"What a pity, so I really crossed over? And also possessed the body of a teenager with the same name and look exactly the same as me?"

　　Ding Hao sat by the [Sword Washing Pond], looking down at a tattered black iron rusty sword in his hand, and looking at the handsome and clear face reflected in the water, has stayed for more than an hour, still a bit incredulous.

　　He clearly remembered that last night he and his friends went out to eat a casual dinner to celebrate high school graduation, thinking about the unrestrained after entering the university, farewell to the three years of study of the base, we are too excited, are drunk and dazed unconscious, and then he opened his eyes to regain consciousness, but found himself in this strange world.

　　Dazed for a good half day, Ding Hao knew that things were irrevocable, and only then reluctantly convinced himself to accept the fact.

　　I don't know why, but in addition to being attached to the life of the previous Earth world, Ding Hao's heart was vaguely bursting with indescribable excitement, as if he had been given a new life, and accepted the new world and new identity with a mindset that even he felt was a bit too calm.

　　Perhaps this is the deep-seated adventure factor engraved in his soul that is not willing to settle down and be ordinary.

　　In the previous hour or so, the memory fusion that had been completely completed had taught him a lot of things.

　　This is a world called the Endless Continent, where the strongest are the strongest, sects are established, and humans and demons dominate the world together.

　　And Ding Hao's Asking Sword Sect, an eighth-grade sword cultivation sect, is located in the Northern Wasteland Domain of the Endless Continent, ten. Six. It is one of the nine major human sects in Xuezhou [one courtyard, two villages, three sects, three clans], occupying hundreds of miles around the Asking Sword Mountain, with more than ten thousand disciples, many experts and geniuses, and has a history of more than fifteen hundred years since it was founded.

　　As a large sect of distinguished status, it is naturally very important to maintain the image of one's mountain sect.

　　In contrast, even the flying masters are also human beings, also need to eat, drink, shit, so the sect's sanitation needs to be taken seriously, and the high and mighty martial artists will not waste their precious time cleaning rooms, so ask the sword sect has an extremely large system of "logistics group".

　　Ding Hao is not a disciple of the Ask the Sword Sect.

　　Rather, it is a group in the [Logistics Group].

　　To be precise, he is a boy who is responsible for cleaning the mountain path at the foot of the mountain every day.

　　The slightly strange thing about the previously fused memories is that everything about the period before the age of ten is a blank.

　　He did not know who his parents were, nor did he know why he appeared in the mountain of the Sword Asking Sect.

　　The only memory of a loved one, a less than five-year-old and his dependent sister, in the cold winter of the year Ding Hao was eleven years old, when he was out on duty without knowing it, was seen being taken away by a mysterious and powerful woman in white, who was nowhere to be found.

　　So, from the age of eleven onwards, the former Ding Hao, became an orphan.

　　In this world where the strong are the most important, becoming a strong person is the dream of every teenager, and Ding Hao is naturally no exception.

　　What's more, if he wants to walk out of the Asking Sword Sect, walk in the demon-infested wilderness, and find his missing sister back, he must have great force.

　　Unfortunately, he had poor innate roots, small meridians, limited enlightenment, and his innate qualifications were so poor that he was unable to pass the most basic test and become a disciple of the Sword Asking Sect from the age of ten until the age of fourteen, four times in total, when he began to take the annual entrance test of the Sword Asking Sect.

　　According to the fused memory, in half a month's time, it will be the date of this year's opening of the Ask Sword Sect to recruit children.

　　The memory in his mind also tells Ding Hao that this year will be his last chance.

　　This is because according to the rules of the Sword Asking Sect, no disciple over the age of fourteen will be recruited.

　　There is an unbreakable truth in this world: if a person is unable to pass the basic entrance test before the age of fifteen, it only means that his talent is really crummy and has no connection with the martial arts, so he might as well be an ordinary person.

　　"Damn, in that case, wouldn't I only have half a month to prepare?"

　　Ding Hao thought of this, but a sense of urgent crisis.

　　This naturally dumb douchebag substitutes himself into the new world very quickly.

　　Crossing into a fantasy world of demons, strong people, if you can't become a strong person who calls the wind and rain, you can only become the lowest level of the accompaniment, no dignity and sense of existence, life and death can not control themselves, like ants as ridiculously busy.

　　Such a miserable situation, for Ding Hao, it is better to immediately wipe the neck to go back to reincarnation to delete the gear rush.

　　Thinking of this, the sense of crisis in Ding Hao's heart became even greater.

　　He knew he had to act immediately and do something.

　　So, Ding Hao stood up and stood quietly by the [Sword Washing Pond], pondering for a long time, closing his eyes, filtering some memories of sword moves in his mind, trying to find clues to become stronger.

　　Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he thought of something.

　　The rusty longsword in his hand shook slightly, a sword stabbed out, a sword technique extremely skilled to make out.

　　In the past fourteen years, although only a sweeper, but as one of the peripheral staff of the Sword Cultivation Sect, this body still remembered some extremely shallow entry-level sword moves after a long period of time of earning and secretly practicing.

　　So Ding Hao at this time according to the memory to make out, it feels that these sword moves as if they have personally rehearsed millions of times, skilled to the extreme.

　　This basic self-defense sword technique, which all three-year-old children in the Asking Sword Sect know, is divided into sixteen moves.

　　The first twelve moves have no name, but the last four moves are slightly subtle, respectively named [light], [open ice], [cloud] and [wind], if a breath out, is really continuous, the sword light rolls, general a dozen strong men simply can not get close.

　　Ding Hao's mind was not distracted, and according to the memory in his mind, he stabbed out sword after sword in succession.

　　What even he didn't expect was that he actually quickly entered an extremely magical state.

　　If someone sees at this time, will be incredibly alarmed, because it is known to ask the sword sect's first stupid pig Ding Hao, at this time is like a change of a person in general, the footwork movement is elegant and elegant to the extreme, the sword is quite a few dusty breath, especially to the most exquisite last four swords, the moves are closely linked, no gaps, a sword is as fast as a sword.

　　At the end of the day, the pale red rusty sword turned into a red light that rolled around him in a blaze of glory.

　　"Shoo-!"

　　The sound of the rusty sword breaking through the air, Ding Hao put away the sword and stood.

　　A few moments of surprise surfaced on his clear face.

　　"Strange, in the previous memory, the last four stances of this sword technique are extremely difficult to master, the previous owner of this body spent more than two years practicing millions of times and could not completely master it, but why do I just feel that everything is very simple, it seems that as long as the stances come to mind, the body can easily complete them?"