Although Li Shaobing is a foreign disciple of Laoshan, he is highly valued by Yuan Qingming.

When Li Shaobing was still young, his parents died in a fire, and his body suffered more than 70% burns. With the medical technology at that time, Li Shaobing would undoubtedly die!

But Yuan Qingming saved him. Although he saved his life, Li Shaobing was tortured in the hospital bed for three years.

For three years, every inch of his skin has suffered from inflammation. He stayed in the dark hut all day long and did not dare to go out or communicate with others. In the end, he even lost the ability to speak!

Later, Yuan Qingming used the Laoshan secret technique to cut off Li Shaobing's painful nerves. Although his body was still rotting, he could not feel any pain!

In other words, Li Shaobing would not feel any pain when he was confronting someone. Even if the other party wanted to cut off his arm, he would not frown.

If you can't feel the pain, you won't feel any fear of the battle. Those who have fought with him will either die or be injured, because whenever the opponent uses a killer move, Li Shaobing is not afraid at all, and all the attack moves are filled with a momentum of dying together.

Since then, Li Shaobing gradually gained a reputation in the Taoist sect, and everyone called him the madman Li Shaobing in Laoshan in fear.

When Yan Ning heard Tang Wenlin's whispering explanation, he realized that Li Shaobing might not be easy to mess with. The two of them fought and were concerned about going back and forth, but Li Shaobing didn't feel the pain and was completely out of order. It was really a headache and annoying thing to try to show off with him.

Moreover, Li Shaobing is already fifty years old. Compared to Yan Ning, a newcomer who has only been in the first place for two years, he is already bullying the small by the big one.

"Why, do you want to go back on your word?" Yuan Qingming snorted coldly, "It's okay to go back on your word. Hand over your Ming Breaking Sword to avoid the pain of flesh and blood!"

Yan Ning shook his head and said lightly: "If you don't regret it, I, Yan Ning, are not so bad that I can't even beat a mute."

These words fell into Li Shaobing's ears, and Li Shaobing's face suddenly became even more gloomy. His eyes were like bloodthirsty beasts, trying to swallow Yan Ning alive.

Tang Wenlin smiled bitterly, thinking that Li Shaobing would be in trouble. Even if Yan Ning couldn't beat him, he would probably scold Li Shaobing to vomit blood and die.

Tang Yunyin had no choice but to take Yan Ning to the third floor underground.

After the elevator door opened, what caught my eye was a huge underground training ground, which contained countless fitness equipment, weapons, and even talismans.

At this time, many free disciples in the Tang Sect were training in the training ground. When they saw Tang Yunyin appear, they stopped moving, stood up straight, and shouted: "I have met the head of the family!"

"You guys are busy with you, don't worry about us." Tang Yunyin waved casually, and the disciples of the Tang sect continued their work very obediently, as if they hadn't seen Tang Yunyin and others.

In the center of the underground training ground, there is a huge ring with a length and width of fifty meters. The ring is paved with top-notch marble, and the ground is engraved with a huge word "Tang".

The group walked to the bottom of the ring and Tang Yunyin said, "This is our Tang Sect training ring. When you click until the training ring, if someone dies, the other party must be punished. This is the Tang Sect's rule. Even guests must abide by it. I hope you both understand."

Yuan Qingming nodded. He had heard of this rule of the Tang Sect for a long time, so he would not think that Tang Yunyin deliberately helped Yan Ning.

Li Shaobing, who had just been scolded by Yan Ning, was already a little impatient. He jumped without saying a word and landed steadily in the center of the ring, turned around, and looked at Yan Ning coldly.

He hooked Yan Ning's fingers, as if saying: Come up and fight me.

Li Shaobing was holding a long sword in his hand, which was Yuan Qingming's golden crow sword. It seemed that Yuan Qingming would not be too contemptuous of Yan Ning, and even gave his own sword to Li Shaobing.

"Be careful."

Zhuang Xiaoya kissed Yan Ning's side face to cheer him up. Yan Ning touched Zhuang Xiaoya's head and smiled and said, "You and Yuchen are waiting for me here. When I deal with Li Shaobing, then sell the Golden Crow Sword to Uncle Tang, and you will have money to buy clothes for you!"

"Bastard!" Yuan Qingming secretly scolded Yan Ning in his heart, "Stop talking nonsense, go up quickly!"

"I know, why are you anxious? You want to give me a gift so soon?"

Yan Ning held the back of his head with both hands, jumped easily, and jumped onto the ring.

"Come on!" Tang Wenlin and Mo Yuchen cheered Yan Ning, and Yan Ning turned around and grinned at the two of them.

Zhuge Haoyue also jumped onto the ring, and he recommended himself to host the competition: "Remember, click until you stop, don't hurt anyone's life."

"I understand!" Yan Ning nodded.

Li Shaobing did not react at all, just looked at Yan Ning.

"Then--start!"

Zhuge Haoyue's voice fell and the person flashed back to the stage. At this time, Yan Ning and Li Shaobing had already fought into a group!

Li Shaobing is worthy of his fifty years of practice. He holds the Golden Crow Sword and moves neatly. Every time he takes action, he will inevitably go to Yan Ning's vitals!

On the other hand, Yan Ning surprised everyone because when he jumped onto the ring, he didn't take any weapons at all, and Ming Po Knife was actually thrown off the field by him!

Between the sword and the fist, the sword must be better. Even Yan Ning's almost despicable body cannot resist the hot golden crow sword, so he can only do his best to dodge.

"He... why did he forget Mingpo Knife? Alas!" Tang Yunyin felt regretful.

Mo Yuchen walked over silently, picked up Ming Po Knife, and wanted to throw it onto the ring, but Yuan Qingming stopped him: "Yan Ning has already been on the ring. If you give him something to him now, it will violate the rules of the duel!"

"But he has no weapons, why do he fight with Li Shaobing?" Mo Yuchen said gritting his teeth.

"It was him who forgot to bring his weapons, it has nothing to do with me. If you could hand over this Ming Breaking Sword to him, I would have more magic weapons to hand over to Li Shaobing!" Yuan Qingming said coldly.

"You...you are so shameless!"

Even Mo Yuchen's good temper couldn't help but scold Yuan Qingming. It was obvious how angry Mo Yuchen was now. Zhuang Xiaoya hurried forward, took Ming's sword, held Mo Yuchen's hand and said, "Sister Yuchen, don't worry, have you forgotten what Yan Ning has on his hand?"

When Mo Yuchen heard this, his eyes lit up: "Are you talking about the Sumeru Ring?"
Chapter completed!