Blade and Sword God Sovereign

Another time passed, Ding Hao's coldness gradually dissipated. He slowly opened his eyes and opened his mouth to breathe out a sigh of gas. He saw a layer of faint golden light filled with metal texture flashing on the surface of the muscles.

"The third turn to the golden body, and finally became a big one!"

Ding Hao nodded with satisfaction.

The "Dragon King from the Water Sword", "Smoke and Smoke" and "Ice and Fire" are the most powerful exercises for ordinary disciples. They are not practicing daily and they are absolutely not entering the country. Vulgar, strength is improving step by step.

Ding Hao’s plan is to cultivate all these three martial arts into perfection, and then go to the ancestral arsenal to select more powerful Xuan Gong combat skills.

The foundation of the martial arts must be step by step. Any warrior should learn from the basic moves, basic mentality, and basic combat techniques. Then, step by step, until the breakthrough, will be qualified to cultivate higher-level martial arts. This step by step will continue to deepen the understanding of the principles and moves of the martial arts and form their own fighting style.

It is impossible to cultivate invincible power from the beginning.

It is estimated that this is one of the reasons why Knife and Jianzu never talked about the high-level martial arts in front of Ding Hao.

At dawn, there are about three or four hours of time. Ding Hao sat under the yellow umbrella of the courtyard, running a "Tai Xuan asked the sword" for a while, warming up the body and spirit, and soon became spiritual again. Full of it.

Then he began to figure out the "sword meaning."

In addition to letting the sword ancestor again transmit the memory picture of the mysterious peerless sword, Ding Hao put out the sword and the sword over and over again, grasping the rhyme that can only be said to be unspeakable.

He has always believed that any martial arts realm is obtained through two ways of comprehension and cultivation. The kind of epiphany will never happen in one's own body. Only **** and sweaty cultivation, hard work, will grasp The mysterious and mysterious state and rhyme.

In a blink of an eye, three more hours passed.

Ding Hao shot a large bucket of cold water from the courtyard well, and poured it from head to toe. He took a cold shower comfortably, returned to the room, put on a clean clothes, and calculated the time. He should go to the slum to give those small The guys are in class.

"Meow……"

There was a loud voice from the little cat in the bedroom.

"Hey, this little guy, haven't eaten in a day, how suddenly became so spiritual?" Ding Hao was surprised. He walked into the inner room and saw that Xiaomeng was lying on the bed, sticking out the pink little. The tongue licked the same pink paws, a satiated meal, and then looked at it, a black scorpion opened, the lid set aside...

What the hell.

Ding Hao had a bad feeling in his heart.

Looking closely, the black box is the container that I used to hold only the remaining four crystals. Was it opened by this little cat? When you look closely, Ding Hao’s thoughts are all there, and there are only three mysterites left and one less.

"Is this little thing actually eating sapphire?"

Ding Hao felt incredible. He grabbed the little things that were selling on the sheets and carefully observed them. Sure enough, on the fluff of the little guy's mouth and claws, I saw some silver glittering powder, which is the residue of the mysterite.

"Is it really eaten by you? Small things, your little milk teeth, actually crushed such a hard metamorphic stone?" Ding Hao was smashed by the earthquake, saying that you are a monster, ordinary The milk does not eat, but eats the myelite, which is too bad, and where can I raise you.

"Hey! Hey-!" Xiaomeng seems to be aware that he made a mistake, climbed his shoulders along Ding Hao's arm, screamed there to sell Meng, shouting and squeaking, and from time to time with a pink tongue. Kenting's cheeks.

"Knife ancestor, Jianzu, the two know what the origin of this little guy is?" Ding Hao has some hair in his heart.

"This little guy..." The sword ancestors said it was strange and vaguely said: "The origin is very mysterious. You should raise it first, very interesting."

"It's such a cute little guy, I want to touch it in my arms, but unfortunately I don't have a body yet." The knife ancestor was completely conquered by the cute appearance of Xiaomeng, and the motherhood was completely overwhelmed. What Ding Hao is asking.

Of course, it is not excluded that she deliberately pretends to be crazy.

In this way, Ding Hao suddenly realized that he could not get any useful information from these two old monsters. He could only make a fuss, put on his clothes, put this sticky little cute cat on his shoulder and push open the room. The door, in the morning light, galloped toward the slums.

"Hey!" Xiaomeng yelled excitedly.

......

When the slums are reached, the time is just right.

Ding Hao was shocked.

Compared with yesterday, the fenced courtyard has changed, and the thatched cottage has been replaced by three new wooden houses. The area of ​​the courtyard has been expanded by three or four times. The arrangement is extremely flat, and the earthen walls are built around it. It is just a new look, one night. Changed between the appearance.

The courtyard is crowded with people.

Only twenty or so teenagers yesterday, today became sixty-seven, and they are still full of children’s parents, and they are waiting for each other.

"Come on!" I don't know who touched Ding Hao at the tip of his eye and sighed, and suddenly the entire fenced courtyard was boiling.

People rushed out to meet Ding Hao with an excited smile.

"Ding Hao brother, are you really coming?" Seeing the voice of Ding Hao, the little girl was pleasantly surprised.

Ding Hao smiled and nodded.

"Wow, hahaha, Ding Hao, Laozi found that your name is really useful here. When these people heard that you had to teach the children personally, all the children under the age of four were sent over, ** * When Laozi was enrolling students, he didn’t know how hard it was to lie to him... Hey, he recruited twenty."

The wretched grandfather "Tianshu teacher" laughed excitedly.

"Ding Ye, my family Nie is only eight years old this year, can you practice martial arts? You can't remember, I am Wang Laosi, we used to know." An honest, full-fledged, thin-haired man with a silver hair, pulling his face The childish daughter came out of the crowd, with a smile on her face and a long-awaited smile. She cautiously and Ding Hao had a relationship, fearing that Ding Hao would not teach her children.

"Uncle Wang, you can really smash me, but also call me Ding Geer." Ding Hao touched the head of a little girl named Nie, and said: "Nie is only eight years old this year, of course. You can practice martial arts, you can rest assured."

"Hey, hey!" Xiaomeng cat inserted a mouth in Ding Hao's shoulder.

"Oh, that's good, then it's good, Ding Ye... Hey, no, Ding Geer, I don't have anything to do with Wang Laosi. Poor Nie has never been a mother since she was a child. She has been wronged. If she can practice Wu, she will ask Jian Jian. That would be great..." Wang Laosi was happy and incoherent.

Ding Hao is right to go out from the slums.

But today's Ding Hao has become one of the few geniuses in the name of Jian Zong's famous disciples. It is said that it is highly valued by the sects. It is equal to the squid and the dragon, and the status is different. It has become the world's superior. Many slumgers were worried that Ding Hao had changed and would reject those dirty and low-lying people. Now it seems that everyone is thinking too much.