Supreme Emperor of Swords

“Ah, Goddess in my mind, was taken away by Ding Hao Senior Brother…” Another boy was full of anger and anger.

This sentence has resonated with everyone, and some people hate the earth: “Senior Brother Ding simply is the male enemy of all men!”

Hunter Junior Zhang Fan scratched his head: “Why do you say that? I think if the Senior Brother Ding and the Teacher Qianxue are together, it’s a good match!”

“Cut!” All the male disciplines erected the middle finger on this 榆木疙瘩头.

Not as Ding Hao expected, Ximen Qianxue took the owner arrived at the remote Medicine Garden.

Unlike the last time, the Medicine Garden has bloomed with beautiful flowers, like the beautiful embroidered, which is extremely dazzling. In this idyllic autumn season, I suddenly see such a cluster of splendid flowers. I feel refreshed.

This is the brilliant means of the Spirit Grass Medicine Pill Master.

Within a small range, anti-season spirit grass can be planted with the mastery of own for herb habits.

Ding Hao the past few days was instilled by Blade Ancestor in his mind. He also knows a lot about the Medicine Pill Master. He couldn’t help but admire Ximen Qianxue. This elegant and pure lotus flower common girl, in herbal medicine, Obviously, there is a deep rumor, not just as ordinary as she did when she was in class.

In front of this Medicine Garden, more than ten kinds of 9-Rank spirit grass were planted in the opposite season. It was only half a month, and it was almost the moment of harvest.

“Ding Hao, what did you think about last time?” Ximen Qianxue turned back and stood quietly in the flowers, watching Ding Hao, pupil light with blame and regret.

“Oh, this is…” Ding Hao scratched his head and nodded. “I think Teacher Ximen, you talk a lot. Spirit grass medicine pill is a very useful science. I am willing to give up my energy.” Come learn.”

“I don’t want to.” Ximen Qianxue lays the truth with one remark. Ding Hao, “Ding Hao, I admit that you are a Talent, but in this world Talent is really a lot, you can beat the bloodline Martial Warrior Disciple today, that is because They haven’t grown up yet. It doesn’t mean you can do it in the future. When the think guy really opens up the hidden treasure in the body, you will know how terrible the real bloodline Martial Warrior is, Ding Hao, you have to work hard. , really hard, not so squandering own time and Talent!”

Ding Hao heard the concern in Ximen Qianxue’s words, and looked calmly: “Teacher Ximen, your words, I remember.”

Ximen Qianxue This is a little nod, a little helpless: “I hope you can listen carefully next time, right, the last time I gave you the herbal notes, have you seen it?”

Ding Hao smiled and said: “I saw it, but…”

“But what?” Ximen Qianxue glanced at the soft white hands and said, “Let me take the notes out.”

“Oh, this…” Ding Hao frowned slightly in a dilemma.

“Give me.” Ximen Qianxue looked at Ding Hao with a beautiful, clear voice, quietly.

“That’s okay.” Ding Hao took the medicinal line-up booklet from the Storage Ring and handed it over.

“Hey? It seems that you didn’t lie this time, but you really saw it.” Seeing that the edge of the booklet was worn out, it meant that Ding Hao was diligently flipping through the booklet, and Ximen Qianxue snorted unexpectedly. Slightly nodded slightly, but soon, when she opened the first page of the booklet, her face changed.

After several consecutive pages, Ximen Qianxue’s face instantly cooled down.

Her heart is cold.

It is too much.

It turned out that this booklet was actually scribble by Ding Hao and it was a lot of messy 8-Jul. Some places even straightforward was painted out by black ink. This book that she carefully summed up and edited was simply Ding. Hao is like a useless garbage to smear, simply is a painstaking effort for her.

“You let me down!”

Ximen Qianxue can’t figure out why, like a discipline like Ding Hao, there is definitely a certain Talent, it is also very clever, and it is easy to be easygoing, but it is not willing to work hard, to waste the good time of own?

Originally because of the twists and turns of Yuan Tiangong and others, Ximen Qianxue, who was very fond of Ding Hao, only felt cold in his heart.

“Let’s go, I won’t take care of you again in the future.” Ximen Qianxue waved his hand in disappointment and made a deduction.

“But…not what you think…” Ding Hao was a bit dumbfounded, and said that you are too ignorant of it, and that is not a doodle.

But Ximen Qianxue obviously no longer wants to hear what Ding Hao explained. He turned and walked into the green bamboo hut deep in Medicine Garden, hanging Ding Hao out and didn’t want to pay any attention.

Ding Hao shook his head helplessly, sniffing the smell of the air, and turned away.

……

There is a practical class in the afternoon, which is taught by black belly beard male Wang Juefeng.

Unlike the light and easy-going Ximen Qianxue, the black belly man is an absolute violent madman. Every time he sees who is not pleasing to the eye in the actual class, he calls out the duel in the name of “study.”

The rookie is not the opponent of the three generations of the discipline, and every time they are cried and crying.

The black belly man is like a dissatisfied look.

Today, black belly man is not a pleasing person, obviously Ding Hao.

One class, but two hours, Ding Hao was slammed three times by the black belly man.

By the time of class, Ding Hao was smashed into a panda eye, and both eyes had a black punch. There were also many red and purple bloody places on the body. Luckily Ding Hao’s ability to fight was extremely strong. The physique of Blade and Sword Double Saint Physique seems to have a certain degree of improvement after suffering from this kind of flesh and blood.

Ding Hao has become accustomed to being mad at the black belly man every once in a while.

He used this abuse as an exercise to improve his actual combat ability.

Because the black belly man has a little bit of mouth and loves to hate, but both personal strength and combat experience, it is extremely rich, it is the three generations of Inquiring Sword Sect.

Ding Hao was once very curious about his real realm, tried several times, but could not measure the true strength of the black belly man.

Because every time deuel, black belly man is suppressing the strength of own, let Ding Hao think that he is only a little higher than own. And whenever Ding Hao had a breakthrough, thinking that the two were almost the same, and when they went to black belly man duel, it was still the same feeling.

Now Ding Hao can be 100% certain that the strength of the black belly man is definitely not worse than that of Yin Yifei and Lu Qi.

With the strength and identity of the black belly man, I actually condescended to teach the rookie Registered Disciple, which is a bit confusing.

Could it be that because this guy, because his mouth is broken, he likes to pull hatred and offend Sect’s top?

Every time Ding Hao is stunned, it will be so maliciously speculative.

“Haha, I am a bit addicted today, kid, you have been beaten up, and you have grown a lot.” Black belly man pinched his fist and looked at the dark circles on Ding Hao’s eyes, laughing happily: “Yes, Haha, the left and right punches are completely symmetrical, which is called art!”

Artwork, your sister!

Ding Hao touched his eyes and licked his mouth and held breath cold air. This monk is really a slap in the face today.

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Thanks to Mo Mingtang for his huge support.