Ding Ling followed the servant into the restaurant.
Qu Feiyan and the others followed closely behind.
Inside the restaurant, people ca and went, amidst shouts, the waiter, sweating profusely, carried dishes around quickly from place to place.
Clearly.
The business here was flourishing.
The servant led Ding Ling’s group to a private room on the second floor.
On the first floor, many guests frequently glanced at Ding Ling’s group, pointing and whispering, without knowing what they were saying.
Ding Ling’s ears moved slightly.
He heard them talking about Consort Yhu, and himself.
He couldn’t help but be aware.
Talking about Consort Yhu, naturally because of her beauty, unrivaled in the world.
Talking about himself, naturally due to his recent fa, which so people have noted, comparing his appearance and stature with the rumored ’Ding Ling’.
So people, after comparing, seem to be sure that Ding Ling is indeed the world’s number one Ding Ling, and couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Unexpected that the na of the world’s number one has already reached Luoyang."
Ding Ling reflected, pondering:
"Even so natives of Luoyang seem to know . Ren Woxing’s ability to stir trouble is really significant. Or maybe, Ren Yingying is a master strategist, comparable to Zhuge Liang among won?"
Whatever the truth is.
Perhaps once eting Ren Yingying, everything will beco clear.
But despite reaching Luoyang.
Ren Yingying still hasn’t appeared?
Ding Ling was puzzled.
But he didn’t pursue it further.
Whether she appears or not hardly affects his determination to go to Huashan to learn the Dugu Nine Swords.
Inner strength is important.
But martial skill is equally vital!
As the pinnacle sword technique in martial arts, Ding Ling could not miss witnessing the Dugu Nine Swords.
Coming to The Smiling, Proud Wanderer World and not learning the Dugu Nine Swords, where would he learn it?
Ding Ling didn’t want to miss the opportunity.
Clip-clop!
Just as Ding Ling’s group settled in the private room.
The waiter quickly brought platters of delicacies.
Chicken, duck, fish, seafood, deer antler, bird’s nest—and everything one could wish for.
Truly a sumptuous feast.
As Ding Ling signaled that they could start eating, Huang Zhonggong laughed heartily, saying:
"Traveling with Ding Ling all the way, I’ve been truly fortunate to enjoy delicious als. I seem to have gained quite a bit of weight over this period."
"Indeed."
Dan Qingsheng stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a chicken leg, and was about to put it in his mouth when Ding Ling suddenly said:
’Wait!’
"What?"
The chicken leg was almost at his lips.
As Ding Ling spoke, Dan Qingsheng restrained his saliva, pulled the chicken leg back from his mouth, and looked at Ding Ling with confusion:
"What’s the matter?"
"Hmm."
Ding Ling’s eyes scanned the table full of dishes; under his Innate Expert gaze, every dish seed to emit a faint glow.
This is the glow of poison.
With the True Water in Ding Ling’s Dantian nearing six drops! Under the operation of Pure Yang True Skill, dicine King Breathing Technique, Qingnang Scripture, Inner Scripture, and others, everything was utterly clear in his eyes.
"Poison!"
Ding Ling uttered two words.
Everyone’s expressions changed drastically and they stood up abruptly, instinctively clutching the weapons at their waists.
"Hahaha..."
A wild laugh erupted from outside the private room:
"You truly deserve the na of the world’s number one Ding Ling! Exceptional eyesight. Too bad, too bad, no matter how strong you are, now you can only drink my footwashing water and fall!"
With those words.
It seed to trigger a chain reaction.
Plunk!
Plunk!
Consort Yhu, Qu Feiyan, Huang Zhonggong, Lin Pingzhi, and others unexpectedly fell to the ground one after another, looking pale at Ding Ling. Qu Feiyan even opened her mouth to say:
"Brother Ding, there’s poison in the air. Run quickly, don’t mind us!"
"Hehe. Want to run? It’s too late!"
Crackling!
Thunderous sounds sliced through the air, and subsequently, the private room where Ding Ling was located was locked by iron bars descending from the sky.
In an instant.
The private room turned into a cage.
And at that mont.
A figure appeared outside the door, revealing a person who was tall, over eight feet, composed in deanor, with an overbearing aura, a middle-aged man.
His aura was flamboyant and unrestrained, resembling a whirlwind sweeping through.
He coldly stared at Ding Ling:
"Ding Ling. Finally seeing you! You truly kept waiting!"
Ding Ling sneered at the man, coldly:
"Who do you think you are?"
Ding Ling hadn’t imagined that even though he was so cautious, he still fell into a trap.
It can only be said.
The power of habit is terrifying.
From south to north, he was always praised and flattered, becoming accustod and numb to it.
Coming to Luoyang, gifted with the Five Immortals Rejuvenating Wine by Blue Phoenix, and then entering Luoyang City, being told by the servant that soone invited him and specifically waited, seed natural and normal.
Now upon reflection.
Once such a habitual thought process is established, it becos overwhelming.
The person scheming in the shadows.
Probably seized this habitual thought process to give Ding Ling a severe blow.
Thus, it is evident.
The one scheming and poisoning must be a venomous snake or wolf, who wouldn’t act unless certain, and once they do, it must be with a deadly plan!
"Hahaha..."
The man laughed aloud:
"You don’t know , but I know you completely. As they say, knowing oneself and the enemy leads to victory in every battle! Now that I have the upper hand, you are trapped like a turtle in a jar. You ask who I am? Haha."
He mocked:
"You’re not even worth ntioning compared to an onion."
He waved his sleeve, swish swish swish!
Rows of archers suddenly appeared behind the man.
"This ti, I want to shoot you down like a sieve, and make you watch your friends and family beco sieves too. Let you experience the pain of losing loved ones one by one!"
He gritted his teeth.
He waved his hand.
The archers swiftly picked up arrows and placed them on their bows, aiming at Ding Ling and his group.
Seeing this, Ding Ling sensed trouble.
But at that mont, he guessed who the intruder was.
Qu Feiyan, clever and sharp, thought of it too, shouting:
"You’re Zuo Lengchan!"
"Indeed."
The man’s mouth curled slightly:
"I am none other than Zuo Lengchan, the Sect Leader of the Mount Songh Sect. Ding Ling, today let grant you a clear death. You killed my junior brothers. This blood feud is imprinted in my heart, one I dare not forget for a mont. By the grace of heaven, I’ve finally caught you today. Hahaha... Seems like heaven favors as well."
He stepped back two steps.
Glaring coldly at Ding Ling:
"First kill Ding Ling’s friends and family, let him taste the pain."
"Fire!"
He waved his hand.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The archers released their bowstrings.
In the next mont.
Arrows rained down like a waterfall towards Qu Feiyan, Consort Yhu, Lin Pingzhi and others.
Qu Feiyan and the others looked pale, wanting to move but realized they were weak and limp, unable to move a single finger.
Each felt either desperate or unwilling...
Qu Feiyan’s bright eyes only gazed at Ding Ling, thinking:
"Is this life coming to an end? I wonder if in the next life, I can et Brother Ding again."
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