"You were also assigned to the Qingshan East Courtyard? Courtyard No. 8? Haha, that's great. So, aren't we roommates?" Ding Hao also felt happy. He had a good impression of this strong and stubborn boy.

"I haven't had time to thank you for letting me that time. If it weren't for the 10 extra points I got from the first place in the Perseverance Test, I wouldn't have been able to join the Sword Sect this time. Once I missed my age, I would have no hope of becoming a warrior in my life."

Zhang Fan was really moved.

The gentle and gentle boy in front of me is the one who has changed his destiny.

Ding Hao smiled and said, "Don't thank me, that's the result of your persistence. If you give up from the beginning, I will not be able to help you in the last moment."

"Haha, I didn't expect that my Shiwazi was so lucky. He met a noble man again, and now he became a roommate with your benefactor." Zhang Fan's father laughed and said that he was about to hand over all the various mountain hunting specialties he was carrying to Ding Hao.

A straightforward hunter was tall, with his upper body wrapped in animal skins. His body was covered with dense scars like molten iron. He was obviously caught by the murderer. He was a veteran hunter who had been experienced in many battles.

Several people talked in the yard for a while, and then they heard footsteps coming from outside.

A young man in a purple robe with a purple belt on his forehead walked in from outside with eight burly men in leather armor.

The young man in purple has fair skin, his narrow eyes are squinting unnaturally, his hooked nose, thin lips, tall figure, and an unconcealed arrogance and domineering look between his eyebrows.

There are three stone rooms in the courtyard of No. 8, and three registered disciples can be arranged to live there.

This young man in purple clothes and hook nose should be another roommate of Ding Hao.

"Yeah? It's so unlucky. Why are there so many lowly hunters? I actually live with these untouchables?"

Seeing so many people in the yard, the boy frowned and muttered and scolded, but the voice was neither too loud, but it happened to be heard into everyone's ears.

Zhang Fan's face changed instantly and he was about to rush over immediately.

"It's okay, kid, it's okay, don't be impulsive..." The old hunter grabbed Zhang Fan.

He knew that since childhood, what he couldn't hear most was that others insulted and slandered his own and his unpromising father, for fear that Zhang Fan would cause trouble on the impulse and be expelled by the Sword Sect, which would be more than worth the loss.

Zhang Fan was held down by his father and finally lowered his head slowly.

But Ding Hao saw that the boy's fists were tightly clamped, and because he used too much force, his joints were protruding, obviously trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Well? Room 2 is actually a side room. Are you wrong? I actually assigned a side room for the servant to live in..."

The boy in purple-robed eagle-nosed came to room 2 and looked at it. He was very dissatisfied. He turned his head and saw Ding Hao standing in front of the door of room No. 1 in the middle. A hint of joy flashed in his narrow eyes: "Hey, boy, come here, let's change rooms!"

His tone was extremely domineering, but he had no negotiating tone at all.

Who knows that he is arrogant, Ding Hao is even more arrogant than him.

Ding Hao smiled at Zhang Fan and the others, and said, "My name is Ding Hao. From now on, we will be fellow brothers and roommates. Let's take care of each other." After that, he turned around and walked towards his room.

From beginning to end, Ding Hao didn't even look at the boy in purple.

"Damn it, my young master is talking to you, stinky brat..." A leather-armored guard was furious, jumped up in the air, punched him out, and blasted Ding Hao's heart.

"Be careful!" Zhang Fan screamed.

But Ding Hao didn't look back, as if he had eyes on his back, and punched him with a backhand, just in front of the fist of the leather guard.

Click!

The sound of bones shattered.

"Ah﹍﹍" The leather-armored guard screamed.

He was like a punch hitting an iron hammer, and his entire right arm was twisted unnaturally.

The skin of the fist was blooming, and blood flew everywhere. The body of more than 100 kilograms flew backwards like a kite with a broken thread, hitting the courtyard wall hard, making another "bang", and then slowly slid down weakly.

He fainted.

The boy in purple changed his face and was about to have an attack when he suddenly remembered something and said in surprise: "Ding Hao? Are you Ding Hao? Ding Hao, who ranks 100th in the overall list?"

The Sword Sect recruited a total of 2,020 registered disciples this time, and they were all extremely perverted guys who were able to rank in the top 500 in the overall list. Ding Hao's reputation spread in a sensation on the first day of the test and ranked 100 on the overall list. He was the top figure among more than 2,000 registered disciples.

Although this young man in purple is arrogant, his ranking is far beyond the 500th list, so he naturally cannot afford to be a pervert like Ding Hao.

He felt afraid in his heart, his face changed and he didn't say anything else in the end.

But in his narrow eyes, there was a glimmer of dissatisfaction and viciousness.

What made him feel even more humiliated was that from beginning to end, Ding Hao never looked at him, pushed open the stone door and entered Room 1.

The face of the young man in purple changed rapidly. He snorted coldly, and carried a large number of daily necessities with his guards, and entered Room 2 in anger.

"Ding Hao, it turns out that this young man is Ding Hao, the genius with god attributes in the legend."

The old hunter's eyes were shiny.

After a pause, the old hunter patted Zhang Fan on the back and told him very seriously: "Shi Waer, remember, you must be sincere in your good friends with this Senior Brother Ding in the future. You kid, you really meet a noble person this time. Maybe your life will be changed dramatically because of such a roommate like a dragon!"

Zhang Fan nodded seriously.

"Dad, don't worry, I also think Senior Brother Ding is very kind, just like an older brother." At this point, the young man curled his lips dissatisfiedly and said, "Dad, I'm already a disciple of the Sword Sect. Don't call me Shi Waer in the future. How ugly it sounds."

"Hahaha, you guy!"

A group of hunter doors burst into laughter happily on this bright morning.

The beautiful and happy time is frozen in this moment.

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Three days before entering the Sword Sect, the registered disciples lived the most relaxing life.

Two thousand disciples were allowed to move freely, and they had plenty of time to say goodbye to the relatives and friends who were accompanying and guarding themselves, while adapting to and familiarizing themselves with everything on the sect mountain, without any training.

Three days later, as soon as the prescribed time comes, all idle people must leave Wenjian Mountain immediately.

So, the energetic young men reluctantly bid farewell to their relatives, stayed alone in Wenjian Sect, and began a difficult road of cultivation.

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