After Ding Ling came back from hunting, Zhao Bingxuan and Zhao Xiaoyu immediately came over to help with the barbecue.
After eating and drinking enough.
At the request of Tong Yuan and others, Ding Ling began to practice what he had learned on the mountain.
From the halberd, spear, and shield striking techniques, to the body techniques, palm techniques, and boxing techniques, to the spirit crane spear technique, and the hundreds of birds facing the phoenix spear technique...
All kinds of martial arts skills, change as you like, attack and defend as you wish!
The mystery reaches an incredible level.
Tong Yuan and his party were amazed! Humbled!
"In a few days, I learned everything I have learned in my life! And most of them learned better than me!"
Tong Yuan looked at Ding Ling with increasingly satisfied eyes.
At this moment, he completely regarded Ding Ling as the future Martial God. After thinking about it, he was no longer depressed. Instead, he felt that it was normal for a Martial God like Ding Ling to be able to learn these martial arts skills to this extent.
After all, he is a god among warriors!
Wait for Ding Ling to finish the drill.
Tong Yuan asked Zhao Yun to compete with Ding Ling.
Ding Ling's eyes lit up.
His path to the God of War requires him to compete with strong men from different planes, and Zhao Yun definitely meets the requirements.
Zhao Yun hurriedly waved his hands and said angrily:
"I'm not as good as Brother Ding, so let's not compare."
Dazzled by Ding Ling's speed in martial arts, Zhao Yun, who was mentally unbalanced, no longer had the confidence to compete with Ding Ling.
"Just trying."
Tong Yuan saw Ding Ling's eagerness to try, so he followed the trend and said:
"Zhao Yun, you have lived in the mountains for a long time, and you are about to compete with your peers, so as not to boast of being invincible and underestimate the heroes of the world."
"..."
Zhao Yun was speechless.
He was indeed praised a little by the 'outsiders' a few days ago.
Although he is still steady, he still has a sense of confidence in his heart that he is the best in the world and I am the second in the world.
And Ding Ling's arrival.
His sense of self-confidence was completely shattered. Now he didn't even have the confidence to fight against Ding Ling, because he knew that once he faced off, he would definitely lose.
But the master said so.
He could only cheer up, stand up, hold a spear in hand, and stand opposite Ding Ling.
"To avoid hurting each other, you compete with sticks."
Tong Yuan asked Zhao Xiaoyu to find two light wooden sticks like white poles in the house.
Ding Ling and Zhao Yun each had one.
After the two sides settled again.
After Tong Yuan said "go", they all used the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear to stab at the opponent.
Both of their Hundred Birds and Phoenix Spears are extremely fast!
Sonorous!
Clang, clang, clang!
One shot was faster than the other, and the sky was like fireworks. Zhao Xiaoyu and Zhao Bingxuan could not see where the tip of the gun was with their naked eyes. They could only see stars shining in the sky, and crackling explosions in the air. The sound passes through my ears from time to time!
The two of them fight fast!
In just a moment, more than ten rounds were fought!
In the void, a pattern of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix can be seen flashing past!
The two white poles turned into two divine spears, exerting unlimited power.
boom!
But every time they collided, Zhao Yun felt like he was struck by lightning.
He found that his strength was far inferior to Ding Ling's. As long as he was hit by a white wooden stick, he would feel like being hit by a jack hammer. He was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
Bang bang bang!
Another dozen rounds of fighting! Three hits midway.
Zhao Yun couldn't bear it any longer. He shouted loudly, jumped out of the battle circle, raised his hands and said:
"Stop, stop, stop! I give up!"
"Don't try again?"
Ding Ling felt a little unsatisfied.
Zhao Yun understood, the corners of his eyes twitched twice, and he shook his head decisively:
"No fight, no fight! I have long said that I can't be your opponent. This proves my words even more. I am inferior to you in terms of skills and strength. If you hadn't pressed me to fight, I I’m afraid I might have been overthrown a long time ago!”
Tong Yuan thought so.
He also saw that Ding Ling's Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear was suppressing the attack. If it was fully deployed and its strength exploded, whether Zhao Yun could block it for ten rounds was a question.
After all.
The current Zhao Yun has not fully grown up yet. If he does, it will probably not be a problem to block the current Ding Ling for hundreds of rounds.
But when Zhao Yun really grows up, how far should Ding Ling grow?
Zhao Yun will definitely not be his opponent by then.
Zhao Yun had obviously thought it through and expressed his sincere admiration for Ding Ling.
[Progress on the Road to the God of War:
1: Defeat more than 20 strong planes: 4/20.]
no doubt.
The one who just defeated Zhao Yun is included.
"okay."
Tong Yuan no longer forced Zhao Yun, stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"Zhao Yun is my most proud disciple. But I never expected that in my later years, I would meet an incredible genius like you, Ding Ling. God is really kind to me."
He paused and asked:
"Ding Ling, what are your plans for the future?"
"I want to learn more martial arts and improve myself."
Ding Ling's reply was natural, decisive and straightforward.
"oh?"
Tong Yuan stroked his beard and smiled:
"You are so strong, why aren't you satisfied?"
"There is no end to learning. I am still far inferior to you, senior. How can I say I am strong?"
"..."
Zhao Yun was speechless.
Ding Ling has begun to move towards the level of his master! How high-spirited and confident is this?
When will I have such confidence? Angry?
"Hahaha……"
Tong Yuan did not feel dissatisfied, but was very satisfied with Ding Ling's high-spirited, confident and non-complacent attitude:
"You can think so. It's not in vain that I pass on what I've learned in my life to you. It's also not in vain that I believe that you will become the future God of War!"
Tong Yuan paused and said:
"I have an old friend who should be an official in Luoyang now. If you want to continue learning martial arts, you might as well visit him."
He asked Zhao Yun to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
He spread out the paper, wrote a letter with a pen, stamped it, folded it, handed it to Ding Ling, and said with a hearty smile:
"Take my letter and go to him. He will definitely teach you martial arts."
Ding Ling quickly took it and stood up to salute to express his gratitude.
Tong Yuan waved his hand and said:
"You don't have to be so alienated from me. What I'm most looking forward to now is whether you can achieve the realm of land warrior god! Can you replicate the legends of Chi You and Huang Di in ancient times!"
"Chiyou, Huangdi?"
Ding Ling was stunned.
These two are ancient gods!
Tong Yuan actually puts himself on par with the great gods, which shows how much he values himself.
Ding Ling's heart was filled with excitement, and he was extremely grateful to Tong Yuan and thanked him three times.
Tong Yuan insisted that there was no need to be more polite.
Ding Ling relaxed a little.
"Have a night's rest. You can take Zilong and the others down the mountain tomorrow."
Tong Yuan smiled and said:
"Zilong's martial arts skills have reached the level of a top-notch general! If he wants to break through again, he must gain experience on the battlefield or face off against more masters. Let him follow you to Luoyang for a long experience."
He looked at Zhao Yun:
"Zilong, what do you think?"
"I will obey my master's orders!"
Zhao Yun said respectfully.
"Okay, okay."
Tong Yuan touched his palms and praised:
"My life has been worthwhile. I can see the rise of young talents like you..."
