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Chapter 172 "Stubborn" Ning Mo
Song Zhongwei was very considerate. From Ning Mo's footwork, he could tell that he had really put in effort, and his blade might not be able to hit.

Or maybe Ning Mo took some minor injuries and came close to Song Zhongwei.

His old arms and legs couldn't bear it.

Ning Mo readily nodded in agreement, for fear of showing off.

"I will control the blade in front of me to shoot out in increments, and you can dodge and block at any time."

After Song Zhongwei finished speaking, a gleaming blade of a knife had already turned in front of him.

"Be careful!"

"Whoosh!"

The blade shot out quickly, piercing the air, and arrived in front of Ning Mo in the blink of an eye.

Ning Mo's face was calm, his foot was steady, his shoulders were slightly sideways, and the blade was slashed across his body tightly.

It seems thrilling but actually has a well-thought-out plan.

Song Zhongwei's movements kept the blade on his chest, and before Ning Mo could adjust his whole body, two blades shot out again, one up and one down, straight to his throat and right leg.

Ning Mo's movements were coherent, his right foot turned into a semicircle, he stood sideways, took a step back, and left his original position.

"Whizzing!"

The three blades struck again in the shape of a character, blocking Ning Mo's evasion position.

Roots took root under Ning Mo's feet, secretly lucky, at the moment when the blade was about to approach him, he twisted his back, focused his strength on his left arm, bent his arm and swung his elbow, striking out like lightning.

"Ding!"

Ning Mo hit the blade with his right elbow, and the blade shattered.

"Come again!"

Song Zhongwei aroused all his mental power, and the remaining eight blades spun and shot out simultaneously.

Viewed from the side, one of them is obviously a step behind.

"Good come!"

Ning Mo looked ahead, and rushed up against the blade with his footwork.

He grasped the ground with both feet, squatted slightly on his knees, and swayed his upper body back and forth, appearing phantoms one after another.

Facing the two unavoidable blades, Ning Mo threw out both fists, as strong as a bow, as fast as lightning, and shattered.

All eight blades were dodged, but Ning Mo did not relax, feeling a faint sense of danger in his heart.

His ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him.

Youdao blade turned under Song Zhongwei's control.

The hairs on Ning Mo's back stood up, and he felt a tingling pain before the blade was close.

Ning Mo had already determined the location of the blade.

He draws a circle with his left foot, and pulls his right arm back with momentum. His muscles are tense, and he is secretly exerting strength, concentrating all his strength on his right fist.

Ning Mo swung it out with all his strength, like a thunderbolt, his momentum moved with his mind, and his strength was abnormal.

He collided head-on with the incoming blade.

"Ka~cha~"

The blade was broken into pieces, and Ning Mo's right fist had only a shallow wound.

Each upgrade improves Ning Mo in all aspects, whether it is speed, strength, defense or spiritual power.

Level six means that the physical fitness has increased by [-] times, which is close to eight times that of ordinary people.

Now his skin is scratched vigorously with ordinary knives, but there are only shallow white marks.

"Crack! Crack!"

Applause came from behind Ning Mo, and Song Zhongwei was very grateful for his choice.

"Sure enough, a hero is a boy!"

"I'm ashamed." Ning Mo turned around and clasped his fists, "My kung fu hasn't mastered yet."

Song Zhongwei took back the unbroken blade and said, "Don't care about Jia Wei's vision, he is still good at training apprentices. More than a dozen professional trainers who specialize in fighting come from him, and the most famous one is Guo from your school. Jun."

"I'll add you later."

"Song Daochang knows my master?"

"A few years ago, your master's name was very famous, but after that incident, he became disheartened."

"The Taoist is talking about the traitor Brahma?"

Song Zhongwei walked in front of Ning Mo, his eyes suddenly became cold and severe: "Traitors, everyone can punish them."

He was talking about Brahma, but he was actually warning Ning Mo.

Ning Mo narrowed his eyes, his gaze was firm: "Don't worry, Daoist Song, I will definitely kill this traitor myself."

"Okay, I hope you won't embarrass the teacher again."

Coming out of the Gymnasium, the joy in Ning Mo's heart was diluted. His own strength was far from strong, and at the same time, he had to use actions to prove his love for this country.

……

On November 11th, Ning Mo got up early and prepared breakfast for Wang Zhiguan and Xiao Yuexi, which was also a farewell.

Although I get along well with them, I can't stop my pace.

While I still have time to stay in Longhu Mountain, I have to use it. I haven't collected a lot of experience yet, so I can earn as much as I can.

Ning Mo returned to Tianshi Mansion and went straight to the training ground where Su Caiying and the others stayed.

Su Caiying had just finished a duel and was resting outside the arena when she glanced around and found Ning Mo who had just stepped in.

"Why did he come back so early?"

Su Caiying still couldn't help being curious, and walked towards Ning Mo.

"Look at the way you frown, have you failed?"

Ning Mo shook his head with a wry smile.

"Where is this going? I'm thinking about who is more natural to start the challenge from?"

Su Caiying misunderstood what he meant, and comforted him kindly: "It's okay, we still have a chance in the future. Compared with the disciples of Tianshifu, we are still at a disadvantage."

"I……"

Just as Ning Mo wanted to talk about his achievements, he was interrupted by Wang Zhuojun who came over.

"It's a pity, junior Ning Mo, did you suffer from the lack of information? I don't know the situation of each gymnasium."

Ning Mo remembered the two duels, nodded and said, "It is true that we should have made more preparations before the assessment, so that we don't have no idea about his elves when we meet the mentor."

A smile appeared on Wang Zhuojun's face, and he took it back when he felt it was inappropriate.

Some people hope that others can't get what they can't get.

"It won't be easy to get such an opportunity next time, but I think there is still hope for my apprentice's talent."

Ning Mo looked at him and said sincerely, "I probably won't have another chance."

Of course, you have already obtained it, and you will definitely not be given another chance.

"It is true that there is not much hope, but it cannot be said that there is no hope. Come on!"

Wang Zhuojun patted Ning Mo on the shoulder, turned and left with brisk steps.

Ning Mo had a strange expression.

Su Caiying comforted Ning Mo, and suggested: "If the assessment is not successful, we can also use the duel with the priests to improve our combat experience. I have learned a lot in these four days."

"Who said I failed the assessment, hasn't it been announced yet?" Ning Mo retorted helplessly.

"Speak hard, don't give up until you reach the Yellow River." Su Caiying underestimated a few words in her heart, and urged him, "Understood, we can only stay here for more than three days, hurry up."

Su Caiying directly pulled Ning Mo to the Taoist priest who had just confronted her.

"Okay, save yourself the effort."

……

Until four o'clock in the afternoon, Ning Mo kept winning the challenge and asked the other students to call them monsters.

At the same time, Wang Zhuojun accidentally leaked the news of Ning Mo's failure in the assessment. Everyone lamented that they failed the assessment, and they had no hope.

Ning Mo: Look at my mouth to admit defeat.

(End of this chapter)