Ding Hao still stayed in his room and began to practice his sword and saber techniques. Of course, the most important was his sword technique.
Because the cultivation approaches for Ding Hao were mostly based on the sword techniques. He has fully comprehended 27 movements out of nine skills in Dragon King’s Water-Splitting Style, and he also had completely grasped the four-character formula about Smoke Billow Blurry Technique. In the last secret selection in the martial arts library, his Nine Levels of Golden Body Building by Ice and Fire just remained at the Level Seven of Golden Body of Blood Marrow.
It was inherently difficult to practice the technique of the Golden Body, and the achievements did not depend only on the comprehension. It was reasonable for one to fail to reach the Peak and the Completion.
Time flew slowly.
Soon footsteps and voices were heard outside.
Ding Hao finished practicing, changed into a clean green shirt, pushed the door and came out. He found that in the hall downstairs, the rogue cultivators returned who did not want to stay but preferred to leave in company before. A dozen people who left became four besmeared with blood, and apparently, they had experienced a fight.
What’s going on? Is there any danger here that has not been discovered?
Ding Hao slowly walked down the stairs.
The talks in the hall drifted into Ding Hao’s ears.
We were attacked… by a group of humanoid creatures and we couldn’t see their faces clearly. They were just like ghosts from the hell, too fast… my companions were all dead, and only a few of us escaped!
It’s too terrible. I could not see clearly what they were.
Zhang Laosan had a good kung fu skill of the Thwart training and was invulnerable to weapons, but he was torn in half by that monster!
A few rogue cultivators who returned were telling their stories, looking in shock.
Ding Hao’s eyes swept over these people, carefully observing their expressions and scars, and he frowned slightly.
He found something very interesting. These people kept saying that they had encountered the ghosts or monsters with sharp claws, but they did not look really frightened. Occasionally, some of their injuries were left behind by swords and other weapons.
They were lying.
Just then, with a thud, the front door of the inn was kicked open and Lyu Kuang, the Crazy Kuang of Southern Academy of purple shirts of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect stumbled into the room, he was blood all over with a long saber in his hand.
Bang!
Lyu Kuang put a bloody package on a square table, sat down with a long saber and gasped for breath. He completely ignored the eyes of others on him. When his breath was a little smoother, he suddenly looked up and burst out laughing like nobody was watching,
Good! It was a good killing!
With the laugh, his muscle affected the wound, the blood from the split splashed out and he seemed to have climbed out of the blood pool.
Nobody knew why, Sun Hao suddenly felt that Lyu Kuang, the disciple of Southern Academy of purple shirts deserved the nickname of Crazy Kuang when he saw that Lyu Kuang was demon-like. Although this person was not getting along with him very well all the time, their poor relations had always been on the table and they had never been plotting against each other. Compared with Lu Pengfei, a base person, Lyu Kuang was much better.
Hey? Isn’t that the silver gauntlet of Wang Zhijiang, the guardian warrior of Taiping Town? How could it be in the hands of this purple teenager in blood?
A rogue cultivating warrior suddenly made a loud scream.
All people followed his eyes.
They all saw that the parcel that was put casually on the table by Lyu Kuang was open with some quality weapons scattering incredibly with blood, including one or two low-level magical weapons, some well-bound secret booklets and sparkling black crystals. They were not common treasures.
That’s… the reversed bow, a damaged magical weapon obtained by He Jun of Qingjiang Town not long time ago.
Wang Rong’s large war saber, and he was one of the guarding warriors in Tumen Town!
Sun Fei’s three black crystals of Medium Grade. He is from Sifang Town.
The crowd looked at the scattered piles of blood-stained treasures on the square table with greedy expression. Hadn’t they exerted all their strength to come to this strange antiquity ruins just for obtaining treasures so as to get richer? If the things on the square table at present belonged to themselves, then this trip was worth it and they were all become prosperous.
Unconsciously, some people, especially those rogue cultivators who talked a lot in the hall, quieted down and looked straight at this pile of treasures, even breathing rapidly.
All of a sudden, someone’s eyeballs went round, he came to think of something, rose to his full height, smote the table and said indignantly,
Did you kill Sun Fei and He Jun?
It was too despicable. As a Martial Artist of Human Tribe, you covet other people’s wealth and kill them to seize wealth?
Yes, it’s shameless! Kill each other of the same tribe and you should be killed, too!
Hum, after killing so many people of the same tribe, you still dare to come back. You are really arrogant!
Let’s come together and kill this despicable killer!
Yes, to deal with such shameless base person, we don’t have to moralize with him. Come on, let’s kill him together!
More and more rogue cultivators stood up with indignation, being combative and laughing at the Crazy Kuang Lyu Kuang. They came to surround him. They were seemingly upright and dignified to do justice for those dead rogue cultivators of the human tribe.
Ha, hahaha, haha…
The Crazy Kuang looked the same. He was obviously seriously injured with his lips being black and his face being as thin as gold due to excessive blood loss, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he leaned back and laughed,
A group of evil-doers in human shape without a soul. You seemed to be respectable people with nice words. I bah! Aren’t you saying so just for treasures before me?
His tone was filled with disdain, and his words showed those people’s real purpose.
All of a sudden, the rogue cultivators’ facial expression changed violently. They became angry from embarrassment so that anger surged and an intense hatred suddenly arose.
Kill him!
In the angry roar, the rogue cultivators clanked out their weapons and surrounded Lyu Kuang in the middle.
Next to them, Lin Xin, Murong Yanzhi and Yu Jueyao, the disciples of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had already appeared to watch the situation developments quietly.
To tell the truth, as the disciples of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, they naturally took the side of Lyu Kuang psychologically. But if Lyu Kuang really killed the fellows of the same human tribe and got this pile of blood treasures before him, then he had done something wrong, and they could not help him, so they were all waiting for Lyu Kuang to speak up for himself.
But Lyu Kuang only swept his eyes over his companions of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, refusing to defend himself or ask for help.
He sat on the bench with a straight back like a long sword, sneering. Blood flowed down his arm on the long saber. The blood dropped on the bluestone ground along with the slot of the long saber, forming a gradually expanding blood pool on it.
Kill him!
A rogue cultivator chopped off with a long saber in his hand.
Lyu Kuang wanted to block the rogue cultivator’s saber with his own horizontally, but because of the serious injury, he just raised his arm in half, his wound opened with blood spraying out. Giving a grunt, he could not lift his arm anymore. Lyu Kuang stared at that rogue cultivator as if he wanted to see the rogue cultivator’s saber cutting his neck by himself…
