Ning Yue came over time. Although he was rich and frugal, the taste was not about eating expensively, but about eating well. This bowl of instant noodles, ham sausage and pickled vegetables made him miss the ordinary days in the past.

"Generally speaking, it is the kind of guy who graduated from college, didn't have a good job, and had a dark future, who chooses to travel through time and interpret his life."

"I am a sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning, a second-year junior high school student, and a lot of youth to squander. The future is infinitely beautiful, and I should not participate in the script of time travel... No, I chose time travel to save the humans in the entire city under the claws of the ferocious beast of the Fire Pig, and the purpose of time travel is great and noble, which is completely different from those who travel to for personal development, and have a higher character."

Ning Yue was full of random thoughts, and soon ate all the instant noodles, then opened a bottle of freshly squeezed mango, drank half of the bottle in one go, then stood up and continued to practice the Qingyu Chengfeng Art without saying a word.

He wanted to escape from the Grand Secretary Agricultural Mansion and had a very urgent need for light skills. Since he had all kinds of supplies plundered by the fire pigs, he happened to stay in the dimensional battlefield for a while and practiced the Qingyu Chengfeng Art a little more clever.

Bai Luoluo ate slowly. Ning Yue finished the instant noodles, and most of hers were still there. Bai Luoluo looked at Ning Yue practicing Qingyu Chengfeng Technique with one move at a time, and couldn't help but his eyes turned red. He clenched his fists secretly and sweared: "Brothers are working so hard. I must be strong for the sake of our whole family's blood feud."

Ning Yue practiced the Qingyu Chengfeng Technique dozens of times, and finally subtracted the eight styles. He didn't explain anything to Bai Luoluodo. In the evening, the two brothers and sisters found some charcoal pieces in the supermarket supplies, found a pot, and made a hot pot to eat. When they woke up early the next morning, Ning Yue was still diligent in practicing martial arts.

Half a month passed, Ning Yue gradually reduced the 108-style Qingyu Chengfeng Technique to 72-styles, and finally entered the ranks of real warriors. Although he could also use various martial arts before, he was just inheriting Yan Chengfeng's legacy, not his own ability.

After Qingyu Chengfeng Art achieved a little success, Ning Yue quietly left the dimensional battlefield and tried to escape from the Grand Secretary's Agriculture Mansion.

At this time, the Grand Person Agricultural Mansion had long been burned to a flat ground, and the kitchen collapsed and pressed on the cellar. Although Ning Yue was buried deep in the ground, he relied on his martial arts to pick up a engineer shovel as a tool, and spent half a day digging a passage from the ground.

When he came out of the ground, he thought it was midnight, and Ning Yue was walking through the ruins, and was about to leave the Grand Marshal's Mansion, and he heard a shout: "There is a spy!"

Although Ning Yue was frightened, he was still calm for two or three points, stretched Qingyu Chengfeng Technique to the limit, and rushed out of the Grand Secretary's Agriculture Mansion at a speed of 100 meters and five seconds.

Although the dimensional battlefield is of infinite uses, if it is discovered by someone who is interested, he will disappear from somewhere. As long as he sees that place, he will never escape again. Moreover, the Jiuxiao Heaven is a world of high martial arts and high demons. Ning Yue still doesn’t know the upper limit of this world, and he dares not say that no one can break through the dimensional battlefield and forcefully break into it.

He is not afraid of being mistaken for being a spy who slipped in from outside, but he must not think that he was originally hiding in the Grand Secretary's Mansion.

Ning Yue rushed out of the Dasi Agricultural Mansion and saw a Tiger Army archers appearing on the roof of the nearby houses. Without saying a word, he plunged into a small alley near the Dasi Agricultural Mansion. Relying on his familiarity with the nearby terrain, he got rid of two pursuers in succession, but he escaped less than two hundred meters and was blocked by a black shadow.

Ning Yue didn't recognize him either. He looked a bit handsome, but the military officer who looked a little unshaven and decadent, but the momentum on the other party was solid and put a lot of pressure on him. This made Ning Yue confirm at the first time that he was no match for the military officer.

Ning Yue was unwilling to surrender. He waved the engineer shovel in his hand and used a sword technique passed down from the Bai family. He wanted to force this person to take a few steps. He had the confidence to rush into another house, and then used it to hide and enter the dimensional battlefield.

The military officer smiled slightly, and did not pull out the long sword from his waist. He just tweeted it casually, and Ning Yue's engineer shovel flew out involuntarily and inserted it into the left wall of the alley.

Ning Yue also did not expect that the military officer had such high martial arts skills. Without thinking, he drew out the second weapon he had prepared, which was a Western-style kitchen knife of the Eighteenth Son.

This knife is longer than the Chinese kitchen knife, bright and sharp, but it is still very short for combat, that is, the level of the dagger, so he quickly narrowed the distance before going to the close-killing way. The kitchen knife slashed and used a delicate knife technique inherited from Yan Chengfeng.

The two of them fought for only three moves. The military officer clamped his fingers and broke Ning Yue's eighteen kitchen knife. He kicked him and wanted to kick Ning Yue to death. If the military officer used heavy methods to suppress him, Ning Yue would really have no good idea. However, both the other party and him had quick moves, but Ning Yue was not afraid. He twisted his body and had already avoided this kick and ran into the arms of the military officer.

The two of them exhaled and screamed. Ning Yue stabbed the broken kitchen knife in his hand into the military officer's lower abdomen, and he was suddenly stabbed by a bone spur on the other party's body.

Ning Yue was so old and had never been so severely injured. It would be difficult for him to hold back the pain, but his will to fight immediately collapsed. He took the opportunity to crash into a nearby house without hesitation, and launched the dimensional battlefield without saying a word and fled in.

"I'll go! The warriors in this place are so cruel. Yan Chengfeng's success power cannot be used at all, unless he can get through ten success powers."

Ning Yue broke into the dimensional battlefield and fell to the point. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the bone spurs that had been inserted into the waist and ribs. He hurriedly pointed out a few acupoints to stop the bleeding, and asked Bai Luoluo to bring him some injury medicine.

Bai Luoluo looked at Ning Yue out not long after he was covered in bruises and tears were all over his big eyes. He ran over to get gauze, some salt water to clean the wound, and a hemostatic ointment to help Ning Yue treat the wound.

Ning Yue gasped for a while, recovered some of his physical strength, and did not care about the dirty ground, so he lay down and looked at the sky, and couldn't help feeling depressed.

This time, he failed to pass the level and was seriously injured, which greatly hit Ning Yue's confidence.

"It seems that I have to practice Qingyu Chengfeng Technique to a higher level and recover my injuries. I can't go out and take risks anymore. But just practicing hard, I have to spend thirty or forty years like Yan Chengfeng to become a master. My qualifications can only be considered mediocre at most, far from being as evil genius as Yan Chengfeng. Maybe thirty or forty years is not enough. How can I make the progress of martial arts practice faster?"

ps: Today's guaranteed third update, more than 2,000 red tickets, so I'll add one chapter. This is an update of two thousand tickets. There are no more than 3,000 red tickets in three days, which makes me wonder if the direction is wrong, but... I'm really unacceptable to ask for black tickets.
Chapter completed!