Tu Hu said, but then changed his tone and shook his head: "But what's the use? Of these people here, who can you beat?"
Shangguan Ningjing said: "They often say that mortals are mortals after all, and they will never be able to defeat the monsters in this world. But in my opinion, there are always exceptions in this world. How do you know if you don't try?"
The little beggar looked at this man and said, "Brother Shangguan, why do you have to ask for trouble?"
"It's not like you're asking for trouble."
Shangguan Ningjing laughed and said: "At least you can't insult my sword."
"Stubborn." The little beggar shook his head and said nothing more.
Usually stubborn people rarely end well.
The little beggar paused and said: "Let me do it, lest you be beaten to death, it can be considered a good thing."
Shangguan Ningjing paused for a moment, then tightened his grip on the sword and uttered one word.
"please."
Seeing this, the little beggar stepped forward, raised his hand and said, "Just ask for a move first, otherwise you won't have a chance to practice swinging the sword."
"That's offending."
When Shangguan Ningjing saw this, he raised his sword. As his blood surged, the sword in his hand turned into a thunderous giant and slashed away.
The little beggar raised his hand and waved it away.
Shangguan Ningjing's figure paused, and a force of palm shook all his hair.
It was only in an instant.
That palm scattered all the blood and energy around him, and the sword energy also turned into nothingness.
Sometimes an idea is an idea, but the reality is something else.
Swordsmen holding swords in the world are still mortals after all. Even if they are extremely talented, they cannot be more than mortals. They are still vulnerable to inhuman power.
This is ridiculous.
Regardless of the misunderstanding or his courage to draw the sword, it is ridiculous to outsiders.
But Shangguan Ningjing didn't think so.
He just thinks that he has not yet reached a certain level. He always firmly believes that warriors will eventually have a chance to defeat these extraordinary people. Now, he just lacks something.
Swordsmen are stubborn.
"puff……"
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Shangguan Ningjing's hand relaxed, and the sword fell straight down.
"Brother Shangguan!"
The old cow screamed in surprise, and with quick eyes and quick hands, he held it up, preventing it from falling into the lake along with the sword.
Shangguan Ningjing opened his mouth slightly and coughed out some blood. He gasped for air, but his breath was blocked by the blood in his throat.
Only then did Lao Niu turn him over.
Blood dropped from the corners of his mouth, and his breathing became easier immediately.
Shangguan Ningjing took a few deep breaths. He was not dead, but was seriously injured. Now he can't lift his strength, as if all the bones in his body are broken.
Seeing this, Zhu Wuwei couldn't help but sneered: "You bald donkey really have a kind heart."
If it were him, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have any bones left.
The little beggar heard this and said, "I don't practice Buddhism, and I'm not a bald donkey. If you talk too much, you might as well eat two of my palms."
Zhu Wuneng heard this and said: "A bald donkey is a bald donkey. It uses Buddhist skills but doesn't recognize it as a Buddhist. I, old pig, are not as thick-skinned as you!"
After hearing this, the little beggar's lotus mark on his eyebrows flashed, and he seemed to be planning to take action.
Seeing this, Hu Shilan said: "Are you two going to cause trouble?"
The little beggar paused after hearing this. He looked at Hu Shilan, his face slightly unconvinced, but he still said: "You are powerful, I can't beat you."
After saying that, he became silent.
The little beggar knows the current situation, and he will not force himself to fight if he can't handle it.
The pig was incompetent but not afraid, and shouted: "What does it have to do with you? I give you some face, old pig, because I think of you, and you want to wake me up?"
Hu Shilan looked at him.
Zhu Wuwei frowned and said, "What are you looking at? Don't think I'm afraid of you!"
Hu Shilan raised her hand and made two fingers together, and then she saw an ice cone forming in front of her body, which was so cold that it made people tremble.
Zhu Wuwei was startled when he saw this, and quickly hid aside.
Hu Shilan said: "What are you hiding from? You were so loud just now?"
Zhu Wuwei looked at her and said, "Old Zhu, I can't stand people like you who bully the small ones."
Hu Shilan held up her claws and was about to take action.
"Wait, wait, wait!!"
Zhu Wuwei quickly waved his hands and said: "That's not what I meant, that's not what I meant..."
"A gentleman talks but doesn't do things; a gentleman talks but doesn't do things!"
"Zheng!"
The ice pick suddenly stabbed away.
Zhu Wuwei was immediately startled and dodged aside.
The ice pick scraped across his cheek, causing the flesh on his face to tremble three times.
The pig was so frightened that it did not dare to move and was trembling.
Hu Shilan just said calmly: "I won't do it next time."
Zhu Wuwei immediately breathed a sigh of relief and stopped uttering evil words.
The little beggar laughed heartily at the side, pointing at the pig and laughing at his incompetence.
Zhu Wuwei scolded: "Bald donkey, if you laugh again, I will knock out all your teeth!"
"You try?" said the little beggar.
Seeing that they were about to argue again, Hu Shilan frowned and looked away.
The little beggar and Zhu Wuwei looked at each other. They both couldn't stand it, but they didn't make any mistakes and turned away.
Shangguan Ningjing heard the quarrel coming from his ears.
He realized that he had been ignored in just the blink of an eye.
It seemed that a warrior like him who couldn't take a single move was completely worthless in their eyes, and no one cared about his life or death.
"Ahem..."
Shangguan Ningjing slowly woke up a little.
Lao Niu asked: "Is there anything wrong?"
Shangguan Ningjing waved his hand and said: "I'm leaving first..."
"Walk?"
Lao Niu was stunned for a moment and asked: "How are you going?"
Shangguan Ningjing didn't answer. He used a little force to break away from the old cow, and then saw him turn over and fall into the lake.
"thump."
"Brother Shangguan?!"
The old cow was startled and wanted to roll down to save him.
But then they saw Shangguan Ningjing, who had fallen into the lake, swimming towards the shore bit by bit, dragging his aching body.
His face turned pale, but he never stopped.
Lao Niu opened his mouth, a little stunned.
On that shore.
Ru paused for a moment when he saw this scene.
She looked at Mr. Chen as if asking.
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "No need to help him, he can swim to the shore by himself."
Ruyi pursed her lips and said: "It's so miserable..."
When Mo Yuan heard this, he laughed and said, "Maybe he doesn't appreciate this sympathy."
Ruyi naturally understands why Brother Mo said this.
Rather than being sarcastic, she has been traveling around the world all year round and has seen many people, like Shangguan Ningjing, who cannot be seen more often. They are the kind of people who would rather starve to death from exhaustion than bow their heads.
Some people say that this kind of people are stupid, and they only have to endure hardships to repeat themselves. But some people agree, because in their view, people can never give up their dignity and self while living in the world. This is the foundation of being a human being.
Shangguan Ningjing climbed from the lake to the shore.
"Ahem..."
He choked on his saliva, but quickly recovered.
Drenched all over, like a lost dog, he took steps and limped away from here.
And his sword was left at the bottom of the lake.
There was perseverance in his lonely eyes.
Maybe one day, he will come back here and take away the sword he left at the bottom of the lake.