Because of the fusion of memory, he accepted everything about this body without any suddenness.

"Don't worry, I will definitely help you... no, it's helping us to get my sister back."

Ding Hao clenched his fists and swore in his heart.

As soon as the oath came out, the sadness and longing in my heart finally slowly dissipated.

The last trace of subconsciousness of the owner in front of this sentence disappeared.

From then on, there was only one Ding Hao who traveled through time in this world.

After making a random supper and filling his stomach, Ding Hao began to make the next plan.

If he wants to find his sister Ding Keer, he must improve his strength.

In this world, casual cultivators have no future. Only by worshiping in the Sword Sect can they systematically practice mysterious martial arts with the help of the sect’s resources and experience. If they want to pass the test, the most important problem at present is to solve the disadvantage of the weak physical strength of this body.

So, he needs to go to a very dangerous place.

Collect an extremely precious herb.

I found some strong ropes in the room, then rolled up a few sheets and connected them in a rope shape. I felt that the length was almost the same. Ding Hao nodded, wrapped the ropes up, held them on his left shoulder, and carried the rusty iron sword behind him, pushed open the door, and walked out with great strides.

...

At this time, the night was already dark.

In the sky, the crescent moon and stars are sprinkled with silver veil on the ground, and the lonelyness is filled with cold beauty.

Ding Hao determined the direction and ran towards the edge of the garbage cliff at a very fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, under the hazy moonlight, the sudden stone forests and the cliffs full of miasma were already faintly looking.

Today, there are less than fifteen days before the Sword Sect’s entry assessment.

For Ding Hao, every minute is extremely precious.

He must seize the time to strengthen his strength.

But, someone came to disturb him at this time—

"Oh, isn't this Ding Hao, who has the reputation of [Ask the Pig of Sword]? Why? I'm so hurrying, are you going to dig pig food in the garbage dump again?"

A harsh and sarcastic voice rang out.

Under the clear moonlight, four or five thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys walked out of the slanted stone forest with a bad expression, blocking Ding Hao's way out with a bad expression.

Ding Hao in the past was too stupid and stubborn, and often did some stupid things, and some good people gave him a sarcastic nickname, called [Ask Sword Pig], which means the number one stupid pig on the Sword Mountain.

These four or five teenagers were idle on weekdays and were provoking trouble in the slums, often enjoying bullying Ding Hao.

Especially the strong and strong man in the leading position.

His name is Zhao Xingcheng, who is thirteen years old this year and is also a member of this slum.

Unlike Ding Hao, Zhao Xingcheng's parents are alive and don't have to work hard to support himself. He is quite qualified for martial arts. He took the entrance examination for Sword Sect last year and almost passed the exam. Now he has been practicing hard for a year. Judging from his current foundation, it should be no problem to join Sword Sect this year.

Moreover, it is said that he was lucky enough to meet a registered disciple of the Sword Sect recently, and obtained a set of martial arts. He was successful in his cultivation. He was even more arrogant. He was cruel and ruthless at a young age. He was domineering in the slums in the back mountain, provoking trouble, and no one dared to provoke trouble.

If Ding Hao had seen these people in the past, he would have to go around them far away. If he was not allowed to leave, he would have to admit that he would be unlucky and would have stopped obediently, and would not dare to fight back if he beats or scolds him.

But at this time, the same body is no longer the same soul.

Ding Hao saw that he treated the few people as air and didn't even look at them.

Ding Hao accelerated his feet, ran wildly, bypassed the five people, and continued to run towards the garbage cliff at a rapid speed.

Zhao Xingcheng was stunned, his face changed, and a trace of sinister flashed through him.

He thought he was the leader of the teenagers in the slums and was used to being arrogant, but he didn't expect that this fool who was so scared that he couldn't even speak clearly when he saw him, today he became so bold that he didn't give him any face. Not only did he not dare to kneel down and laugh, but he ignored him naked, which was really unforgivable.

Zhao Xingcheng winked.

The two boys beside him rushed out with a grin and grabbed Ding Hao from behind.

One of the black and strong boys kicked him out from behind with malicious intentions and kicked Ding Hao's leg bend.

"roll!"

Ding Hao's face turned cold, his feet grew rooted, and his shoulders shook.

This is the figure of the "sniffing cloud" in the basic swordsmanship.

Ding Hao almost subconsciously used it.

"Ouch!"

"Oh my god..."

The scene of kicking Ding Hao in the ground-rolling gourd did not appear. Two boys with much stronger figures than Ding Hao screamed, but they didn't understand what was going on. They just felt a huge force coming, and their arms were hurting sharply. They fell out like they were rolling gourds.

Especially the boy with black feet, he fell even worse. He lay on the ground like a dead pig, and could not even get up.

This unexpected scene made everyone stunned.

"Little bastard, are you looking for death? You dare to hit someone?" After Zhao Xingcheng was slightly stunned, he suddenly felt a loss of face and screamed in anger.

He had a gloomy face, his feet stepped on the ground, and with a shout, his figure rushed out like a cheetah, pulled out the long sword around his waist with his backhand, shook his hand, turned into a cold light, and stabbed Ding Hao's arm.

His sword was a move he learned from a newly recognized disciple of the Sword Sect, called [Venom Snake Spit].

The moves are extremely vicious, and the long sword is like a poisonous snake squirting venom to hunt, without returning, extremely cruel.

He actually made up his attention and regardless of his life or death, he wanted to stab a blood hole in Ding Hao's body and breathe a good sigh.

Anyway, Ding Hao is just an orphan who is unattended, and he deserves it even if he dies.

It is really cruel to take this harsh action just because of a disagreement.

When the other teenagers saw Zhao Xingcheng taking action, they cheered loudly.

This sword does have some skills, which makes people feel cold.

Everyone seemed to have seen Ding Hao rolling all over the ground begging for mercy...

but--

Dingding Ding Ding!!!

Ding Hao did not turn around, but connected three red lights to burst out from his hands, and then the sound of the long sword hitting and interlacing sounded.

Before Zhao Xingcheng could understand what was going on, he felt a flash of tears in front of him, and then a burning heat in the palm of his palm, the hilt of the sword was connected, and his five fingers were sore. He could no longer hold the sword and flew out of his hand.

The next moment, a rusty iron sword hit Zhao Xingcheng's throat.

The cold touch was like the tentacles of death, strangling his heart, causing his body to sweat, like a nightmare.

The hilt of the rust sword was held in Ding Hao's hand.

"If you mess with me again, you will kill you." Ding Hao said word by word.

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It’s on the new book list. Brothers, help me, let’s aim at the first place.

As long as I get the first place in the new book today, in addition to the third update scheduled today, the knife will burst out two more updates, which will definitely make everyone ignite.

A new passionate journey has begun, let’s burn together!
Chapter completed!