Chapter 608, do not want to be the head

That is called Qingxuan young man. The strength is only the realm of Wuwang. He doesn’t know his true strength at all. He doesn’t know what the gap between the small realms is in the ranks of the Wuhuang, so he will not know what to do. People came to rob the magical medicine.
Han Donglai and others were agitated and apparently miscalculated the strength comparison.
What's more, he happens to be a fusion of a purple emperor in the deep crypts. The power of is comparable to that of Wuyi Wuhuang. In fact, even when it is in the Battle of Baisheng, he himself Already able to fight for the number of demon emperors, to the strength of the purple Lingzong, really purely to die.
This kind of person, if you die, you deserve it.
Since knowing everything that happened to Jianzong, Ding Hao’s heart has become much harder.
Perhaps the death of Li Jianyi and others has stimulated Ding Hao.
Today, he is deeply rooted in his heart and his shots are no longer merciless.
Changed to the current Ding Hao, like the [Ningzhou Three Emperors] stream, I am afraid that in the [Gianling City], was Ding Hao smothered it?
His mentality began to gradually adapt to the world of the jungle and the laws of the jungle.
Slowly moving the body, Ding Hao felt that the heat flow of another strand of the spine was slowly opening.
[Zihuang Shizhong Jade] contains the energy of the majestic, not all of them can be integrated into the body overnight.
Before he and Han Dong came to fight in the flesh, Ding Hao wanted to rely on the power of the purple sect, to catalyze the energy of his own body, but soon he found that the effect was very small, and the strength of Han Dong came from Thoroughly inspire your excitement.
"I am afraid that Han Donglai and others are not the only foreigners who have been arrogant. Those who returned to the real world in the [Hundred Battlefield] reported to the Zongmen after the adventures, when some sects Knowing that you have gained a lot in it, I am afraid that there will be a greedy heart..."
Ding Hao realized this problem.
As a result, the crisis of Asking Jianzong has not yet dispersed.
If you come to the masters of the big masters too much, you will eventually be alone.
"You must make a plan!" Ding Hao began to think carefully.
Gradually he figured out an idea and had a plan.
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At noon, Ding Hao was blocked by Guan Feidu and Wang Junfeng. He reported the progress of the Zongmen repair, and listed many things to Ding Hao personally.
"Hey, can you not ask me about these things?" Ding Haotou is big.
"Don't ask who you ask?" All the injuries on Wang Bianfeng have been restored. The broken hands and one-eyed eyes have grown out. They smile and say: "Everyone regards you as the next head. Treat it, it’s just a ritual."
The black man is the brother of Ding Hao. Now he asks Jian Zong, and he is the only one who dares to talk to Ding Hao.
Ding Hao heard the words, shook his head slightly, and said in a serious tone: "Since I have spoken here today, I will say hello to you in advance, and I can't sit in the position of the head."
When this was said, Wang Dufeng and Guan Feidu and others were taken aback.
"Hey, your kid won't be really going to be the treasurer forever?" The black king of the belly is a little anxious.
Guan Feidu and Leng Yixuan also advised: "Yes, Ding Shishu, now the sect of the Zongmen has just stabilized. Only you can stabilize the people. I believe that Li Jianyi’s head and the green shirt are uncles. I also hope that the position of the Sovereign can be inherited by you."
Ding Hao shook his head slightly and said: "I can't succeed in the position of the head. There is a reason. You will naturally understand it."
Wang Junfeng saw Ding Hao’s resoluteness and hurriedly said: "But if your kid is going to be the head, who else deserves this throne?"
Ding Hao smiled and said: "Wang Shixiong, you have made great contributions to the Zongmen, Feidu Shiyi's talents are excellent, the swordsmanship is superb, and there is Ren Xiaoyao's kid's path to the sky. The strength passes through [Hundred Holy Battlefield] and the experience is already snow. The state's strongman level, not to mention the swordsman's only son, Li Lan, has an amazing talent and unlimited potential. It is also a genius that has been tested by the [Baisheng Battlefield]. In the future, it will inevitably set foot in the field of the Holy One..."
After counting these names one by one, Ding Hao smiled: "You guys, regardless of their qualifications or strength, are qualified to be new heads."
This is not bad.
In the past, as long as one of the disciples who came out of the [Hundred Battlefields] and walked back, they must be the only ones to ask the next head of Jianzong.
But this time is not the same, Ding Hao is now asking the swordsman's prestige is too high, simply beyond the opening of the founder.
If Ding Hao is not at the head, I am afraid that all disciples will have opinions.
Wang Junfeng and others have to persuaded, but Ding Hao interrupted with a smile, and transferred the topic: "In these days, can there be news of Lin Xin, Li Canyang and others?"
Guan Feidu sighed and said: "We have been sending people to inquire, but unfortunately there is no news yet."
Ding Hao snorted and was disappointed.
Lin Xin and others have not known about life and death, and they don’t know if they are alive and out of the [Hundred Battlefield]. I hope they are only sent to a place far away from Selangor, and they have no time to come back.
After a pause, Ding Hao said again: "Right, how is the construction of the swordsmanship of the sword head? There are also the tombs of the Qing shirt master... These things should be prepared almost?"
Cold and nodded, said: "Returning to the uncle, this thing is my responsibility, everything is ready, the roster of all the disciples who died for the Zongmen war has been compiled, and most of the bones have been found, only A few... They will all be buried in the ancestral cemetery of the Zongmen."
Ding Hao sighed and nodded: "The world is like a dog, the years are always ruthless, the heroes and children tears, the red zen arrogant blood, the martial arts are dead, the swordsman sword is dead, this is also a vigorous, ask Jianzong can not forget these souls, A spin, you will give me the roster, I will personally in the Yingli cemetery, build a monument, engrave the name of each disciple, and make a biography for them!"
Cold and red-eyed, he promised.
The atmosphere at the scene was a bit heavy at one time.
"Time will be after four days. Let's go off for these sects." Ding Hao said slowly: "It is just the small gatekeeper who participated in the attack on my mountain gate. It is time to come and accept the crime!"
Everyone promised.
"When Zongmen Yinglie is buried, wait until they rest in peace, our revenge will begin." Ding Hao said in one word: "Qingping College, Xingzong, Leiyin... I want them to disappear in this world forever. There are also demon people, any demon in the course of the battle of the day, appearing within a hundred miles of the Sword Mountain Range, all killing, one does not stay."
Speaking of revenge, the blood of everyone’s heart burned again.
It’s been six days since Ding Hao’s killing of the "Shen Tian Jian Zong".
During these six days, everyone was preparing for revenge without sleep. Most of the buildings in Zongmen have been repaired, and the injured disciples have basically recovered. They only have to bury the hero who died for Zongmen. A field of prison fire is generally hot and revenge, it is about to kick off.
Every disciple who asked Jian Zong swears that the heroes who have been sleeping in the ground will see the arrival of this day.
Some other things were arranged and it was gone.
At the end of the king's peak, he also wanted to persuade Ding Hao to change his mind. He succeeded the position of the lord, and Ding Hao still smiled and euphemistically refused.
The ultimate peak of the king can only sigh.
He knows that Ding Hao’s decision is hard to change.
"Oh, yes, give you a good idea. You should try to control it if you don't have someone. It's very fun." Ding Hao took out a storage ring and handed it to the hands of Wang Bianfeng, in his ear. Whispered a few words.
The king's peak grew up and his face was shocked.
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After solving these trivial matters, Ding Hao took time to look at Ji Yingxi.
Xiao Shantou stayed in the past few days to ask Jianzong, but also saw a lot of things, many things for her, are fresh and curious.
Coupled with the people who have Yin Qianmo and other [Tianyin Valley], Ji Ying has also been extremely comfortable.
She especially talked with Yin drunk ink.
The head of [Tianyin Valley] walked through the rivers and lakes. He was well-informed, knowledgeable and full of wisdom. He was a woman who was rich in experience. Ji Yingying was here in Yin drunk ink and learned a lot of things that he did not know before.
Yin Yinmo also knows Ding Hao’s experience in the [Hundred Battlefield] through the mouth of Ji Yingying.
That piece of nearly nearly the mythical battlefield, so that Yin drunk ink shocked again and again, but also made up his mind, [Tianyin Valley] wants to pass on from generation to generation, must hold tightly to ask the sword of this thigh .
Ding has been used with Ji Yingying, Yin Ganmo and others, and Ding Hao left.
He came to the God Cottage and found the busy West Gate Qianxue.
Originally, the gods and gods died in the main battle. Many of the old people also fell in that battle. Therefore, in addition to Ding Hao, Ximen Qianxue is now the best medicinal pharmacist in Zongmen. The injury is just right, and he can’t wait to start busy. Now the whole Shencaotang, it is also supported by the thousand gates of the West Gate, the future of the gods and grasses, not hers.
"Ximen, you only recover, your body is tight, you should pay attention to rest, don't rush for a while!" Ding Hao somewhat distressed this weak but strong woman.
Ximen Qianxue just shook his head slightly, did not say anything, still busy.
Ding Hao took the pulse for her, saw that her body had completely recovered, and there was no sequelae, so she had to go.
He is very clear that Ximen Qianxue’s feelings for Zongmen are much deeper than themselves.
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After leaving the Shencaotang, Ding Hao quietly turned around in the Zongmen. In the middle of a giant tree that was sprouting, he found the evil moon that was full of the sun-baked stone. Its brain is turned into a streamer, and it returns to the giant metamorphic stone that is more than 2,000 meters deep in the abyss of the Houshan.