn't dare to fight Ding Ning at this time, no matter how much he wanted face. He was looking for his own death, letting the two Fusang warriors carry him back to the station, and he didn't forget to leave a scene before he left.

A farce ended in such a hasty way. It was almost noon, and the opening ceremony of the martial arts conference had long been missed, but everyone was not dissatisfied, because what happened today was really exciting, far more exciting than the martial arts conference itself. Also be topical.

The strong man behind Ding Ning instantly killed Shengwu, and he personally killed two Shenwus, and also beheaded the famous Vulcan, and he has already done his best.