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Chapter 160 Qualifying ([-])
Maybe some people will think that Ningxia is making a fuss, isn't it just a broken wooden man?A prosthetic hand and a prosthetic foot do not have flexible thinking. If you move your joints, you may get stuck due to frictional resistance. In short, they are very rigid and bulky.

But at the moment, Ningxia, who is being beaten by the wooden man, tells everyone the painful facts... Who said that dead things are easy to deal with?Who said wooden people are inflexible?who said it? !
Ever since Ningxia entered this space, he has been chased and beaten. His waist, legs, arms, forehead, wherever the wooden man hits, his body hurts.She was in so much pain that she had pain all over her body, but the wooden man's relentless pursuit made Ningxia have no time to take care of her, so she had to deal with it with great pain.

To say that this wooden man's physical skills are very clever, is it not true?It doesn't even make any spells, so far all the attacks have been carried out through the body.But after entering the world of self-cultivation for nearly a year, Ningxia, who had a few minor spells, was stunned that there was nothing she could do about it.

It responds fast. Although it is not the overwhelming speed, it is still a little faster than Ningxia.how to say?It's like she just stepped on Ningxia's bottom line, tailor-made for her, and specially designed her stuff.

Ningxia was young and had little actual combat. Except for the big guys who couldn't deal with it in the past, the rest were low-level monsters with less combat power, and there were very few opportunities to compete with people with similar cultivation.

Now that she has encountered it, it is indeed very difficult. The number of wins is less than [-]%, ah no, it can even be said that she was pressed and beaten.

Ningxia can use magic, but she suffers from a lack of experience. It seems that she is not as flexible as she imagined to operate the spiritual power battle, not to mention that she is facing a fast and flexible opponent.Often, halfway through the brewing of her technique, the "punch and kick" of the wooden man in the back has already been killed. These big moves are often useless and consume spiritual power.

In this way, Ning Xiaoxia was so tragically beaten by the wooden man that his spiritual power was useless.

The whip was somewhat useful, barely blocking the wooden man's movements.However, the wooden man did not know what kind of special material it was made of, and even the nine-section whip made of fine steel could not help it, and even the sawdust could not scrape off a few pieces.

In addition, Ningxia's whipping technique has only just started, and relatively difficult operations such as flirting and pulling are impossible, and they often end up in a fight, which is very annoying.

She was in a hurry, she tried everything, setting fire, breaking it with her hands, wrapping words... This wooden man was invulnerable to swords and guns, and any physical damage could not hinder it.On the contrary, Ningxia, who was a flesh-and-blood body, couldn't bear it at first, it was too painful.

There is nothing on her body that doesn't hurt, nothing is good, it hurts too much, she has never suffered this kind of pain since she was born. The piercing pain of the trial forest... This is the real pain of the flesh.

Lost in the battle, unable to continue, and nowhere to ask for help, Ningxia's despair fainted little by little, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of retreat.
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I'm the dividing line for moving to another field—
in a certain space

"You dare?!" The blue-clothed nun was half-spread on the ground, spitting blood, staring at the condescending girl in front of her, wishing to tear her mouth apart.

"Of course I dare." The girl said casually as if she had heard something funny, and her subordinates kept going.

Sure enough, the blue-clothed female cultivator snorted, unable to speak, her throat made a hissing sound, her face was full of blue veins, and she looked very painful.

Qi Weirui pulled off the hairpin on her head, smiled playfully, and approached the woman's pale face.The tip of the hairpin shone with a sharp light, which was particularly permeable. It gently pressed against the white and tender skin. With the girl's movements, it seemed that the skin would be split in the next second.

The blue-clothed female cultivator's breathing became heavier, and she shouted with all her might, "Are you crazy? You'll be kicked out of the trial like this, and neither of us will get better by then!"

(End of this chapter)