C71 (1/2)

Ning Luo?

Xiao Ting looked through this name in his mind. He vaguely felt that he had heard this name before. However, he was unable to recall any more specific information in that instant.

”Ugh …” ”Um, thank you.”

As Xiao Ting spoke, he glanced at the two of them and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

This fellow was simply too overpowered. Furthermore, he was decisive in his killing. He acted as he pleased, not giving the other party any leeway to negotiate.

However, if Ning Luo hadn't appeared in time, he would have been in deep trouble today.

Not only would the secret scripture that he had only decided to borrow after a long selection be taken away by Guan Baihao, he would also be badly beaten.

In that case, he would be ruining Madam's life.

Fortunately, none of this had happened because of Ning Luo.

”I don't need your thanks. I only need one of yours.”

Ning Luo had already made it clear before she made her move. This was not seeing injustice and drawing swords to help, but a deal.

He had already taught the two of them a lesson and done what Xiao Ting had requested.

Then, it would be Xiao Ting's turn to act.

”One of my things? ”What?”

Xiao Ting felt it was weird that he didn't have anything Ning Luo needed. With Ning Luo's abnormal strength, how could Ning Luo not have what he had? It would only be better.

Ning Luo raised his wooden token as an answer.

Xiao Ting didn't understand Ning Luo's intention in the slightest. His gaze followed Ning Luo's shaking hand to land on that wooden tablet, and he immediately understood.

”You mean, you need my wooden card?”

Xiao Ting looked doubtfully at Ning Luo, the doubt in his heart deepening. What Ning Luo actually needed was his wooden token.

As he spoke, he took out the wooden token and indicated for Ning Luo to take a look. Once again, he confirmed that his understanding was correct.

Ning Luo directly took the wooden token from Xiao Ting and threw it at him.

”Use mine first. I'll give it back to you after I finish reading it.”

With that, Ning Luo turned around and walked towards the bookshelf.

Xiao Ting took Ning Luo's wooden tablet and began to examine it curiously. In an instant, his doubts disappeared and his shock returned.

On the front of the wooden tablet, there was a ”outer” character, indicating that Ning Luo was an outer disciple. The color of this character was black.

The words of the Burning Heaven Clan should be white, while the words of the Blood Heaven Sect should be red and black …

Right, it was the Nine Netherworld Gate.

”The Nine Underworld Sect's outer disciples... ”It can't be, he, he is actually this year's new budding disciple.”

At this moment, when he thought of Ning Luo's name, Xiao Ting Keng quickly remembered where he had heard of it. He flipped to the back of the wooden signboard and saw that there was indeed a number: two.

So he was that new disciple's first name!

From the first day of the assessment, Ning Luo's name slowly spread throughout the sect. He passed through the powerful magic array, and at an astonishing speed.

Afterwards, a new record was set in the Hall of Wargods.

It was said that Ning Luo had even passed the last exam. That was unprecedented!