Senior Brother Zhu looked angry and stretched out his right hand to draw the sword.
"Senior Brother Zhu, wait a minute!"
Ning Ling stretched out her hand to stop Senior Brother Zhu, then turned to Zheng Xiaoliu and said coldly: "Zheng Xiaoliu, I will get that thing no matter what, please give me a price!"
"snort!"
Although Zheng Xiaoliu didn't want to see Ning Ling, Ning Ling's cultivation level was several levels higher than him, and he didn't want to be chased by such a master all the time, so he said:
"It would have been fine if it had been this way earlier. It would have been good for everyone, and it wouldn't have caused such trouble now. But it's a pity that that thing is gone now."
"No more?"
Ning Ling frowned, sensing Zheng Xiaoliu's third-rate peak cultivation level, and said coldly: "Hmph! Each person can only take one pill of that thing. Even if you use one, there are still six pills left.
yes."
"hehe!"
Zheng Xiaoliu nodded leisurely and said with a smile: "There are indeed six more, but I have already sold them."
"Sold?"
Ning Ling's eyes widened, and her cold voice was a little urgent: "Who did you sell it to?"
"Sold to me!"
Luo Chen, who was standing aside with his arms crossed, smiled lightly.
"you?"
When Ning Ling heard this, she glanced at Luo Chen and asked Zheng Xiaoliu, "Is what he said true?"
"good!"
Zheng Xiaoliu nodded and said.
"snort!"
Ning Ling had a cold face and said in a cold voice: "How can a young third-rate warrior like him afford this priceless golden lotus? Zheng Xiaoliu, are you kidding me?"
"Believe it or not!"
Zheng Xiaoliu spread his hands and shrugged.
"snort!"
Seeing this, Senior Brother Zhu gave Zheng Xiaoliu a cold look and said to Ning Ling: "Junior Sister, stop talking nonsense to him. If you take him down, you will naturally find a way to make him talk."
After saying that, Senior Brother Zhu drew his sword and was about to attack Zheng Xiaoliu, but was stopped by Ning Ling:
"Senior Brother Zhu, come here, little sister!"
After saying that, Ning Ling looked at Zheng Xiaoliu expressionlessly: "Since you insist on suffering some pain, then I will help you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Lingyu's hands turned into claws and grabbed Zheng Xiaoliu's neck.
"Haha, have you asked me if you touched my friend?"
Luo Chen, who was standing with his arms crossed, smiled lightly, and moved his body to block Zheng Xiaoliu.
Then, he grabbed Ning Ling's wrist and turned it to the right.
Luo Chen's sudden attack shocked Ning Ling, and she couldn't care about anything else. In order to prevent her arm from being broken, Ning Ling hurriedly followed the flying spin, then shook her hand, got rid of Luo Chen's palm, and flew back.
"Hey! Why did the fight start..."
"Hey! It's true...there's something good to watch now."
"Wow! There is also a white tiger at the level of a ferocious beast. She is in the middle second-rate realm. Could this woman be the proud daughter of the Huashan Sect, Ning Ling?"
Passers-by who passed by Luo Chen and others saw this and hurriedly avoided it.
People who heard the sound in the distance gathered around to watch the excitement. Seeing the white tiger next to Ning Ling and Ning Ling's cultivation, some people immediately recognized Ning Ling's identity.
"Have you hidden your cultivation?"
Ning Ling stood still again, ignoring the comments of passers-by and looking at Luo Chen with doubts in her eyes.
"Hey! What do you think?"
Luo Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at Ning Ling with a teasing expression.
"Huh! You'll know after you try it."
Ning Ling pulled out the sword in her hand and stabbed Luo Chen in the neck.
"hehe!"
The corners of Luo Chen's mouth raised and he stayed still. When the tip of the sword was about to hit his Adam's apple, he turned his upper body slightly to one side to avoid the sword blow.
"Whoa!"
The sword pierced the air, Ning Ling's hand holding the sword turned over, and the sword blade cut Luo Chen's neck again.
When Luo Chen saw this, he lowered his head suddenly, and the sword immediately sliced away from the back of Luo Chen's neck.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Chen took the opportunity to slap Ning Ling on the waist.
"Oh!"
Ning Ling shouted softly, kicked the ground with her right foot, and flew away, avoiding Luo Chen's palm.
"Haha, it's my turn."
Luo Chen chuckled, put away the Qi Storing Technique, and the aura of the late second-rate realm suddenly burst out.
"What? Second-rate late stage?"
Ning Ling, Senior Brother Zhu, and the warriors watching the excitement were suddenly stunned.
"you……"
Senior Brother Zhu trembled and pointed at Luo Chen: "How is that possible? How old are you?"
"Hehe! Three slashes in a row!"
Ignoring the shocked looks of others, Luo Chen put his feet on the ground and climbed up in the air. With a flash of cold light, the thunder knife was instantly unsheathed and struck towards Ning Ling.
"snort!"
Ning Ling, who was in shock, came to her senses instantly and hurriedly swung her sword to block.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
Three sword strikes in a row, each one more powerful than the last, all hit Ning Ling's sword blade.
"quack……"
"uh-huh!"
"Shua..."
Cracks suddenly appeared on the bluestone floor under Ning Ling's feet. Ning Ling, who tried her best to block with her sword, let out a muffled grunt, and her body suddenly felt like a cannonball being discharged. Her feet pressed against the ground and she flew backwards.
"snort!"
Holding back the surging energy and blood in her body, Ning Ling snorted coldly, kicked her right foot back on the ground, slid out three or four meters, and stopped immediately.
"roar!"
Bai Hu immediately ran to Ning Ling, roared, and grinned at Luo Chen.
"Junior sister!"
Senior Brother Zhu hurried to Ning Ling's side and asked nervously: "Junior Sister, are you okay?"
"I'm fine!"
Ning Ling shook her head, adjusted her breath slightly, looked at the three gaps on the sword blade in her hand, and asked Luo Chen, "Who are you? Which family's disciple?"
After saying that, Ning Ling looked at Luo Chen with a hint of jealousy in her eyes.
Think of her as the crown jewel of one of the eight most famous martial arts sects, the Huashan sect. She was extremely talented since she was a child, and she reached the mid-level second-rate level at the age of only 21. But now she is no match for a young boy who appeared out of nowhere.
The gap in her heart made Ning Ling want to get the Seventh Golden Lotus even more to break through the bottleneck that had stuck her for five or six years.
"Yes! Which young man is this from? At such a young age, he has such a terrifying cultivation level as a late second-rate person?"
"Yeah! Looking at his age, he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, right? He is actually more talented than Ning Ling."
"I have never heard of any of the eight martial arts sects producing such a young evildoer! Could it be that the imperial court has been hiding it?"
…
"hehe!"
Listening to Ning Ling's questions and the comments of passers-by, Luo Chen smiled noncommittally and did not answer.
But looking at the sword in Ning Ling's hand, Luo Chen was a little surprised. He didn't expect that after the sword withstood three blows from the Thunder Knife, it didn't break, but only had three gaps. It seemed that the sword didn't break either.
Simple.
"hey-hey!"
Zheng Xiaoliu, who was standing aside, smiled and looked at Ning Ling with a teasing look on his face: "What? I can't beat you. Are you asking so clearly because you want to find someone to take revenge afterward?"
"Boy, do you want to die?"
Senior Brother Zhu looked at Zheng Xiaoliu with a cold face and murderous intent.
"Hehe! It's not yet certain who will kill whom!"
Zheng Xiaoliu smiled without a smile, and when he spoke, the aura of the peak third-rate realm was looming in his body.