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    Ning Qing has seen people at the eighth level of qi refining. Xiaoqian is almost at this level now, and Yan Chixia and the tree demon grandma are far beyond it. However, to actually fight against such people, except for the time when grandma was the one, now  This is the first time to support the beam. It is impossible to say that I am not nervous, but I am still more excited.  His excitement comes from his confidence in his own growth. In the Underworld Picture, he competed with Xiaoqian. Although Xiaoqian is not very good at fighting and her magic power can only reach the eighth level of Qi refining, she is a senior monk after all. Ning Qing  With Xiaoqian exerting all his strength, he took nearly a hundred moves before showing signs of failure, and about 150 moves before completely failing. This was because he was just playing honestly and using no destructive moves.  Under the premise, if he really let go of the greetings, he felt that he could sustain more than two hundred moves, and even be able to turn defeat into victory at a specific time and in a specific way. He was absolutely confident in this.  It was this kind of confidence that made him rush forward without hesitation and start a fight with Zhou Cong. Lin Xiang was just a step slower, but he could no longer intervene. It was not that his magic power was not enough now.  In order to support a fight of this scale, Ning Qing and Zhou Cong fought too fast, making it difficult for someone with his strength to exert his full strength. For fear of accidentally hitting one of his own, he just stood there and watched depressedly.  , and then the more he looked, the more frightened he became. He was secretly glad that he was not the first one to rush up.  Zhou Cong's sword skills are actually not very good, but his magic power is powerful enough, and his brain in this area is obviously much stronger than usual, and he knows how to use his strengths and avoid weaknesses. He has not seen the competition between Ning Qing and Zhu Shi'an, but he has also seen it.  I heard Wei Qinglin and Yan Baisu talk about it, and knew that the opponent's moves were very powerful. If they were to compete with each other, he would definitely not be his opponent, so he simply ignored Ning Qing's sickle at a weird angle and poured tyrannical magic power into the blade.  To use a square knife with a sledgehammer.  Ning Qing was not a fool. He knew how much he weighed, so of course he refused to confront Zhou Cong head-on. He relied on his agility to carry the Purple Moon Scythe around and throw out a flying cone.  After breaking the spirit stone, when he can no longer run away, he will release the Purple Moon Scythe and dance like a madman.  Zhou Cong had never seen such a bastard. Thinking that Ning Qing was going to fight, he hurriedly took a step back. Unexpectedly, as soon as his feet left the ground, Ning Qing immediately turned around and left, continuing his guerrilla warfare. Zhou Cong had to turn around and pursue again.  After two or three times in a row, Zhou Cong was so angry that he was on fire, but there was nothing he could do against Ning Qing. Although the other party was not as powerful as him, he was very happy when he ran. Especially in this outer mountain, he always had a feeling of falling into an urn.  It seemed that he always had the habit of being unable to improve his strength. He knew that one of the three leaders in Waishan was Qu Liang. Because of his talent in formations, he was accepted as a disciple by the great elder. Ning Qing and Lin Xiang were both on the surface. That one  Qu Liangba Cheng set up the formation in secret.  Zhou Cong just lacked the brain to do things, but he moved his hands very neatly. The big ring knife threw out two sword lights in an unrestrained manner, blocking Ning Qing's path. He jumped up and was close to him, jumping high.  In the air, Ning Qing didn't understand the meaning of the opponent's action for a while. Just when he was about to find a chance to continue walking forward, suddenly Zhou Cong was no longer where he was and was descending at an extremely fast speed. His toes were almost on top of his head.  At this point, Ning Qing hurriedly used the "Fire to Set the Sky" style, and used the blade of the Purple Moon Scythe to push upwards. Just when he was holding himself up, the opponent's whole body was already heavily pressed down.  "Thousand catties of falling!" Zhou Cong shouted, already explaining the characteristics of his moves, while Ning Qing held on with a grimace, but seeing that her knees were about to sink into the soil, she was really unable to do what she wanted.  Lin Xiang saw that the situation was not good and could no longer care about it. He picked up the eight-edged hammer and rushed forward. However, Zhou Cong's agility was almost impossible to deal with Ning Qing, but it was completely different to deal with him. His legs were lightly  As soon as he pressed down, his body floated up like duckweed. At the same time, half of Ning Qing's body was pushed down to the ground. He waited for Lin Xiang to hit the air with a hammer, then fell back down and continued to suppress him.  Ning Qing now understood what the difference between low-level and high-level monks was. It was okay to deal with someone like Xiao Qian who didn't like fighting very much and wasn't very good at fighting. But when it came to someone like Zhou Cong who had experienced many battles,  His combat prowess in all aspects was as good as his own, and even surpassed him in some places. His mana became the biggest problem for both sides. Even though they were evenly matched in other aspects, his mana was completely suppressed by the opponent, and the whole situation began.  One-sided.  Fortunately, Lin Xiang joined the battle group at this time and tried his best to hold off Zhou Cong. He finally climbed out of the pit. He picked up the Purple Moon Scythe with a disgraced face, gritted his teeth and was about to step forward to attack, when suddenly a streak of light fell from the sky.  The white light hit the open space between the three of them. There was a loud bang, and the dust was blown up in all directions. Ning Qing shook his sleeves a few times to disperse the dust in the air, and saw that a large pit measuring one foot square had appeared on the ground.  There was a white feather arrow stuck in the pit. I don't know who released it.  Looking up at Zhou Cong, there was a young man wearing white clothes standing next to him, holding a big silver bow in his hand, Ning QingFeeling a little unfamiliar, Lin Xiang hurriedly came over and said, "This is the second senior brother Ding Yue who is directly connected to the leader. The one in his hand is the Taiyue Bow." "So it's him." Ning Qing nodded, this Ding Yue he once  I heard Jiang Bin mention it, and it seems that he is a very promising disciple under the head, at least much more promising than Zhou Cong. The Taiyue Bow was originally a magic weapon commonly used by the head when he was young, and it has not been given to anyone for decades.  Even the boss Zhao Guang couldn't get it, so he gave it to these two disciples. This shows how much this person is trusted. Now that he has come forward, the fight will naturally not start. At least Zhou Cong's ruthless expression just now is complete.  He disappeared, with only respect on his face.  "Second Senior Brother" Zhou Cong came over with a slumped head.  "Who asked you to come here to make trouble?" "No" Zhou Cong instinctively wanted to tell the truth, but he finally had some brains, so he took it back under Ding Yue's glare, and said with a red face: "My little brother is wrong." "You.  You know you're wrong, why don't you go back!" After Ding Yue said that, he grabbed Zhou Cong by the collar and pushed backwards, and the huge man flew straight out, flying more than ten feet away before he found the target.  He stood up and flew away. Ding Mi and others did not dare to stay. They hurriedly saluted Ding Yue and fled out of the mountain in a panic.  Seeing Zhou Cong and others leaving, Lin Xiang was obviously relieved, but Ning Qing didn't feel relaxed at all. His intuition told him that Ding Yue, who seemed very kind and sensible, was more difficult to deal with than Zhou Cong just now.  If there are too many, God knows what they will do.
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