Ding Hao felt happy.
He had long determined to cultivate the skills of flying dagger or flying sword, but there were no techniques. He could only create the technique by himself and he even drew on the experience of Zhang Fan's archery, but the progress was not big. These brochures were not of high quality, but for Ding Hao, they were extremely important.
As long as he had mastered the basic hidden weapon methods recorded in thees booklets, Ding Hao believed that his skills of flying dagger could certainly be improved a lot.
He then collected them and counted the other things he had found.
But in the next instant, Murong Yanzhi's voice was heard in his ear. "Senior Brother Ding, Senior Brother Ding... Can you come here?"
Ding Hao was shocked. He thought something bad happened, so he immediately stood up and rushed toward them.
Seeing this, Lu Pengfei also ran over with his qinggong.
"Mr
"Thank you Senior Brother Ding..." Murong Yanzhi's voice was so small that it sounded like the buzz of a mosquito. She said, "Senior Brother Ding, how about treating us after a short rest?" She knew that it was a great consumption to Ding Hao that he used his Qi to activate the efficacy and draw out the tiny hidden weapons in the wounds. Ding Hao shook his head and said, "That's OK. Healing your wounds are more important." Murong Yanzhi bowed her head and her face was red. Because the next wound was in the lower abdomen of her navel... For a girl, it was a more hidden part than her collarbone, but it would be repeatedly touched by a man. ... Lu Pengfei's eyes almost popped out. Originally, he wondered what the two female disciples wanted Ding Hao to do, now he knew that they wanted Ding Hao to heal them. When he saw that Ding Hao had treated Murong Yanzhi's shoulder injury, and then let
There were no evil thoughts in Ding Hao's eyes. His clear eyes were staring at the wound on Yu Jueyao's back. With his palm regularly grinding, the efficacy was maximized catalytic into the girl's body. Murong Yanzhi discovered that Ding Hao's Qi was really powerful. Arguably, even if Ding Hao was at the peak of Martial Disciple Realm, his Qi should have been consumed up after healing her. However, Ding Hao did not rest but continued to heal Yu Jueyao. He did not show any weakness, his Qi was still surging as if it had never been consumed... Strong! He was really strong! This discovery shocked Murong Yanzhi a lot. Ding Hao was really a monster. No wonder he was able to beat Li Muyun and Liang Feixue, who were both two levels higher than him at that time, in the five academies competition and won the first place. It seemed that in the past more than a month, Ding Hao had made rapid progress again, and
Yu Jueyao was petite, pure, and lovely. When Ding Hao looked at her, he always felt that he seemed to have seen his missing sister and had a feeling of intimacy.Yu Jueyao blushed and grinned with a pair of sharp and glistening small canine teeth, "I have been striking for the sixth aperture Shenmen for dozens of times, and only a few days ago it loosened slightly. Senior Brother Ding, you are really a monster. You succeeded with one strike." Murong Yanzhi and Lu Pengfei also looked at Ding Hao strangely and felt shocked. "Er..." Ding Hao didn't want to appear too conspicuous, saying, "Silly girl, this is my 13th strike, and I was close to refining my aperture. This time I was lucky to succeed. You have not seen my foreshadowing efforts before." That's the point.Murong Yanzhi nodded. This explanation was more reasonable, and otherwise, Ding Hao's performance would be too weird. Lu Pengfe
Now, everyone felt something was wrong. "Here... is this the hell? Are we transmitted to the hell?" A rogue cultivator said, looking pale. "Don't blather. There is no hell at all! We are living people, how can we be transmitted to hell? There is neither bull's head nor horse's face here, nor a Yama judge." Rebuked another rogue cultivator with the magnificent figure, but he had a look of panic. Obviously, he was not as easy as he said. A depressing and eerie atmosphere enveloped everyone's mind. "I think we may have been transmitted to a magic matrix of inscription." Lin Xin, the handsome teenager from Northern Academy of yellow shirts who had never spoken, said slowly, "I have carefully observed along the way the topography of this street and the shops on both sides, they seem to have been changing all the time on the surface. In fact, many places are the same. For example, the sign of this weapon shop around us has not appear
Ding Hao still stayed in his room and began to practice his sword and saber techniques. Of course, the most important was his sword technique. Because the cultivation approaches for Ding Hao were mostly based on the sword techniques. He has fully comprehended 27 movements out of nine skills in Dragon King's Water-Splitting Style, and he also had completely grasped the four-character formula about Smoke Billow Blurry Technique. In the last secret selection in the martial arts library, his Nine Levels of Golden Body Building by Ice and Fire just remained at the Level Seven of Golden Body of Blood Marrow. It was inherently difficult to practice the technique of the Golden Body, and the achievements did not depend only on the comprehension. It was reasonable for one to fail to reach the Peak and the Completion. Time flew slowly. Soon footsteps and voices were heard outside. Ding Hao finished practicing, changed into a
But at this moment— Ding! A cluster of sparks, a soft sound. Ding Hao appeared beside Lyu Kuang suddenly and ghostly, with his rusted sword in his hand shaking off the rogue cultivator's saber. He stood in front of Lyu Kuang with his eyes sweeping across all rogue cultivators' faces, as if two sharp swords were stabbing into their hearts, forcing those rogue cultivators not to dare look at him. Only then did he turn around and look at Lyu Kuang and said, "Give me a reason." Lyu Kuang raised his heavy eyebrows and looked at Ding Hao quietly. After a long time, he laughed loudly, "I didn't guess wrong. Expectedly the first and the only person to come up is you, Ding Hao. Hum, should I say that you are stupid or brave?" Ding Hao stared at him without speaking. Lyu Kuang moved his fingers slightly, and finally showed a painful expression on his face. He gnashed his teeth and said, "The reas
Standing quietly at the top of the roof, looking up and around, he still saw the scarlet air light, and the ghost flame that flickered in the distance at that time. The surrounding was still terribly quiet. With the passage of time, a strange thing happened. Without any clear reason, Ding Hao had an inexplicable implicit restlessness with strong killing intent. "What's wrong? This has never happened before." Ding Hao was only slightly better when he was able to run the ice and snow Qi, concentrating and meditating, and dispelled all distractions. But after a while, that kind of restlessness haunted Ding Hao's mind again, making him suddenly become extremely bloodthirsty, and could not help but have an urge to draw out a sword and rush down to the inn to have a big killing. "How did this happen?" Ding Hao was sure that this was not just his own problem. Because soon, there
Ding Hao said nothing, he made a grip backhand in the void space, and the rusted sword was already in hand. Most of his skills were about the sword. When the sword was in hand, his momentum became immediately great. The sword light suddenly broke out in the void space. With the splashing Ice Crystals and a roar of a dragon, a lifelike and vivid claw phantom of the Dragon King emerged. A little Dragon's Aura permeated the void space. Once Ding Hao fought back, he would demonstrate his most-skilled Dragon King's Water-Splitting Style, which showed that he took his rival extremely seriously. The bronze grimace mask man knocked out 21 palms with one breath, and 21 handprint flames kept hitting the claws of the Dragon King Phantom Ice Crystals. Amid a series of a terrible burst of power, he finally withstood the claws of this terrible sword shadow Dragon King. The burning hot flames and the bone-chilling ice kept pounding.