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

That's when --

Sou!

Sou!

Two black shadows, one on the left and one on the right, appeared from both sides behind the wooden door without warning, and slammed into the back of Ding Hao's head.

It's two ebony sticks.

One end of the long stick was held in the hands of two smiling teenagers.

It was Zhao Xingcheng's group last night.

The ebony long stick was as hard as pig iron, and it smashed at the back of Ding Hao's head with all his might, which was completely asking for Ding Hao's life!

In the moment of lightning, Ding Hao even saw that at the door of the thatched hut opposite, Zhao Xingcheng, who had been in good time, was smiling at him viciously.

So, Ding Hao also smiled.

In the next moment, the grim smile on Zhao Xingcheng's face turned into doubt, surprise, and sluggishness...... In the end, it turned into a shock.

Because he was dumbfounded to see that the sneak attack he had painstakingly arranged not only did not work, but was easily cracked by Ding Hao in an incredible way in an instant - it was obviously the sneak attack of the two teenagers first, but at that moment of lightning and fire, Ding Hao's fist, one punch to the left and right like lightning, came first, and smashed it on the faces of the two teenagers.

"Ah......h

"Poof......

Two terrible screams.

In the tragic image of bright red blood splashing and white teeth bursting out, the sinister smiles on the faces of the two sneak attack teenagers had not time to turn into horror, and their faces were instantly sunken and deformed.

Then, the bodies of the two of them, like rag dolls hit by a hammer, involuntarily flew upside down and fell more than ten meters, shattering the fence wall.

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

Several teenagers in the courtyard who were ambushed elsewhere were already frightened and stupid, and stayed where they were.

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

He was now completely frightened, turned around and ran, pushed open the door, and ran towards the hut.

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

Inside the thatched hut, the golden morning sun poured down the door frame, but I saw a square-faced young man in a blue robe, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his breath quiet, and a very luxurious steel sword with a scabbard attached to it, lying horizontally on the young man's knees.

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

"Senior Brother Song Jiannan, he ...... He...... Ding Hao came, he ...... "Zhao Xing's idiom was incoherent, he was completely frightened by Ding Hao's two punches at this time......

At this time, Ding Hao had already come to the door of the hut.

The golden sunlight shone from behind, making it impossible to see his face clearly, and the shadow on his face gave people the illusion of anger, as if it was a god of death walking in the dark, filled with an indescribable momentum.

"Are you the arrogant little guy in Zhao Xingcheng's mouth?" Song Jiannan, a square-faced young man, slowly stood up and held the long sword in his arms.

At his feet, he stepped on the little red padded jacket that was supposed to hang on the wall of the hut.

This padded jacket, the only memorial left by his sister and cherished by Ding Hao, was actually used as a cushion by this uninvited blue-robed square-faced young man, placed on the ground, sat under his buttocks, and then stepped on his feet.

Ding Hao's gaze suddenly froze on the padded jacket.

"Boy, do you know who I am? I'm asking Song Jiannan, an outer disciple of the Sword Sect, Zhao Xingcheng is my friend, if you provoke him, you will provoke me, but I heard that your swordsmanship is barely good, although people are a little arrogant, and you have injured my people, as long as you take refuge in me, I can ignore my ......previous suspicions."

Song Jiannan was like a peacock standing tall, with an arrogant demeanor, looking at Ding Hao from a top-down perspective, and said to himself.

"Fuck you!" Ding Hao said suddenly.

"What? What are you talking about?" Song Jiannan was stunned for a moment, and didn't react for a while.

"I said, you inexplicably superior stupid, go-you-mom-!!" The last few words almost burst out from between Ding Hao's teeth.

After speaking, Ding Hao punched out.

This is the strongest punch that contains Ding Hao after his adventure in the cave.

Lightning-fast.

It's like thunder.

The air was directly blasted and rumbled.

Song Jiannan only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the strong wind was pressing his body, and he didn't have time to react at all, so he could use the long sword as a horizontal chest, blocking the fist that seemed to be able to be shattered even by an ancient mountain.

Boom!

The sword trembled and screamed.

Song Jiannan's face turned red instantly, and he couldn't resist it for even a second, so he was directly blown away.

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

"Cluck-and-da......"

Zhao Xingcheng on the side had already seen the revenant, only to feel a cold breath from the tail vertebrae straight to the Tianling Gai, the upper and lower teeth were uncontrollably bumping and fighting, unprecedented fear enveloped him, and his whole body trembled like a louse.

Syllable!

Ding Hao didn't even look at it, and slapped him with his backhand like a fly.

Zhao Xingcheng was like a rag doll, he was pumped and flew out of the door, his face was instantly deformed, swollen like a ripe peach, blood splashed everywhere, and not a single tooth on the right side was broken.

With a distressed expression on his face, Ding Hao slowly squatted down, picked up the small red padded jacket on the ground, and brushed away the dust footprints on it.

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

From the courtyard, there was a roaring sound of Song Jiannan like an injured mad beast.

This arrogant disciple of the Sword Sect who was like a peacock in the open screen was obviously frightened by Ding Hao's punch just now.

He is a martial artist in the realm of martial arts, with a strength of more than four hundred catties, and his reflexivity is far from ordinary, but he was blown away by a punch without any suspense, and for a while, he didn't have the courage to come in to retaliate, but stood in the courtyard and shouted provocation.

Ding Hao gently folded the red cotton jacket and placed it on the bed.

Then he turned around and walked out.

In the courtyard, Song Jiannan's face had lost its previous calmness and composure, and was replaced by a madness that had been completely hideous and deformed because of extreme anger and humiliation.

He had some grass clippings on his body and some disheveled head, but he was not injured.

Of course, most importantly, he slowly drew his long sword.

The silver light of the long sword reflected from the body of the sword, stinging people's eyes.

This is obviously a hundred refined steel longsword of excellent quality.

A faint red light poured out of Song Jiannan's body, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

The first watch, brothers, ask for collections and red tickets, we have to rush up.