Just in front of the black figure, but he was always 20 meters away.
So far, Ding Hao had not seen clearly who took away his tattered rusty sword, or even whether the shadow was a human or an animal.
The shadow was too flexible.
It was like a monkey monster beast flying among the trees.
Ding Hao failed to count how long he had been chasing. The gentle slope in front of him had turned into a steep and rugged mountain road. Cliffs appeared on both sides of the road. Ancient trees and towering stone forests began to appear.
Under Ding Hao's body, the Qi of the lower abdomen stirred, roaring and surging in the first pass of the Shaoyin First Channel of Hand, and among the "Consciousness Sea" and "Life River" aperture, the Qi rotated at a speed of 21 revolutions per second, continuously providing new strength for Ding Hao.
Half an hour had passed, however, the distance between Ding Hao and the shadow did not shorten. Ding Hao frowned and finally sensed something was wrong.
He slowed his pace.
He could not chase down anymore!
A gentleman did not stand beside a dangerous wall!
This matter was strange.
Perhaps it was a plot against him. There was no need to take a risk for a rusty sword that was picked up from a rubbish heap and was only too comfortable to be replaced.
Suddenly, the shadow in front disappeared into the night.
After observing, Ding Hao found himself in a rush and unexpectedly came to the second area of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect's gate, a cliff area famous for its extraordinary dangers and beauty.
There were few people here, and the forest was deep and remote, shrouded in layers of gauze-like fog. Under the moonlight, it was extremely lonely and remote. There seemed to be beast singing in the deep valley under the cliff in the distance.
The night wind was cold and seemed to be able to cut people's cheeks.
The deep night was the most likely thing to make people feel unsafe.
Without hesitation, Ding Hao turned and walked back.
Just then—
"Hey, you little fellow, why are you so timid?" A voice with dissatisfaction and ridicule suddenly sounded in the ear without warning.
Ding Hao was seriously surprised.
It was like being hit hard on the heart.
At that time, Ding Hao felt as if his legs were like springs. He swished up to four or five meters high and dodged into one direction. When he was hovering in the air, wind, frost, snow, and Qi was twisting around him. He had been on guard. Only at that time did he turn to check what had happened.
The place where he was before was empty, not even a ghost in sight.
"What's going on? Am I imagining things?" Ding Hao was so shocked that his hair all curled up.
Just now he clearly heard someone talking behind his back. Where was the person?
"Hey, the little guy is quite quick!" Just when Ding Hao was shocked and uncertain, the previous voice sounded clearly behind his head again. His back neck could even feel the cold breath of the talking man.
"Damn it!"
Ding Hao was surprised and blurted out a catchphrase in his previous life. Then, he conveniently swung his hand. Immediately, coldness was brewing in the air. Hundreds of glittering, translucent, and sharp snowflakes ice were dancing and bursting in all directions.
However, who knew that this palm still hit nothing?
"Wahahaha, you can't catch me, you can't catch me." The voice rang again.
The most horrible thing was that Ding Hao clearly felt that this man was clinging to his back from beginning to end and could feel his breath when speaking, but he just couldn't see or touch that guy.
"Is it a human or ghost?" Ding Hao's body rotated 720 degrees.
Still, he saw nothing.
Haunted?
Or a peerless master?
"Sir, if you don't come out now, I'll be leaving." Ding Hao said that and then exerted his full energy running in the direction of the marital house. In a split second, he was thousands of meters away.
"Forget it, I won't scare you, you coward."
The voice came again.
Then Ding Hao suddenly felt that he had been picked up from the back collar like a chicken. Feet off the ground, he was walking rapidly backward. The scenery beside his ear was completely out of sight while gales were pouring into his mouth.
Ding Hao did not know how far he had flown in that instant. It felt just like flying. Before Ding Hao made up his mind to shout for help, the "walking in the clouds" tour finally ended.
Ding Hao felt the solid ground under his feet and found him on an unknown dangerous peak.
Looking up, a slender middle-aged man in a blue coarse robe stood behind him, touching his chin and looking at Ding Hao, unsatisfied.
The middle-aged man was about 40 years old, and his appearance was extremely ordinary. He had the appearance of a passer-by who did not stand out in a crowd at all. He had long black hair and a large black wine gourd tied to his waist. The gourd was already tanned and shiny. He struck Ding Hao as a slovenly drunkard.
The only things unforgettable were the eyes of this middle-aged man.
This pair of eyes was extremely bright, comparable to the stars in the sky. When you looked closely, this pair of pupils was deep and remote, and something was disillusioned in them as if it contained the process of the transformation and evolution of the universe. It made you feel that even your soul was deeply soaked in it.
Ding Hao even noticed that the rusty sword he had lost was being casually inserted at this guy's waist.
It turned out that the black figure who robbed his rusty sword and led him all the way to the remote place was the middle-aged slovenly drunkard in front of him.
"This guy brought me here on purpose."
Combined with things before and after, Ding Hao instantly guaranteed.
He looked around carefully and found himself standing on a platform at the top of a lonely peak.
This was a place where you could not run away.
Around it, there was a bottomless abyss.
The summit of the lonely peak, where the two men are located, was a platform with less than half an acre large, with no grass growing or smooth stone surface. It felt as if it was cut out by a sword with great magic power. Moreover, the incision was so neat that it looked like delicate man-made polishing.
Looking into the distance, Ding Hao didn't know how far he ran out. The rugged mountain road he passed before was long gone. Even the vast buildings at Swordsmanship-seeking Sect's gate were only vaguely visible.
The only thing that reassured Ding Hao was that he did not feel any hostility from this strange man in black. Although this guy was looking at him with a sad expression as if he had been the crooked melons and cracked dates in the vegetable market.
More importantly, Ding Hao found that judging from the style of the linen blue shirt, this strange man in black should also belong to Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.
"Senior..." Ding Hao said something.
"Don't call me senior." The stranger in black rudely interrupted Ding Hao and angrily shouted. "You're quite talented, but why are you such a coward? Huh? Your most precious weapon has been robbed by others and you actually stopped halfway through the chasing. Do you still have the consciousness of being a swordsman?"
Just in front of the black figure, but he was always 20 meters away.
So far, Ding Hao had not seen clearly who took away his tattered rusty sword, or even whether the shadow was a human or an animal.
The shadow was too flexible.
It was like a monkey monster beast flying among the trees.
Ding Hao failed to count how long he had been chasing. The gentle slope in front of him had turned into a steep and rugged mountain road. Cliffs appeared on both sides of the road. Ancient trees and towering stone forests began to appear.
Under Ding Hao's body, the Qi of the lower abdomen stirred, roaring and surging in the first pass of the Shaoyin First Channel of Hand, and among the "Consciousness Sea" and "Life River" aperture, the Qi rotated at a speed of 21 revolutions per second, continuously providing new strength for Ding Hao.
Half an hour had passed, however, the distance between Ding Hao and the shadow did not shorten. Ding Hao frowned and finally sensed something was wrong.
He slowed his pace.
He could not chase down anymore!
A gentleman did not stand beside a dangerous wall!
This matter was strange.
Perhaps it was a plot against him. There was no need to take a risk for a rusty sword that was picked up from a rubbish heap and was only too comfortable to be replaced.
Suddenly, the shadow in front disappeared into the night.
After observing, Ding Hao found himself in a rush and unexpectedly came to the second area of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect's gate, a cliff area famous for its extraordinary dangers and beauty.
There were few people here, and the forest was deep and remote, shrouded in layers of gauze-like fog. Under the moonlight, it was extremely lonely and remote. There seemed to be beast singing in the deep valley under the cliff in the distance.
The night wind was cold and seemed to be able to cut people's cheeks.
The deep night was the most likely thing to make people feel unsafe.
Without hesitation, Ding Hao turned and walked back.
Just then—
"Hey, you little fellow, why are you so timid?" A voice with dissatisfaction and ridicule suddenly sounded in the ear without warning.
Ding Hao was seriously surprised.
It was like being hit hard on the heart.
At that time, Ding Hao felt as if his legs were like springs. He swished up to four or five meters high and dodged into one direction. When he was hovering in the air, wind, frost, snow, and Qi was twisting around him. He had been on guard. Only at that time did he turn to check what had happened.
The place where he was before was empty, not even a ghost in sight.
"What's going on? Am I imagining things?" Ding Hao was so shocked that his hair all curled up.
Just now he clearly heard someone talking behind his back. Where was the person?
"Hey, the little guy is quite quick!" Just when Ding Hao was shocked and uncertain, the previous voice sounded clearly behind his head again. His back neck could even feel the cold breath of the talking man.
"Damn it!"
Ding Hao was surprised and blurted out a catchphrase in his previous life. Then, he conveniently swung his hand. Immediately, coldness was brewing in the air. Hundreds of glittering, translucent, and sharp snowflakes ice were dancing and bursting in all directions.
However, who knew that this palm still hit nothing?
"Wahahaha, you can't catch me, you can't catch me." The voice rang again.
The most horrible thing was that Ding Hao clearly felt that this man was clinging to his back from beginning to end and could feel his breath when speaking, but he just couldn't see or touch that guy.
"Is it a human or ghost?" Ding Hao's body rotated 720 degrees.
Still, he saw nothing.
Haunted?
Or a peerless master?
"Sir, if you don't come out now, I'll be leaving." Ding Hao said that and then exerted his full energy running in the direction of the marital house. In a split second, he was thousands of meters away.
"Forget it, I won't scare you, you coward."
The voice came again.
Then Ding Hao suddenly felt that he had been picked up from the back collar like a chicken. Feet off the ground, he was walking rapidly backward. The scenery beside his ear was completely out of sight while gales were pouring into his mouth.
Ding Hao did not know how far he had flown in that instant. It felt just like flying. Before Ding Hao made up his mind to shout for help, the "walking in the clouds" tour finally ended.
Ding Hao felt the solid ground under his feet and found him on an unknown dangerous peak.
Looking up, a slender middle-aged man in a blue coarse robe stood behind him, touching his chin and looking at Ding Hao, unsatisfied.
The middle-aged man was about 40 years old, and his appearance was extremely ordinary. He had the appearance of a passer-by who did not stand out in a crowd at all. He had long black hair and a large black wine gourd tied to his waist. The gourd was already tanned and shiny. He struck Ding Hao as a slovenly drunkard.
The only things unforgettable were the eyes of this middle-aged man.
This pair of eyes was extremely bright, comparable to the stars in the sky. When you looked closely, this pair of pupils was deep and remote, and something was disillusioned in them as if it contained the process of the transformation and evolution of the universe. It made you feel that even your soul was deeply soaked in it.
Ding Hao even noticed that the rusty sword he had lost was being casually inserted at this guy's waist.
It turned out that the black figure who robbed his rusty sword and led him all the way to the remote place was the middle-aged slovenly drunkard in front of him.
"This guy brought me here on purpose."
Combined with things before and after, Ding Hao instantly guaranteed.
He looked around carefully and found himself standing on a platform at the top of a lonely peak.
This was a place where you could not run away.
Around it, there was a bottomless abyss.
The summit of the lonely peak, where the two men are located, was a platform with less than half an acre large, with no grass growing or smooth stone surface. It felt as if it was cut out by a sword with great magic power. Moreover, the incision was so neat that it looked like delicate man-made polishing.
Looking into the distance, Ding Hao didn't know how far he ran out. The rugged mountain road he passed before was long gone. Even the vast buildings at Swordsmanship-seeking Sect's gate were only vaguely visible.
The only thing that reassured Ding Hao was that he did not feel any hostility from this strange man in black. Although this guy was looking at him with a sad expression as if he had been the crooked melons and cracked dates in the vegetable market.
More importantly, Ding Hao found that judging from the style of the linen blue shirt, this strange man in black should also belong to Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.
"Senior..." Ding Hao said something.
"Don't call me senior." The stranger in black rudely interrupted Ding Hao and angrily shouted. "You're quite talented, but why are you such a coward? Huh? Your most precious weapon has been robbed by others and you actually stopped halfway through the chasing. Do you still have the consciousness of being a swordsman?"
