Blade and Sword God Sovereign

"Hey? Who are you? Actually dare to peek at our "invincible Xuanwu Academy" disciple practicing martial arts?" The wretched old man discovered Ding Hao.

Ding Hao was slightly surprised, although he did not deliberately hide it, but the "smoky and fascinating" light body has become a small success, it will affect the feelings of ordinary people, it is difficult for ordinary people to find their own existence, this liar-like wretched old man , actually found myself?

"Hey? A little familiar, your kid... Wow, haha, are you Ding Hao?" The old man, who was stunned, broke the identity of Ding Hao.

The accident turned into shock.

This wretched old man is not an acquaintance he knows before. He should have recently come to the slum area. Is it so easy to recognize himself after disguising himself? Who is he?

Ding Hao took off the cyan bamboo raft, carefully identified for a moment, and said: "Hey, is that you? The profiteer who sells waste in the black market?"

He finally recognized it. This wretched old man was a super profiteer who sold all kinds of cheats in the black market of the slums. His own "one-of-a-kind" remnant was bought from this guy. It took a lot of money.

"The profiteer?" The wretched old man was furious: "What is your boy's eyes, have you seen such a good profiteer?" When he said this, his eyes turned and he laughed. "The little guys, seeing no, I said that I know Ding Hao. This silly boy is the genius who walked out of the slums, your idol, Ding Hao!"

The children looked at Ding Hao with eager eyes.

Under the reflection of the morning light, a pair of crystals are generally pure and innocent eyes, sparkling with sparkling light.

In the past period of time, Ding Hao’s name has been thoroughly spread throughout the slums. Before that, few poor teenagers could join the sect of the sword, let alone win in the five-instance, a series of The glorious record makes Ding Hao undisputedly the idol of all the teenagers in the slums.

Every teenager has a martial arts dream in his heart.

For the slum teenagers, Ding Hao’s path is the dream they are eager to achieve.

Even if they are born low, even if they can't reach the deep martial arts, they also have the right to pursue their dreams.

Ding Hao looked at the teenagers and smiled and said hello to them.

This kind of smile, like a spring breeze, dispelled the last trace of restraint and hesitation in the hearts of the teenagers, and they were so excited that they couldn’t contain it. They jumped from the stakes and rushed around Ding Hao.

"Ding Hao brother..."

"Ding Hao brother, how powerful are you now?"

"Ding Hao brother, I heard that the genius young men who came from other places, now call your brother, right?"

"Ding Hao brother, do you still remember me? We have scoured the baby in the garbage heap! I am a little black!"

"Ding Hao brother, I must be like you, enter the sword."

"Ding Hao brother, who are you and "Tianshu teacher" are more powerful?"

"Stupid, of course, Ding Hao brother is very powerful, "Tianshu teacher" are not qualified to join the sword."

The conversation between the last two children made the old man's eyebrows jump straight. He was the "Tianshu teacher" in the child's mouth. This group of rabbits saw the wife and forgot her mother. When she saw Ding Hao, she immediately degraded herself.

The teenagers did not notice the expression of the wretched old man, like a group of sly sparrows, surrounded by Ding Hao, rushing to say that they were proud of being able to say a word with the idol in their minds.

Ding Hao smiled and answered patiently.

These problems seem naive, but they carry the dreams of the children in this slum.

"Ding Hao brother, you are so powerful, can you teach us?"

A little girl, only about eight years old, dressed in a coarse clothed shirt with stains, one foot, long and pretty, wheat-black skin, looking up, big eyes filled with expectations, expecting ground Looking at Ding Hao.

This sentence, let other children also hold their breath in an instant.

Yes, if Ding Hao’s brother can teach us to learn martial arts, it’s definitely better than “Tianshu Teacher”. In the future, we can really join the Ding Hao brother and join the sword.

The hearts of the children are full of expectations.

"A group of little bastards, you know a fart, ask Jianzong's martial arts Xuan Gong's mind, can't be rumored, if Ding Hao teaches you martial arts, you will definitely be expelled from the division, do you want Ding Hao? Then Ding Hao's cultivation is so nervous, which Have time to teach you these little kids!"

Next to the wretched grandfather "Tianshu teacher" did not know what thoughts, jumping on his feet.

The light in the eyes of the children suddenly became dim.

The little girl’s disappointed eyes were filled with crystal clear teardrops. She shook her head sensibly, and said: "I know, it’s a good time, Huanhuan shouldn’t ask such a stupid question, nothing, we It’s good to follow the “Tianshu teacher”...”

Ding Hao’s heart was not sad for a moment, how sensible the child.

He thought of himself in memory, the tragic years that had been bleeding, sweating, painful, confused, persistent, and blinded in order to join the sword.

Without any hesitation, Ding Hao reached out and touched the head of the little girl named Huanhuan. She smiled and said: "Don't listen to this bad old man." Who said that I can't teach you, little girl, don't cry, I promised Every day, Ding Hao’s brother must take an hour to come and teach you to learn martial arts.”

The children suddenly stopped.

The little girl Huanhuan also stayed where it was.

Happiness comes too suddenly, and everyone can't believe what they hear.

After a long time, the children who reacted suddenly jumped up in excitement, bursting out with a shouting scream, a few little guys, and even crying on the spot.

They were born low, and there was no condition to accept orthodox martial arts training from a young age. Even if they had some talents, they lost to the peers of the big family from the beginning. Once they missed the golden age of playing the foundation, they never lost their martial arts. Like Ding Hao, who has the destiny to change his destiny, after all, there are very few.

Although they are still small and ignorant, they are in the cruel world of this weak meat, and the pressure and tempering of life have already made them understand a lot.

At this moment, fate has finally turned.

The light of hope shines on their hearts.

"Rely, you are robbing Laozi's rice bowl," the wretched old man said indignantly: "Ding Hao, you are too kind!"

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