The male voice laughed loudly, saying, "Don't bother about that crazy woman... Naturally, what you have to do is to open the second set to train up your meridians, simulate the second Qi Seed, and master the second form of mystical energy to satisfy the constitutional restrictions of the 'Holy Double Manifestation of Saber and Sword'. Then, all your obstacles will naturally be overcome."
"I implore both of you seniors to teach me how to open up the second training system in myself?" asked Ding Hao sincerely.
"Hahaha, good kid. You're impatient, though. Don't you wish to ask how you would differ from ordinary folk after opening up the second training system in yourself?" said the male voice. He sounded extremely pleased with Ding Hao's choice, but he had not forgotten to remind the youth solemnly.
"I believe that both of you seniors will never harm me," replied Ding Hao with a straight face.
The two voices in his hea
"Many thanks for your advice, elder. I understand now," replied Ding Hao with a nod. "You, very despicable person, have been speaking badly about me behind my back again," the female voice, which had been silent for a long while, said. She would not give in, and immediately issued her rebuke upon hearing the male voice talking about her. "Obviously I said that in your face. How could I speak behind your back?" The male voice replied as he laughed loudly and proudly. "..." The female voice was silent. "..." Ding Hao was speechless. "Why don't we do it like this? Kid, in future, you address me as Sword Master, and the crazy woman as Saber Master, to avoid mixing things up when we talk next time. We will also know who you're speaking to in this manner..." the male voice said. "Damn you! I'm still in my prime. Saber Master sounds too old for me. Call me Saber Fairy instead, wahahaha..." "Saber Fairy? I spit on that thought. You're a crazy
"The top ranking disciple in the Southern Academy of purple shirts is known as Lyu Kuang. Many followers from the Southern Academy have gathered by his side, and it is said that he is already secretly in control of one-quarter of its disciples. Other than Lyu Kuang, the other disciples that are the most well-liked and active are Nan Mengzheng, Dong Yi, Wang Xiaoshi, and a few others. They possess a certain level of strength." "The Northern Academy of yellow shirts is not united, but there's a fatso known as Ren Xiaoyao and a teenager called Lin Xin. They have been very active these few days. They are also very strong and have been trying to contact the other disciples of the Northern Academy!" "As for the Western Academy of red shirts, there's nothing really special about it. There's nobody there worth focusing your attention on, and rumor has it that all of their 10 seed candidates are not very strong." After finishing reporting in one go, Zhang Tianlun also pr
The fire force only took less than an hour to dredge one-eighteenth of the Ren Meridian and arrive at Zhongji, the first aperture of Ren Meridian. According to the cultivation method recorded in the "One Saber to Begin Your Journey Technique", the fire force constantly tried to dredge that condensed and solid aperture and refined the impurities. Time passed quickly. It was again at dawn. Ding Hao's body was giving out heat that made the air moist and shone with faintly red as if he was in a steamer. The temperature in the room had gradually reached very high. When the first rays of the sun came in from the window and fell on Ding Hao's body. Boom! Ding Hao's figure shook a little. He opened his eyes with a smile. "Haha, Finally! I've made it!" Zhongji, the first aperture of Ren Meridian, one of the six extra-channels, was finally thoroughly refined. That aperture, which was originally filled with impurities, was n
They were dressed in pale gold robes, about 30 years old, with majestic faces, long hairs floating before their chests. There were waves of powerful Qi, swaying around their bodies, and even distorting the sunlight around them. All the nominal disciples were so nervous that they breathed slightly. Ding Hao felt like he choked, as if three ancient mountains were in front of him. The ice Qi in his lower dantian and the fire Qi in his middle dantian were both being suppressed, so they began making instinctive moves. They started to violently flow in the meridians and apertures as a resistance. Like thunder, they resisted instinctively. He hurried to suppress the two forces with his remaining energy to slowly stabilize the Qi. "That's horrible! The three cultivations must be more than primordial grandmasters. They must have reached incredible realms. Swordsmanship-seeking Sect's experts are as common as the clouds!"
It was at the same time. The three third-gen core inner circle martial experts, including Yin Yifei, all returned to the magnificent auditorium which had been built beside the Hall of Military Affairs. They greeted a few dozens of outer elders, inner elders, other third-gen experts of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, and secular elders of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect who came from down the hill. Then, they took their seats and awaited the commencement of the game. After 15 minutes, the bell rang magnificently one more time inside the Hall of Military Affairs. Finally, the thrilling competition of the five academies was about to begin. Soon, on the announcement stone tablet in the center of the Hall of Military Affairs, the competition arrangement of the first round was presented. In the first round, 50 seeded fighters from five academies would be divided into 25 groups. They would fight in pairs to complete the first round. Li Lan, who was the most
"Still hasn't drawn the sword? I suppose he can't find a chance to! Haha!" "That's right. A swordsman can't even draw out his sword in front of his opponent. What a shame for your Eastern Academy of green shirts seeded fighter!" Western Academy of red shirts disciples chortled wildly. "You..." Zhang Fan was not eloquent or good at reasoning. Thus, he could only talk back with his teeth gritted. "You can talk the talk, I'll see who laughs last!" "Right, wait and see. Our Brother Ding must kick the sh** out of the skinny tall bamboo!" Eastern Academy of green shirts disciples like Wang Xiaoqi enthusiastically rooted for Ding Hao and glared at the disciples of Western Academy of red shirts. In the middle of their bickering, a dramatic change happened in the ring— "Clang!" A sorrowful clang suddenly rang inside the entire ring. Moreover, the pouring sword light icing air stopped at that instant. Everyone raised their head in
The more he reflected on the set of swordsmanship, the more exquisite he thought it was. However, the disciple Song Feixiong from Western Academy of red shirts apparently had not grasped the real quintessence of the swordsmanship, for he only copied the movements, not the soul of it! At the same time, a few dozens of disciples from Eastern Academy of green shirts, including Zhang Fan, gathered around Ding Hao in a circle, in the prevention of any disturbance. Ding Hao was taking a rest in preparation of the second round of the martial arts contests. "Ding Hao actually made it to the next round!" In distance, Ge Yin was not quite convinced of Ding Hao's victory. "He was just lucky and met a Western Academy of red shirts fool." Apparently, Zhang Tianlun was not satisfied with the result either. Although they were all disciples from Eastern Academy of green shirts, Ding Hao's victory had somehow stolen the spotlight that was supposed to be exclusively
"You are too far away... really not fun!" "You are just too weak... There is hardly thrilling!" Chen Sheng hissed, shaking his head as he looked proud of himself. Still, unable to do anything, Ge Yin could only seethe in anger. He could hardly summon any resolve to fight before such an adversary. The sore and pain felt by him extinguished whatever will he had as he sighed dejectedly and surrendered the game. At the same time at the 18th arena, another player from the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts, Zhang Tianlun, has just been defeated, effectively ending his run in the five academies' tournament. "Liang Feixue of the Honorable Alliance of Seven! He's too terrible!" Standing at the bottom of the arena, Zhang Tianlun reflected on what had happened four to five minutes ago on the arena and looked up at the young man in flowing robes of white that contrasted his long black hair, feeling a sudden chill that made him shuddered. Zhang Tian