Although there are not many cultivators who are still listening attentively to the sermon, there are also quite a few. At least Cao Zhi of Bailu Taoist Academy is not in a bad mood, but judging from his sweating appearance, he probably won't be able to hold on.
how long.
After Nangong Zhuiyue and Queer glanced around the field, their eyes fell on Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning is also one of the remaining persisters!
But if it were just that, the two girls would not pay too much attention to it. Whether it was Nangong Zhuiyue or Queer, they had great backgrounds. What kind of genius had they never seen before? The reason that really made them focus on Jiang Ning was because Jiang Ning was not only in
Listen, his hands are still calculating unconsciously.
The five fingers of Jiang Ning's right hand were flying, and every time they flew, there was a light array the size of a fingernail beating and disillusioning. On the other hand, no one else, including the famous genius of the Li family, Li Kongsha, showed no signs of it.
Ever since, Jiang Ning has become particularly eye-catching in the entire Tingxian Square.
Even the old guys on the pulpit noticed him.
"What the hell are you doing, little bastard? I've never heard of those barbarians from the Zhan Sect being proficient in magic." Nangong Ming squinted his eyes, trying to see more of Jiang Ning's skills and deduce where his roots were.
The Zhan Sect advocates defeating ten guilds with one force, and focuses on cultivating the body. Although there are formation masters and talisman masters in the sect, most of them are for worship, and their strength is not outstanding. If it hadn't been for a cause and effect fifteen years ago, the formation masters were eliminated.
Master, I'm afraid we don't even have a sect protective formation now.
Not to mention having a disciple who is so proficient in magic.
To take a step back, even if there were, Zhan Zong would definitely hold him in the palm of his hand like a treasure. How could he let him travel thousands of miles to Dongzhou without fear of being slaughtered along the way?
Nangong Ming couldn't understand, and he had a headache now.
Li Kongsha concealed himself very well, but he couldn't escape the eyes of this old monster.
He saw the strong murderous intent in Li Kongsha's eyes, but Nangong Ming didn't intend to care about it for the time being. Whether it was Li Yingtian or Jiang Ning, they were all young talents with great backgrounds. Anyone could be his grandson-in-law.
All we have to wait now is to see who is better between the two of them.
Merchants always believe in one sentence, there are no permanent enemies, only constant interests. As long as Jiang Ning can show a value that far exceeds that of Li Yingtian, Nangong Ming will not mind satisfying his granddaughter and Jiang Ning.
The sound of Taoism in the field became louder and louder. After everyone had dinner, Cao Zhi couldn't hold on any longer.
He spat out blood with a loud sound, and his face was like gold paper.
"Damn it!" Cao Zhi punched the table next to him and broke it in half.
Seeing this, the disciples of Bailu Taoist Academy hurriedly comforted: "Senior Brother Cao, don't be angry. You are not good at magic to begin with. If you can persist until now, you are enough to be proud of the others."
When Cao Zhi heard this, his expression softened slightly, but then he saw Jiang Ning opposite him. Not only had he not been backlashed by the great avenue, but he had also entered into an epiphany. Especially on his right hand, various small formations were operating, light and dark changes, and big and small formations were moving.
He has the demeanor of a master of magic.
Cao Zhi's face alternated between green and red, his throat felt sweet, and blood spurted out again.
"Jiang Ning, who are you?" He gritted his teeth with hatred.
In the field, more than half of the famous preachers have preached, and more than half of the cultivators who can't persist in the field have been eliminated. And as time goes by, the number of people who give up is still increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the sixth famous teacher starts to speak, the field
Only Li Kongsha and Jiang Ning were left listening.
"My dear mother, what's Jiang Ning's background? How can he persist for so long?"
"The only person on the field who can compare with him now is the Young Master Killer of the Li family. Could it be that Jiang Ning can compete with Young Master Killer in terms of spells? That would be ridiculous!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Jiang Ning must be pretending on purpose. In fact, he didn't listen at all!"
People always subconsciously like to question the newly emerged strong people, thinking that the other party is inferior to themselves, and all the results are just pretentious means, but in fact, most of the time, they are too self-righteous.
Fortunately, Jiang Ning couldn't hear their criticism. He was now completely immersed in magic.
"The number of heaven, one, produces water; the number of earth, six, produces it. The number of earth, two, produces fire; the number of heaven, seven, produces it. The number of heaven, three, produces wood; the number of earth, eight
, it is completed. The number of the earth, four, generates gold; the number of the sky, nine, it is completed."
The words spoken by famous celebrities are getting simpler and simpler, and the number of words is getting smaller and smaller. As the saying goes, the greatest simplicity is nothing more than this.
"Is this the true Tao?" Nangong Zhuiyue asked in surprise.
Her family background gave her a lot of knowledge even though she didn't have very good qualifications. When she heard the old man's words, she knew that what he said was the true Tao.
But even if she knew, there was nothing she could do, because she couldn't understand it at all. Tao can only be understood, not expressed in words. Those who understand understand it, and those who don't understand still don't understand no matter how they explain it.
"Now let's see whether brother Jiangning wins or brother Li's family is better." Que'er was heartless and didn't bother to listen at all. He twisted a piece of cool cake in his hand and asked while eating: "Sister Zhuiyue, what are you doing?
Who do you think it could be?"
Nangong Zhuiyue didn't even think about it and replied directly: "Jiang Ning."
She chose Li Kong to kill because she was not clear-headed. The way the other person looked at her just now made her want to crush him to death.
Que'er took another bite of the cool cake, puffed out her cheeks for a long time, and said, "Then I'll bet on brother Li. If you lose, sister Zhuiyue, can you give brother Jiangning to me?"
She bet on Li Kongsha because he had been famous for a long time and was Li Yingtian's cousin, so his quality was guaranteed. However, Jiang Ning's performance made Que'er feel that he was a good embryo. He might be able to train another fighter after he brought it back to the family.
The worship of the powerful demon.
That's why she made a bet with Nangong Zhuiyue, trying to please both parties in this way.
Who is Nangong Zhuiyue? He took over Zhuiyue Inn at the age of fourteen. His level of strength was not good, but he was extremely smart and could not detect the other party's little plans.
A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Okay, but what if you lose, Sister Que'er?"
Que'er smiled sweetly and said: "If Que'er loses, let Sister Zhuiyue grow up and I'll do the pissing. As long as Sister doesn't think it's an advantage for Brother Jiangning, a big pervert, that's fine."
Nangong Zhuiyue: "..."
She was really afraid of Que'er's mouth and dared to say anything.
Although Kyushu Continent is not that conservative, a girl who has not left the government is just talking about making a fool of herself. No matter how she sounds, it will make people blush.
"The seventh one!" At this moment, someone shouted.
When everyone looked, it turned out that the famous preacher had reached the seventh one, and there was only one left. Today's talk session was about to end.
"Oh my god, they can't last until the end of the eighth game, right?" Some people couldn't believe it.
A middle-aged woman who had participated in it several times interrupted: "No, the talk is held every three years, and this year is the ninth. Except for the first and fifth times, someone can hear the end, and everyone else can
You will be defeated by the sixth Su Lao."
"For Mr. Li and the young man in red to be tied for seventh place, that's already the limit." The middle-aged woman said firmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Kongsha opened his eyes suddenly, his body twitched, and a trace of bright red overflowed from the corner of his mouth.