Although Xia Hou's punch was amazing, what amazed him more was his brother-in-law's terrifying speed.
Ghost, he was really like a ghost. It was just a blur in front of his eyes and his brother-in-law suddenly disappeared. Before he could blink, his brother-in-law had come back. If he did not see Xia Hou suddenly appear beside his brother-in-law, he would have thought that his brother-in-law had not moved at all.
Murong Yixiao's heart pounded, as if he had returned to that night in Ninghai, when he watched the back of that devil-like figure who slaughtered the enemies, the shocking giant virtual shadow of the Buddha, and the peerlessly terrifying power, which had long been deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul, making him tremble, worship, and admire him.
"Brother-in-law!"
As soon as Murong Yixiao spoke, his hoarse voice startled even himself.
"What's wrong? Yixiao. "
In fact, Ding Ning did not like Murong Yixiao very much before. He thought that Murong Yixiao was a brainless playboy, but since he learned that Murong Yixiao had blocked the hot kettle for his sister at the risk of his own life, his impression of Murong Yixiao had changed greatly, and he recognized this brother-in-law who was not bad at heart.
"I, I want to be stronger. Sister, brother-in-law, can you, can you accept me as your disciple?"
Murong Yixiao stammered. Somehow, he was unprecedentedly nervous at this moment, and his eyes were full of expectation.
He was once ambitious and yearned for a hot-blooded life of wandering in Jianghu alone with a sword, doing chivalry and helping the weak, but he could not break through his family's inherited cultivation method, which made him farther and farther away from his dream of a Jianghu life until it was so far away.
He had watched several Warriors' Competitions and admired those so-called masters, but none of those Warriors' Competitions had shocked and shocked him like this one, which had rekindled his extinguished dream of being a Kung Fu master.
Lang Dong, who was violent and direct, Lang Bei, who was cruel and vicious, and Xia Hou, who perfectly demonstrated strength and beauty, all moved him deeply and made him worship and admire them. Compared with them, those warriors who came to participate in the Warriors' Competitions in the past were just children's play, not worth mentioning at all.
Originally, he had planned to beg his brother-in-law to let him be the disciple of one of them, even if he had to pester them. Because in his mind, any one of the three of them was better than his brother-in-law. His brother-in-law was only able to make them listen to him because of his good family background.
But it was not until that moment, when Ding Ning displayed an unparalleled ghostly speed that he suddenly realized that he was wrong. It turned out that the most powerful expert was actually his brother-in-law.
He didn't understand profound martial arts, but he knew very well that in the world of martial arts, only speed was unbeatable. Brother-in-law had a terrifying speed that even the naked eye couldn't detect, so it was easy to imagine how powerful he was.
Ding Ning did not answer, but looked at Murong Yanran. After all, Yixiao was her younger brother, and he could not overstep his bounds and make Yanran unhappy.
Murong Yanran was a little hesitant. After all, she always believed that although Ding Ning could help others improve their cultivation, he would definitely pay a great price. This put her in a dilemma.
Murong Yixiao looked at his elder sister imploringly and played the pity card. "Elder sister, you don't have to stay in the family, but I have to live here. The vicious mother and son may attack me at any time. Can you bear to see your only younger brother being killed by them?"
"All right, don't act pitiful here. It's impossible for me to take you as my disciple."
Ding Ning did not know whether to laugh or cry as he refused Murong Yixiao's request to be his disciple. His face instantly turned gray, and he looked pitiful as if he had nothing to live for.
"After all, you are my brother-in-law. How can I take you as my disciple? Isn't that a gap in seniority?"
Ding Ning's sudden change made Murong Yixiao's sadness turn into joy in an instant. He widened his eyes in disbelief, and his heart uncontrollably began to beat wildly. He stammered, "Brother-in-law, are you willing to teach me?"
Beside him, Wen Rourou gave Ding Ning a big supercilious look. "A gap in seniority? Do you still care about a gap in seniority? My disciple was also taken to bed by you, but you didn't mention the gap in seniority. "
How could the women not know what Wen Rourou meant? They could not help but cover their mouths and chuckle. Ding Ning scratched his head awkwardly, coughed dryly, looked steadily forward, and tried to show the dignity that a brother-in-law should have. "Ahem, ahem, well, I can help you improve your cultivation realm at most. As for martial arts techniques and body movements, your Murong Family has ready-made martial arts techniques, and they are all top-notch ones. I don't need to meddle in other people's business."
"Improve my cultivation realm?"
Murong Yixiao muttered with a perplexed look. He had never practiced hard and knew nothing about the levels of martial arts techniques. How could he know what a cultivation realm was?
Feeling speechless, Ding Ning patted his forehead. "Alas, another novice at cultivation! Yanran, you are responsible for explaining to him."
Murong Yanran rolled her eyes, pulled her younger brother over, and poked his forehead with disappointment. "Since you were a child, that person has asked you to practice hard and learn the common sense of cultivation, but you have never taken it seriously. You still want to be an expert like this!"
"Sister, I was wrong, okay? Please tell me about it. "
Murong Yixiao began to pester his sister, acting coquettishly and cute, and they began to communicate in a low voice.
Ding Ning had a rare moment of peace, and he once again focused his attention on the arena.
This time, the last great grandmaster-level expert was completely scared out of his wits. No matter how Marquis Seven threatened or tempted him, he was unwilling to go up on stage again. This made Marquis Seven lose face and fly into a rage.
Ling Yun said with a sneer, "What? Do you only have so little courage? You can choose any member of our Qingyun Security Company as your opponent, but you dare not? "
Now the score was two to one, so they must lose to Lord Seven's Mansion. Otherwise, if they won three out of five matches, there would be no need to continue the competition. Even if Lord Seven had signed a life-or-death contract, he might break it. Ling Yun naturally would not give him a chance to regret.
"Are you serious?"
Hearing this, the last Great Grandmaster, Mu Ren, brightened up immediately.
Although they belonged to different lords, they came here this time to help Lord Seven's Mansion win the right to represent the underground forces in Ninghai; and they also wanted to win several places to enter the Heaven-accessing Secret Land in the World Martial Artists Competition.
The seven Princes, including the Khan of Heaven, were all obstinate, cruel, and ruthless. They could not tolerate any failure. If Mu Ren could not complete this mission, even if he did not die when he returned, his cultivation would be crippled.
Seeing that Qingyun Security Company was so abnormal that there was no hope of completing the task, Mu Ren had been ready to immediately sneak back and take his family to the end of the world. But he did not expect that Ling Yun would be so arrogant and give them the right to choose freely.
This made him and Lord Seven see the hope of turning defeat into victory. As long as Mu Ren could win this match, it would be a tie of two to two, and the victory was basically set.
In their view, there was no doubt that Lord Seven would win against Ling Yun, so as long as Mu Ren could win this crucial match, they would definitely win.
Faced with the temptation of turning defeat into victory, they did not care about face anymore. Mu Ren carefully selected his opponent from top to bottom, left to right.
Lang Dong, Lang Bei, or Xiahou all made him feel deeply afraid, but there were so many people in the Green Cloud Security Company, and there were many beautiful girls wearing sunglasses among them. He did not believe that even one of the girls was a Great Master Expert.
Therefore, Mu Ren shamelessly locked his target on a woman, a girl who looked very young. "I choose her."
"This is too shameless. He actually chose a little girl."
"How old is that little girl? At most 15 or 16 years old?"
"Yes, it is said that the grassland barbarians regard themselves as warriors, but I did not expect this barbarian to be so shameless."
"Shameless, really shameless. Not only did he choose a woman as his opponent, but he also chose a little girl. He is really desperate."
"Alas, this time Qingyun Security Company is in danger. We can only blame Master Yun for being too arrogant."
"Yes, this is a good situation. Why did he have to do this?"
"He got carried away. Although the grassland barbarian is shameless, it is reasonable for him to choose a soft persimmon. We can't say anything. At most, we will be scolded a little, and we will not lose a piece of meat."
…
The people present suddenly burst into an uproar. Filled with righteous indignation, they all cursed angrily. After all, which person in Jianghu was shameless? It was shameless enough for a man to choose a woman as his opponent, but this guy also chose a minor girl. It was simply too shameless.
Fan Miaomiao was the youngest of the three catgirl sisters. Although she had lived for hundreds of years, even though she had matured a lot after being nourished by Ding Ning, she still looked like a 15 or 16 years old girl, completely like a minor girl.
Although Miaomiao also had the cultivation of the Late-stage of Divine Martial Arts Realm, she had never fought before. Seeing that Mu Ren actually chose her, she immediately panicked and looked at Ding Ning with a pair of innocent big eyes for help.
Her pitiful look made Mu Ren somewhat unable to bear it, but Lord Seven secretly gave him a thumbs-up and praised him for doing a good job. "Shameless, so what? As long as I can win, I don't need to care about the means."
Ling Yun was also a little flustered. She did not know that Mu Ren would be so shameless. After all, Miaomiao looked too young. She did not dare to let Miaomiao take the risk, so she waved her hand repeatedly and said, "No, no, let's choose someone else."
"What? Master Yun, you immediately regret what you just said in public. Do you really think that so many people in Wulin here are decorations? "
Lord Seven said sarcastically, which made Ling Yun speechless at once. She secretly regretted that she had made the decision without authorization, but she had no choice. Ding Ning was entangled by Murong Yixiao just now and did not give her any hint at all. Anyway, he deliberately wanted to lose this game, so she did not take it seriously and made a provocative remark casually.
"It doesn't matter. At worst, I will take the initiative to admit defeat."
Ding Ning was quite calm. He knew that it was not that Miaomiao could not beat Mu Ren, but that she was timid because she had not fought before. With the strength of her Qi and blood and the realm of her cultivation, even if she stood there and let Mu Ren hit her, he might not be able to break her defense.
"Yes, how could I forget? I will directly admit defeat in this round."
Ling Yun suddenly realized it and secretly scolded herself for being muddle-headed. Why didn't she think of directly admitting defeat? Anyway, she deliberately wanted to lose.
"Hahaha, it's good to admit defeat, lest such a beautiful and lovely little girl be chopped into a bloody corpse, which will show how cruel we are."
Lord Seven said with a fake smile and began to use the provocation method again. He hated it in his heart. Four great grandmasters, two were dead and one was disabled. How could he be reconciled if he did not kill several people from Qingyun Security?
Of course, if they directly admitted defeat, he could do nothing. Although he could not vent his hatred, as long as he could obtain the final victory, other things could be ignored.
"Well, we admit defeat in this round …"
How could Ling Yun not know what Lord Seven was thinking? She decisively raised her hand and was ready to admit defeat.
"Wait, I … I want to have a try. Can I?"
Miaomiao suddenly interrupted Ling Yun's words, looked at Ding Ning timidly, and bit her lips with a pleading look.
It was not that she could not stand the provocation and asked to fight, but that the living environment of the three sisters from childhood to adulthood destined them to have a strong sense of crisis. Now the three sisters followed Ding Ning. Ding Ning was their dependence and future.
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