Xue Ningshang originally wanted to stop this farce, but Ding Xiaoyi gave him a wink. Although she didn't know what Ding Xiaoyi wanted to do, she still gave up her attempt to stop him.
Ding Xiaoyi saw the fearless sword heart of the third son of Nan Linghou, who dared to draw the sword against an opponent several times stronger than himself. Such a character was also commendable.
The road to spiritual practice is rugged and bumpy, and it is difficult to go on without a strong heart. There is no shortage of geniuses in this world, but many geniuses often die halfway because they do not have a truly strong heart and a fearless heart.
Cultivation means cultivating the mind. If the mind is not strong, how can you go far? The three princes of Nanlinghou have a simple and innocent heart. They dare to draw swords against opponents who are several times stronger than themselves. No matter what the result is, they are fearless.
This is what Ding Xiaoyi admires about the three brothers. Some are aloof, but they are submissive when they encounter opponents more powerful than themselves.
On the other hand, the Third Prince of Nanlinghou knew that they were no match for that young man, but they still drew their swords resolutely.
Even though they would definitely lose after the sword was drawn, they had no regrets. Ding Xiaoyi saw a very rare quality in the third son of the Xie family, that is, a strong heart that goes forward courageously.
At this moment, the group of young men standing on horseback noticed Ding Xiaoyi. When they saw the innocent ancient elf next to Ding Xiaoyi, their eyes widened.
In particular, there was Ye Qingqing, who was wearing a black dress and with skin as white as snow. Two girls with different temperaments but with stunning beauty made their eyes shine.
"Where are you from? You are a country bumpkin. Leave immediately." Some teenagers saw Ding Xiaoyi wearing an ordinary cloth, and they couldn't help but shout loudly.
But their eyes were always on the ancient elf and Ye Qingqing. Xue Ningshang's figure was blocked by the carriage of Nanlinghou Mansion, so they did not see it.
"Although you are not strong enough in cultivation, it is easy to defeat this guy." Ding Xiaoyi ignored the shouts of these teenagers and said to the three princes of Nanlinghou with a warm smile on his face.
And his words immediately triggered a wave of wanton laughter, and the sneers on the faces of the young people were undisguised.
"It really made me laugh to death. Who does this country bumpkin think he is? He thought he was the sword head of the sword pavilion." Some people laughed so hard that they bent over, while others laughed so hard that they were out of breath.
"That's right. I heard that a new King of Hundred Battles was born in the Killing City. He seems to also use a sword. It can't be this kid, hahaha...",
"Yes, he may regard himself as the new King of Hundred Battles. But there is no difference between a waste and a waste. The Nanlinghou Mansion is really in decline, and even a bumpkin will believe it. "... The sarcasm of the young men was endless, but Ding Xiaoyi ignored it. He just looked at the three princes of Nanlinghou Mansion calmly.
In his eyes, these young men galloping on horseback were just like three-year-old children, and he had no need to care about them.
From his perspective, it can be said that he completely ignored these arrogant little brats.
"Then what should we do? How should we draw the sword?" Xie Zhuoran, the youngest, seemed to have noticed Ding Xiaoyi's extraordinary ability. He found that the commoner boy simply ignored the ridicule and sarcasm of the group of teenagers.
He saw the calmness and calmness on Ding Xiaoyi's face. Only those with transcendent strength could be so calm.
"Give me your sword." Ding Xiaoyi nodded. It seemed that the three princes of Nanlinghou Mansion were not very stupid. They knew how to assess the situation.
They also saw the situation clearly. The eldest son Xie Lingran was sharp and restrained, while the second son Xie Qingran was free and elegant, and the third son Xie Zhuoran was smart.
The three brothers have very different personalities. Although their cultivation talents are limited, they are not without merit. At the very least, a strong man's sword is beginning to take shape in their bodies, and the sword's heart is similar.
All he has to do is leave a seed of their strong heart in their body. As for whether it can sprout and grow into a towering tree, it depends on their future opportunities.
Once the seeds of a strong heart are buried in their hearts, they will have immortal achievements in the future.
Ding Xiaoyi is not a master, nor is he a very good master. He just doesn't want these three fearless young men to completely give up on him.
Xie Zhuoran handed the sword in his hand to Ding Xiaoyi respectfully. Ding Xiaoyi took the long sword from the other party. He weighed the sword. It was just an ordinary steel sword.
It's not even considered a mortal weapon. Nanlinghou Mansion can't even produce a spiritual weapon, he couldn't help but thought to himself.
"I only use one move. I only use this move once. Whether you can understand it or not depends on your own understanding." Ding Xiaoyi stabbed forward with the long sword in his hand. Although his sword was simple and unpretentious, it was powerful. There is an aura of giving up on others.
This sword was unremarkable, just stabbing forward, but the space around this sword was inexplicably trembling.
This sword has no brilliant sword light, nor does it have awe-inspiring sword aura. It is just an ordinary thrust forward.
Ding Xiaoyi's movements were very slow. He looked straight ahead and stabbed forward with his sword. Just one sword, just one move, but it contains an elusive Taoist charm.
That is to say, this simple sword makes people feel that it is not simple. Because this sword seems to be full of flaws, but every flaw cannot be broken.
After the sword was used, Ding Xiaoyi put away his sword and looked at the third son of the Xie family. However, the third son of the Xie family had a confused expression on their faces, and they still had the same shameful look in their eyes.
"You don't need to understand this sword too much, just follow my actions just now. It's him, which one of you will go." Ding Xiaoyi said to the third son of the Xie family, and his eyes fell on the man who defeated the Nanlinghou Mansion. On the boy of the third prince.
"Hahaha, it's really funny, bumpkin, don't think you can defeat me if you teach me this sword. Do you know that I have reached the level of sixth-level cultivation, and I will soon be able to break through the level of seventh-level little grandmaster. And these three losers will always be in the third-level martial arts realm." Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's eyes falling on him, the young man named Xu Pengcheng couldn't help but raise his head and laugh.
At the same time, other teenagers also burst out laughing. In their eyes, Ding Xiaoyi was like a clown, sent by God to make fun of him.
"Boy, are you a joke sent by God? Anyone can use this sword. We thought this sword was so unpredictable. Not to mention defeating Mr. Xu, this sword even defeated the imperial capital. Even a three-year-old child thinks he is too rubbish." Another powerful disciple taunted Ding Xiaoyi, but Ding Xiaoyi turned a deaf ear.
He turned his attention to the three princes of Nanlinghou.
"What about you, do you have confidence in this sword?" Ding Xiaoyi didn't take the ridicule of those powerful disciples to heart. He still asked the three princes of the Xie family warmly.
If they don't have confidence in the sword he taught, then there is no need for him to waste his words anymore.
The three princes of the Xie family looked at each other for a while, and the youngest Xie Zhuoran stepped forward. He raised the long sword in his hand, pointed at Xu Pengcheng and said slowly: "Xu Pengcheng, you insulted my father. Today I, Xie Zhuoran, challenge you. Do you dare to accept the challenge?" Hearing the sonorous and powerful voice of the third son of the Xie family, Ding Xiaoyi He also nodded secretly.
In the end, all my hard work was not in vain. Of course, with such a simple sword, it was naturally impossible to defeat Xu Pengcheng, who was about to break through to the level of a seventh-grade minor master.
Ding Xiaoyi just did some tricks on the long sword.
"You, I really don't know what to say about you. But thank you anyway. The three Xie brothers are also pitiful." Xue Ningshang couldn't see Ding Xiaoyi's true feelings, so she thanked Ding Xiaoyi.
"No matter what, they mainly have to rely on themselves. If they don't trust the sword I taught them, then I've misjudged them." Ding Xiaoyi shrugged his shoulders and replied to Xue Ningshang.
"Are you interested in accepting them as your disciples? I think they must be full of admiration for you." Xue Ningshang chuckled and teased Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were bright, and he finally shook his head and said, "I'm not suitable for them. Let's take them into the Jiangge. There should be someone in the Jiangge who is more suitable for them."
