The fusion of memories allowed him to accept everything about this body without the slightest abruptness.

　　"Don't worry, I will, help you ...... no, help us, get your sister back."

　　Ding Hao clenched his fist and swore in his heart.

　　Once the vow was made, the grief and longing in the heart finally eased away.

　　The last trace of subconsciousness of the former owner of this body went up in smoke.

　　From then on, in this world, there is only one Ding Hao who came through.

　　After cooking a haphazard dinner and filling his stomach, Ding Hao began to carry out the next plan.

　　To get back his sister Ding Ke'er, he must improve his strength.

　　In this world, there is no future for casual cultivators, only by joining the Sword Asking Sect can they systematically cultivate the Xuan Gong martial dao with the resources and experience of the sect, and if they want to pass the test and officially join the Sword Asking Sect, the main problem at present is to solve the drawback of the weak physical strength of this body.

　　So, he needs to go to a very dangerous place.

　　Collect an extremely valuable herb.

　　In the house to find some strong rope, and then a few sheets rolled up, rolled into a rope-like connection, think the length is almost, Ding Hao nodded, the rope all coiled up, sat on the left shoulder, and the rusty iron sword on the back, push open the door, stride out.

　　......

　　At this time, it was late at night.

　　In the sky, the curved moon and stars, sprinkling a silver veil on the ground, the silence of a cold beauty.

　　Ding Hao recognized the direction and ran furiously at great speed toward the location of the edge of the garbage cliff.

　　In the blink of an eye, under the hazy moonlight, the abrupt rocky forest and miasmic cliffs are already faintly in sight.

　　Today there are less than fifteen days until the entrance examination of the Sword Asking Sect.

　　For Ding Hao, every minute is incomparably valuable.

　　He must seize the time to enhance his strength.

　　However, someone, at this time, came to disturb him -

　　"Yo, isn't this Ding Hao, who has the reputation of being the [Pig of the Asking Sword]? What? In such a hurry, are you going to dig into the garbage again?"

　　A harsh, mocking voice rang out.

　　Under the clear moonlight, four or five thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers came out of the slanting stone forest with bad faces and blocked Ding Hao's way.

　　The past Ding Hao, because too stupid and obstinate, often do some silly things, by some good people named a mocking nickname, called [ask the sword of the pig], meaning ask the sword on the mountain of the word number one big stupid pig.

　　And these four or five teenagers, usually idle, provoking trouble in the slums, often taking pleasure in bullying Ding Hao.

　　Especially this leading black and strong teenager among them.

　　His name is Zhao Xingcheng, he is thirteen years old, and he is also a member of this slum.

　　Unlike Ding Hao, Zhao Xingcheng parents are alive, do not have to work hard to support themselves, and is also considered quite a few martial arts qualifications, last year to participate in the entrance examination of the Sword Sect, almost passed, and now hard training for a year, in view of his current base, this year to join the Sword Sect should not be a problem.

　　Moreover, it is said that he recently had the good fortune to befriend a disciple of the Sword Asking Sect, got a set of gong methods, cultivation has become successful, more arrogant, young and ruthless, in the back of the mountain slums, rampant, provocative, no one dares to mess with.

　　If in the past, Ding Hao saw these people, must be far away around, if it is not to open, it can only admit their own bad luck, will certainly be obedient to stop, any beating or scolding dare not fight back.

　　But at this point, the same body within the same body is no longer the same soul.

　　Ding Hao look directly into a few people as into the air, not even look at a glance.

　　Ding Hao's feet speed up, powering up and running wildly, bypassing the five people and continuing to fly in the direction of the garbage cliff.

　　Zhao Xingcheng froze, his face changed, and a shade of gloom flashed.

　　He thought he was the leader of the slum boys and was used to being a bully, but he didn't expect that this fool, who was usually so scared that he couldn't even speak clearly when he saw himself, would become so bold today that he didn't give himself any face, not only did he not dare to enter and kneel down to make amends, but he nakedly ignored himself, which is really inexcusable.

　　Zhao Xingcheng made a wink.

　　The two teenagers around him rushed out with a sly smile and pulled Ding Hao from behind.

　　One of the black and sturdy teenagers, even more unsuspectingly from behind a vicious kick out, kicked at the bend of Ding Hao's leg.

　　"Get out!"

　　Ding Hao's face was cold, his feet took root, and his shoulders swayed.

　　This is exactly the body shape of the basic sword technique, the "Ruffled Cloud" stance.

　　Ding Hao made it almost subconsciously.

　　"Ouch!"

　　"OMG ......"

　　The expected scene of kicking Ding Hao a rolling gourd did not appear, the two stature to be much stronger than Ding Hao teenagers, screaming, did not understand what happened, only to feel a huge force came, arm pain, like a rolling gourd fell out.

　　Especially that out of the black foot teenager, fell more miserable, lying on the ground like a dead pig, can not get up.

　　This unexpected scene made everyone dumbfounded.

　　"Little bastard, you're fucking looking for death, how dare you hit someone?" After Zhao Xingcheng was slightly stunned, he immediately felt a great loss of face and screamed in annoyance.

　　He was gloomy, his feet slammed on the ground, and with a whirring sound, his figure scurried out like a cheetah, backhandedly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and with a shake of his hand, turned into a cold mane and stabbed towards Ding Hao's arm.

　　This sword is a move he learned from a disciple of the Asking Sword Sect he recently met, called [Poisonous Snake Spitting Rays].

　　The moves are incomparably poisonous, the long sword is like a viper spraying venom hunting general, striking without return, vicious and unusual.

　　Surprisingly, he made up his mind, regardless of death, to give in Ding Hao's body stabbed a bloody hole, a good breath of air.

　　Anyway, Ding Hao is just an orphan with no one to care for him, and deserves to die.

　　Just because of a disagreement, you are really ruthless.

　　When the other teenagers saw Zhao Xingcheng strike, they all cheered loudly.

　　This sword does have some merit and calls for a chill in the heart.

　　The crowd seems to have seen the picture of Ding Hao rolling all over the ground begging for mercy ......

　　But -

　　DING DING DING!!!

　　Only to see Ding Hao did not turn around, connecting three red mane but from his hands stormed up, followed by the sound of long swords clashing and staggering.

　　Zhao Xingcheng has not understood what happened, only to feel a blur in front of his eyes, followed by a burning palm, the sword hilt connected to a huge shock, five fingers sore, the long sword can no longer hold, off the hand flew out.

　　In the next instant, a rusty iron sword was placed against Zhao Xingcheng's throat.

　　The cold touch, like the tentacles of death, strangled his heart in general, making his muscles sweat, like a nightmare.

　　The hilt of the rusty sword is held in Ding Hao's hand.

　　"If you mess with me again, I'll kill you." Ding Hao said word for word.