Semua Bab Supreme Emperor of Swords: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Liang Feixue was trying his best to recover because his strength had been greatly consumed during the battles with Li Lan and Ren Xiaoyao. Compared to Ding Hao, it took Liang Feixue longer to recover, though Ding Hao's strength suffered almost the same amount of great consumption during the battle with Li Muyun. Wang Xiaoqi and Zhang Fan were massaging Ding Hao's arms, on both sides. Ding Hao was refreshing his spirit by closing his eyes. Ordinarily, Ding Hao had nothing to worry about after the fight with Li Muyun, but somehow, when he thought of the strange power hidden in Liang Feixue's body, Ding Hao did not feel good. He still remembered the words Li Muyun had told him during their battle that there was one person in the nominal disciples who could defeat him. Ding Hao suspected that Liang Feixue would be that person. Liang Feixue was the famous mysterious teenager among the five academies. Since he had gone so far, Ding Hao cert

At this moment, there was a thought—I was not as good as Ding Hao!—in the minds of Li Canyang, Xiao Chengxuan, Fang Tianyi, Lin Xin, Ren Xiaoyao, and those who had defeated by Ding Hao. The little pepper Li Yiruo stood there as if she was struck by lightning. In her mind, the scene that the bastard Ding Hao screamed at her emerged. She hated to admit, but compared with the jerk Ding Hao, those genius teenagers who curried favor with her and acted the so-called gentleman way were really weak! The brothers of Honorable Alliance of Seven suddenly felt a little worried that Liang Feixue would be in trouble, but there was a different color in Li Muyun's eyes! Further away, the only beautiful girl, who only appeared when Ding Hao was fighting, gently looked at Ding Hao's naked upper body with her pretty eyes. There were some times that she wanted to rush out to help Ding Hao, but she restrained herself. … Ding Hao twined all his broken bloody gree

"Ah, it must be delusional. Someone from Eastern Academy of green shirts actually won the competition? And their total score is ranked second? Well, it must be luck. Next time, you bunch of rats wouldn't be so lucky?" The cynical man sneered and said. That guy really knew how to annoy people. Thus, at that moment, including Ding Hao, nearly all Eastern Academy of green shirts disciples wanted to tear him into pieces. According to tradition, there would have been a celebration party. However, since Ding Hao had badly injured himself in the game. Thus, that night, the Eastern Academy of green shirts canceled the party. Instead, Ding Hao was escorted back to the No.8 Courtyard by Wang Xiaoqi and Zhang Fan. On their way, Ding Hao ran into many people, who had warmly congratulated him. Among them, there were Xiao Chengxuan, Li Canyang, and other "old friends" who he had met for once at the Sword-cleansing Pond.

However, everyone in Swordsmanship-seeking Sect knew that in every library, there was at least one inner elder guard whose strength had reached the level of the primordial great grandmaster. Moreover, with the mysterious inscription formation laid out by the high-level Inscriptionists, the guarding here were really solid. Taking the bluestone steps to the pagoda library, Ding Hao arrived at the entrance. He saw a gray-haired old man sitting quietly on a bamboo recliner under the shade of a tree at the gate of the ancient pagoda, absorbed in an unknown ancient blue thread-bound book in his hand. The sunshine scattered down along the leaves of the tree, and the gold recliner creaked while it swayed. This was a beautiful scene full of vicissitudes of life. "Hmm? A nominal disciple? Wants to enter the library?" Sensing someone coming, the white-haired old man asked softly. He did not look up, but still read quietly.

These were the three secrets that Ding Hao finally chose. Basically, they were the highest-ranked skill books stored on the third floor of the "Swordsmanship Hall Library". The two old monsters, Saber Master and Sword Master, were both quite satisfied with Ding Hao's choice. Now, Ding Hao had used up his time he could spend in the library. He carefully held the three wood boxes and found his way back. When he finally came to the entrance the "pagoda library", he once again met the white-haired old man, who was still lying on a bamboo recliner absorbed in some popular novel. "You've finally chose some? Let me see." The white-haired old man took the three wooden boxes from Ding Hao's hand. "Well, my little fellow, you have a keen eye and a lot of ambition. You have chosen the three skills that are the most powerful and at the same time the most difficult to practice on the third floor of the pagoda library. You've d