Pushing open the door, Ding Hao slowly walked in step by step.

　　Just then -

　　Whoosh!

　　Whoosh!

　　A left and a right two black shadows with strong wind, without warning from the back of the wooden door on both sides, towards the back of Ding Hao's head ruthlessly hit.

　　It is two ebony long sticks.

　　The end of the long stick is held in the hands of two smiling teenagers.

　　It was the group of Zhao Xingcheng last night.

　　The ebony stick was as hard as raw iron, smashing at the back of Ding Hao's head with all its might, which was completely killing him!

　　In a flash of lightning, Ding Hao even saw, across the doorway of the hut, the good and neat Zhao Xingcheng, is a sinister face towards himself smiling fiercely.

　　So, Ding Hao also smiled.

　　In the next instant, the fierce smile on Zhao Xingcheng's face turned into confusion, amazement, dumbfounded ...... and finally turned into shock.

　　Because his jaw dropped to see that his painstakingly arranged sneak attack, instead of working, was instantly and easily cracked by Ding Hao in an unbelievable way - it was clearly the two teenagers who sneaked in first, but in that instant of lightning, Ding Hao's fists, lightning-like left and right, came after him and smashed viciously into the two The teenagers' faces.

　　"Ah ......"

　　"Poof ......"

　　Two mournful screams.

　　In the bright red blood splatter and white teeth bursting out of the tragic image, the two sneaky teenagers face before the sarcastic smile has time to turn into panic, their faces, instantly dented and deformed.

　　Then, the two bodies, like a rag doll hit by a hammer, the body can not help but fly backwards this fall out of more than ten meters, smashed the fence wall.

　　Ding Hao coolly blew the blood drops on his fist and strided to the middle of the courtyard.

　　Several teenagers ambushed elsewhere in the courtyard have been stunned and frozen in place.

　　The culprit Zhao Xingcheng, facing the murderous Ding Hao, as if he had seen a terrifying ancient beast, lost his courage instantly, subconsciously retreated a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

　　He had been completely scared out of his wits at this point, turned and crawled, pushed open the door, and ran towards the hut.

　　"Senior Brother Song, he's coming, Senior Brother Song ......" Zhao Xingcheng screamed in horror.

　　Inside the hut, the golden sunrise poured in along the door frame, but saw a square-faced teenager wearing blue robes, eyes tightly closed, sitting cross-legged, tranquil breath, a scabbard attached, the shape of the extremely expensive steel longsword, laid across the teenager's knees.

　　"What's the panic!" The square-faced teenager slowly opened his eyes.

　　"Senior Brother Song Jiannan, he ...... he ...... Ding Hao is here, he ......" Zhao Xingcheng was incoherent, he was at this point completely scared out of his wits by Ding Hao's two punches.

　　And at that moment, Ding Hao had already arrived at the door of the hut.

　　Golden sunlight shining from behind, so that people can not see his face clearly, the face that a shadow, giving the illusion of anger, as if a god of death walking in the darkness, suffused with unspeakable aura.

　　"Are you the arrogant and domineering little fellow that Zhao Xingcheng spoke of?" The square-faced teenager, Song Jiannan, slowly stood up, holding his long sword in his arms.

　　Under his feet, he stepped on the small red cotton jacket that should have been hanging on the wall of the hut.

　　This sister left the only memento, by Ding Hao has been cherished as life of the cotton jacket, surprisingly by this uninvited blue-robed square-faced teenager, as a cushion, laid on the ground, sitting under the buttocks, and then stepped on the feet.

　　Ding Hao's gaze, immediately frozen on top of the cotton jacket.

　　"Kid, do you know who I am? I am Song Jiannan, an outer disciple of the Asking Sword Sect, Zhao Xingcheng is my friend, if you mess with him, you mess with me, however, I heard that your sword skills are barely good, although people are a little arrogant and injured my people, as long as you defect to me, I can ignore my past suspicions ......"

　　Song Jiannan was like a high peacock with an arrogant demeanor, looking at Ding Hao from a downward perspective and talking to himself.

　　"Fuck you. Fuck. The!" Ding Hao suddenly said.

　　"What? What are you talking about?" Song Jiannan was stunned and did not react for a moment.

　　"I say, you big dumbass who somehow shows superiority. Cunt, go - you - mother - fuck - !!!" The last few words almost burst out from Ding Hao's teeth.

　　After saying that, Ding Hao blasted out a fist.

　　This was a punch that contained Ding Hao's strongest power after his strange encounter in the cave.

　　Fast as lightning.

　　The momentum is like running thunder.

　　The air was directly blasted and rumbled.

　　Song Jiannan only felt a blur in front of his eyes, strong wind pressed body, he simply had no time to make other reactions, can be a long sword across the chest, blocked the fist as if even an ancient mountain can be shattered.

　　Clang!

　　The long sword trembles and sighs.

　　Song Jiannan's face instantly flushed red, and he was not even able to resist for a second before he was directly blown away.

　　His body fell out backwards and hit the wall of the hut, the sound of breaking wood and stone, dust filled the air, grass clippings flew, the wall was knocked out of a large human-shaped hole, Song Jiannan fell directly out of the house.

　　"cluck cluck cluck cluck ......"

　　On the side of Zhao Xingcheng has long been watching the soul of the dead, only to feel a chill from the tailbone straight to the sky, the upper and lower teeth difficult to contain the chaotic clash of fights, unprecedented fear will envelop him, trembling like shaking lice.

　　Snap!

　　Ding Hao did not even look at it, pumping flies like a backhand slap.

　　Zhao Xingcheng is like a rag doll, was drawn backwards from the door, a face instantly deformed, swollen like a ripe peach, blood splattered everywhere, the right half of the teeth not a single one left all broken.

　　Ding Hao face with a heart-wrenching expression, slowly squatting down, picking up the little red cotton jacket on the ground, brushing away the dusty footprints on it.

　　"Little bastard, come out, you get out of here, I'm going to kill you."

　　From the courtyard came the sound of Song Jiannan's roar and growl like a wounded and crazy beast.

　　This proud peacock-like disciple of the Sword Asking Sect was obviously stunned by Ding Hao's punch just now.

　　He is a one-knowledge Martial Disciple realm martial artist, with more than four hundred pounds of strength, reaction speed is far beyond normal, but was blown away by a punch without a doubt, for a moment, did not have the courage to come in to retaliate, but stood in the courtyard sternly drinking provocatively.

　　Ding Hao folded the red cotton jacket tenderly and laid it on the bed.

　　Then turned around and walked out.

　　In the courtyard, Song Jiannan's face, has disappeared from the previous calm and composure, replaced by the extreme anger and humiliation, has been completely hideous deformation of madness.

　　His body was covered with some grass clippings and his hair was a little scattered, but he was not injured.

　　Of course, the most important thing is that he slowly pulled out his long sword.

　　The silver light reflected from the longsword body, stinging the eyes of people.

　　This is obviously a long sword of a hundred refined steel with excellent texture.

　　A faint red light surged out of Song Jiannan's body, appearing and disappearing.