His voice, like popping out of the nine hells, Zhao Xingcheng only feel a sudden cold air, unstoppable from the tailbone up to the sky, making his body chilled, even a word can not be said.

　　Next to him, the cheers of several teenagers came to an abrupt end.

　　This group of fierce guys, all frozen in place, like ducks caught in a chokehold, at a loss for words.

　　Ding Hao sneered and slowly put away his longsword.

　　Then suddenly turned around and ran wildly towards the direction of the garbage cliff in big strides.

　　Until his figure disappeared in the distant hazy moonlight, Zhao Xingcheng and his companions were like waking up from a dream, one looked at each other and saw the chill in each other's eyes, like an unbelievable nightmare.

　　"Fuck, this little bastard ......," Zhao Xingcheng gasped, a sinister look flickering in his eyes.

　　What the hell is going on today?

　　Why did the stupid, obsequious Ding Hao suddenly become so ruthless and decisive?

　　It's almost like a different person.

　　A rusty sword that was about to break at any moment was so terrifying in his hands?

　　Zhao Xingcheng recalled the process of the moment of the exchange of hands just now, still can not help but cold sweat.

　　He unbelievably found that this "Sword Asking Pig" showed sword skills, whether it was speed or divine charm, but it seemed to be above the Sword Asking Sect disciple he knew ...... But, how is this possible?

　　"Brother Star, what should we do? To chase or not to chase?" A little brother picked up the long sword that was shaken away and came over to ask.

　　"Chase? What the hell, who is his opponent if he goes after him? Looking for a fight?" Zhao Xingcheng was furious and took the longsword and put it back into its scabbard.

　　"Huh? Does that ...... just leave it at that?"

　　"Of course you can't just let it go, find someone to deal with him, run away from the monk can not escape the temple? Hey, hey, dare to fight with me, I will make him beg for his life and not be able to die, go!" A sinister gaze surged in Zhao Xingcheng's eyes.

　　The open can not, can also come to the negative.

　　He is not a man of measure.

　　Today Ding Hao made him lose face in front of his juniors, and must get it back a hundredfold.

　　......

　　After getting rid of Zhao Xingcheng and the others, Ding Hao quickly arrived at his destination.

　　This is a forty-five degree downward slope of the rock forest, daily a large amount of garbage dumped from the slope, sliding down to the bottomless cliffs a few hundred meters away.

　　The abyss below this cliff is called the Crypt Abyss.

　　Under the cliff every moment are rolling endless black fog, wind whistling, harsh sound bursts, as the ghosts cry, and there is a great terrifying suction force.

　　It is said that this is the entrance to an underground demon world that has been abandoned for tens of thousands of years.

　　Ask the sword sect at the beginning of the sect, the crypt abyss once very interested, once sent experts to survey below.

　　However, after paying a total of one Grand Master level powerhouse, three Innate Martial Sects and dozens of Grand Martial Masters to enter the crypt and never return, the Sword Asking Sect finally extinguished the idea of continuing to explore.

　　Later, the Sword Sect simply turned this abyss into a forbidden place, strictly forbidding the disciples to enter the abyss to explore.

　　Then later, it became a place for the denomination to dump its garbage.

　　Thousands of years, I do not know how much garbage was dumped into this abyss, even the cliff above the perimeter, is also garbage to make up for the accumulation of months, wind, sun and rain, a large amount of garbage piled up here stink and decay fermentation, so that within a few hundred meters around the garbage stone forest is simply about to become a silt swamp, breeding poisonous gas.

　　There have been a number of slum people who have mistakenly entered this place, inhaled the poisonous gas and lost their lives.

　　Because of this, few people in the slums now, and few people dare to enter here.

　　As for the high and mighty disciples of the Asking Sword Sect?

　　The pride and superiority of martial artists will not let them condescend and come to this dirty and smelly place.

　　Instead, the former Ding Hao, every night back to the junkyard Taobao, good luck, will find some good things, take back home or sell money in the free market can be, for some silver to subsidize the family.

　　His character is straightforward, bold and bold, others dare not come to the place he dared to come, and finally he really worked out a way to avoid the toxic miasma and silt traps, to the edge of the cliff to the safe route.

　　This is why, before that Ding Hao, no one was able to discover that there were actually a few extremely precious third-order Yang spiritual grasses [Dragon Heart Xuan Cao] on a raised stone wall a hundred meters below the cliff.

　　If in other places, this remember the third rank [Dragon Heart Xuan Cao], has long been picked away, where it is still his turn to pick pick.

　　Speaking of which, it was two days ago that Ding Hao inadvertently discovered the [Dragon Heart Xuan Cao] under the cliff.

　　This third-order Yang spiritual herb is just the right medicine to nourish the flesh and improve the meridians.

　　If $ they pick it, it is enough to improve Ding Hao's physical body quality by a large margin within fifteen days, improving the meridians' natural maladies and reaching the level to pass the sect test of the Asking Sword Sect.

　　This is where Ding Hao's last hope lies.

　　Following the memory and following the familiar route, Ding Hao soon arrived at the edge of the cliff.

　　He carefully lay on the ground and poked his head out to look down the cliff.

　　Below the black fog stirring, the wind whistling, you can vaguely see, a hundred meters deep below, there are a few wisps of red light in the black fog flickering, flickering, this is the [Dragon Heart Xuan grass] is located.

　　Ding Hao also drew a cold breath.

　　This place is really very dangerous.

　　There is a strange suction force in the black fog, and it is extremely difficult to pick the spiritual herbs.

　　However, he had no other choice.

　　A rough preparation, will be temporarily renewed up one end of the rope fixed in a rock at the edge of the cliff, the other end thrown down the cliff, looking at the distance is almost, Ding Hao gritted his teeth, tightly grabbed the rope, little by little down the cliff.

　　"Mother, what is this thing called ah, in the middle of the night under the cliff, even a safety buckle is not ah, in case a loose hand, I fell can really become a meat cake!"

　　Ding Hao followed the rope down more than ten meters, a little bit of a tearless feeling.

　　Who knew that his crow's mouth was really good.

　　A sentence did not finish, a stabbing sound came.

　　That looks very strong rope unexpectedly ghostly without warning broke into two pieces.

　　Ding Hao next point was scared piss.

　　Have not had time to look up, only to feel a light body, the whole person is like a meteor to fly down.

　　The momentum of the fall is too fast, like a meteor falling.

　　Ding Hao had no time to react, his body rolled unconsciously and hit the rocks protruding from the cliff, blood erupted, a burst of pain of broken bones came, it was like being cut by a thousand knives.

　　The next moment, he lost consciousness.