Chapter 174 Tata open! Tata open!
Ning Mingmei said: "As everyone knows, the sword is made of iron. What I am controlling now is also made of iron."
Mo Jing asked: "Why does your iron have hands, a head, feet, and can it move?"
As the earth shook, Ning Mingmei stood on the shoulders of Mobile Suit Gundam. He stared at the flesh-and-blood figure summoned by Chang Jing and said casually, "Just as I summoned my own Gundam. Chang Jing, didn't you summon your own Frankenstein as well?"
Chang Jing: "What is Frankenstein?"
Ning Mingmei: "It's something you made."
Chang Jing: "I didn't give him this name."
Attack on the Flesh Titan meets the Gundam. Chang Jing looked at Ning Mingmei and said regretfully, "It seems that we can only have a fair one-on-one duel!"
Ning Mingmei only said one word: "Please."
The black shadow was as fast as lightning. He jumped down from the top of the mountain, holding a long sword and standing with the demon-subduing pestle. In the distance, Ye Guimu looked up at the two "human figures" in front of him and said with emotion: "Today's scene is really going to give me nightmares for a long time..."
Old Seventeen also sighed: "Yeah. This flesh-and-blood humanoid looks so scary."
Ye Guimu: "Actually, I think the thing your master created is just as scary..."
Gundam and Frankenstein began to move forward.
This is the confrontation between electromechanics and biology. It is the ascension of flesh and blood and cyber.
Whether the Fifth Era is the Era of Biology or the Era of Computers, we will have to wait and see!
In order to wait for the result of the competition, Ning Mingmei and Chang Jing were also in Tata. Chang Jing pursed the corners of her lips to smile, her expression looking a little ugly.
"Chang Jing."
Ning Mingmei said in a cold voice: "You want to distract yourself to control your flesh and blood puppet, right?"
Chang Jing's expression changed. Ning Mingmei said: "It's a pity, I don't need it."
"...You don't need to control your creatures?"
Ning Mingmei said: "This is automation!"
The 21st century is not the century of biology after all. Even though this is a story about cultivating immortals, it is still the Fifth Epoch. Even Ning Mingmei himself was an AP in neuroscience before his sudden death.
But it doesn’t matter, people who study biology can switch to any industry. There are people who switched from biology in all walks of life. Can other majors do the same? Can they achieve this level? From this we can see that the 21st century is indeed the century of biology.
Chang Jing doesn't know what automation is. He stared at Ning Mingmei's brows and suddenly asked, "I heard that you are an orphan?"
Ning Mingmei: "You are very orphan, love comes from Zuan."
Where is Zaun?
Chang Jing: "You...you are also considered a sword cultivator?"
For the second time today, Chang Jing made the same exclamation.
Six swords rose from behind Ning Mingmei, with the tips of the swords pointing at Ning Mingmei. Ning Mingmei stood in the sword formation, his hands empty, just making hand gestures: "Aren't these swords? Moreover, there are so many of them."
You also know that there are a lot of swords now!
Moreover, since when did the sword cultivators of Qingji Sect stop holding the sword?
Chang Jing wields the demon-subduing pestle. It was not until this moment that everyone realized that he was actually a cultivator with three spiritual roots.
"Golden Bell Cover!" Jiang Yourong was knowledgeable and shouted out Chang Jing's moves.
What he used was still the most basic magic of Baopu Temple.
The magic of Baopu Temple is warm, honest and simple, flashing with a faint golden light, and it can always protect people from danger. But Chang Jing's magic was accompanied by wisps of black air. The effect of his Golden Bell Cover was obviously several times stronger than the ordinary Golden Bell Cover - the six swords blocked by the Golden Bell Cover were not only changed in direction, but also collided with each other.
The failure of one's own magical weapon is extremely dangerous for any cultivator. But Ning Mingmei is different.
Because he is much more powerful than them.
"Immortal Ning, you are really amazing..." Lian Xiao said softly beside Lian Chengyue, "Father always said that the immortals of Lingfeng Sect are amazing. But I have never seen someone like Immortal Ning..."
Lian Xiao always remembered that his father described those immortal cultivation sects in this way.
The so-called immortal cultivation sects are actually all similar. They practiced similar techniques. Traveling, the places you visit are similar. If there is any difference between first-rate sects and second-rate sects, it is the concentration of resources. The first-rate sects have a lot of money and power, while those without money and power can only become third-rate. But what is the real difference between each monk? What is the difference in their mentality? That's not the case at all.
Therefore, Lian Xiao's father said many times: "It is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. Going into the Yanyun Tower of Qingji Sect to be an outer disciple, or joining the mountain of some unpopular elder. It is better to stay in Lingfeng Sect and be the disciple of the master."
"Both the Lingfeng Sect and the Qingji Sect practice swordsmanship. There is only a slight difference in their techniques, nothing else. You are not a rare genius. You entered the sect to practice, just to make a living. Isn't it the same wherever you go?"
But today Lian Xiao felt that it was really different.
Once you become the head disciple of Lingfeng Sect, you will have to engage in intrigues for the interests of Lingfeng Sect. They have to dirty their hands to meet the leader's request and turn those innocent demon beasts and evil cultivators into monsters in order to build up the reputation of the sect.
But if you become Ning Mingmei’s disciple, he can teach you the Dao and show you techniques and scenery that you cannot see in Lingfeng Sect.
and……
She looked at the unconscious Duan Ying and Wen Siheng.
No matter where they are, as long as they are under Ning Mingmei's name, Ning Mingmei will always bring them back.
The battle on the other side was also coming to an end. Chang Jing's cultivation was not as good as Ning Mingmei's, and even the skills he was proud of were not as good as Ning Mingmei's. Chang Jing is good at using tricks, but Ning Mingmei is even better at it. Everything he had seemed insignificant in front of him.
His defeat was within reason.
Chang Jing half-knelt on the ground, using the demon-subduing pestle to support his body. He stared at Ning Mingmei's face and whispered, "Three or four hundred years ago, there was another face like this... But those two children should have died... Ning Mingmei."
"Perhaps, we shouldn't kill each other here." He looked at Ning Mingmei, tears welling up in his eyes, "Ning Mingmei, maybe I'm you..."
Ning Mingmei frowned. He was just about to reach out and lock Chang Jing's body with the immortal rope. Behind him, there were cries of surprise from the crowd.
"Mu Hanshan!!"
At that moment, Ning Mingmei saw with his own eyes a sly smile at the corner of Chang Jing's lips.
Mu Hanshan stood up from the ground. His eyes were white and his face was gray.
The target of his attack was not anyone else, but Lian Xiao, who was closest to him and looked the weakest among the crowd. Lian Xiao was pushed to the back, his face was blank, and he was still gasping for breath.
The person who pushed her away was Lian Chengyue.
The person who replaced her and was covered in blood by Mu Hanshan's claws was also Lian Chengyue.
The fifth brother, who was standing with them, fell to the ground. He was horrified to find that his body was completely unable to move!
He turned his head and looked at Chang Jing lying on the ground in the distance. The long-haired young man seemed to glance at him, but also seemed not to have looked at him at all.
There is distance between people. Seeing that the controlled Mu Hanshan was about to attack again, Seventeen and Jiang Yourong beside him were too late to stop him.
But the next moment, something shocking happened to them.
The fourteen-year-old boy actually grabbed the swift ghost hand and then fiercely bent it in the opposite direction!
This is really a clever and sinister method. Because of the difference in realm, it is impossible for Lian Chengyue to confront the controlled Mu Hanshan head-on. So, he moved along the speed of Mu Hanshan's arm and just pushed back on his joints. In a flash, everyone only heard a "click".
Mu Hanshan’s hand...!
"puff!"
At the moment Ning Mingmei turned around, Chang Jing sprayed a poisonous arrow from his mouth.
He activated Mu Hanshan as a chess piece at this moment just to divert Ning Mingmei's attention!
You only have one chance. The target chosen by Chang Jing was Ning Mingmei's most fatal heart. When Ning Mingmei fell down seriously injured, he threw out Lei Zhenzi and escaped in the chaos!
This poison arrow was the last one he used to save his life. What is sealed inside is a strange poison that even gods cannot cure. It headed towards Ning Mingmei's back, gathering all of Chang Jing's strength, and was unstoppable.
until……
"urn!"
In the bushes in the distance, the man in gray widened his eyes slightly.
An embroidered screen unexpectedly flew out from Ning Mingmei's sleeve, automatically blocking Ning Mingmei and the poisonous arrow!
White light collides with black light. After a moment, the poison arrow broke on the embroidered screen, half of it fell beside Chang Jing, and the other half was bounced away. There was also a small hole with a black edge on the embroidered screen. Jiang Yourong looked at everything that happened in astonishment, and only after a moment did she remember to scream.
But to their surprise, Chang Jing looked even more furious than they were.
"Leng Huaping... This thing is her Leng Huaping... Her life-saving magic weapon, how could it automatically come out to protect you?!" He muttered to himself quickly, with countless words passing through his lips, from "witch" to "betrayal".
Finally, he burst into laughter.
“Hahahaha! Hahahaha! You are that woman’s son! Everyone thought that the two children were dead. Unexpectedly, one of them is alive now!”
Chang Jing laughed so hard that she was out of breath, as if she had seen a huge joke.
Old Seventeen and Ye Guimu worked together to suppress Mu Hanshan. Jiang Yourong wanted to run over to help Ning Mingmei, but she was afraid that Chang Jing was treacherous and might end up making things worse. She could only shout at the side: "Master, that man is a bad guy. What he says now is just lies to confuse the public. Don't be fooled by him!"
"Cheating? Misleading people with lies? Look at our identities. Am I the one who is cheating, or are you?" Chang Jing raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at Ning Mingmei with complicated and malicious eyes. "The Immortal Venerable of Qingji Sect? The high-sounding Sword Immortal? Do you know what you are actually? You..."
There was movement in the bushes in the distance. At this moment, it seemed that a mysterious person wanted to take action and interrupt Chang Jing.
But soon, another person held that person's hand.
"Someone is coming."
At that moment, soft golden light enveloped the place, like gauze or fog, but it made people feel warm from the bottom of their hearts. Jiang Yourong raised her eyes and was surprised to find a group of people floating down.
“You are…”
Monk robes and Buddhist beads.
People from Baopu Temple are here!
Jiang Yourong had seen monks from Baopu Temple before. But the temperament and demeanor of the man in the lead this time were something she had never seen before. The man had a cool and elegant temperament, and when he lowered his eyes, he felt compassion for the world.
His eyes swept across everyone, and when he saw Ning Mingmei, he paused.
Then he looked at Chang Jing.
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