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Chapter 156 Gossip— Be Mindful of Your Image, Please
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Chapter 156 Gossip— Be Mindful of Your Image, Please

“Hey, hey, hey. It seems that you are not satisfied with it. Don’t you feel comfortable that my fists serve you? Would you like to have some more fists?” The cynical man was not satisfied with Ding Hao’s performance and punched his fist with bad intentions.

Ding Hao quickly satisfied the humble man’s vanity and said, “Thank you for your teaching, teacher-in-charge. I, your disciple has benefited a lot.”

Such words were not pretentious.

Although the cynical man had a bad mouth and his teaching method was a little violent and different, he was a good person. At least he had never humiliated disciples in the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts. Moreover, no matter who was taught, he would learn something from this teacher after being beaten.

So many disciples in the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts would rather be beaten up as pandas, they would like to fight with him one on one.

Everyone could see that the more diligent the disciples were, the more willing they were to bear hardships, the more “care” the cynical man took of them.

Ding Hao was obviously favored by the cynical man because he was the one who had been “taken care of” the most time. Basically, every time he had a practical lesson, Ding Hao would be beaten out of a pair of black eye circles.

“Ha-ha, it is just because my fists itched, I wanted to beat people up. It is not fuck teaching at all. You are too hypocritical. Ha-ha,” the cynical man said. But he smiled proudly. “Yes, boy, I heard that today you fought with some Yuan Tiangang, your rival in love for the favor of the beautiful and lovely little woman teacher Ximen, and you almost tore down the martial house. You caused great losses to us the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts. But you can rest assured that I have sent someone to repair the martial house. You need to pay for the repairs.”

Fuck off fighting for that woman teacher’s favor.

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Ding Hao defended, “Hey, have you got me wrong? It was Yuan Tiangang who provoked me first. I just fought back to safeguard the glory of the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts. You should go to Yuan Tiangang for the repair cost...”

“Come on, Yuan Tiangan is a bloodline warrior disciple. I cannot afford to offend him, but I can only bully you.” The cynical man shook his fist very rashly, which was as big as a casserole, and said with bad intentions, “Why, you are not convinced, come back to fight with me one on one?”

Ding Hao, “...”

I’m afraid of you.

Ding Hao turned around and left with a black line on his forehead.

“Hey, kid, let’s talk. I heard that Madam Ximen treats you differently. You’ve been told to go to her herb garden twice. You’re a real kid. Do you have an affair with her?” The cynical man flashed and appeared at Ding Hao’s side with a grinning face, and asked furtively.

Ding Hao almost flopped and fell to the ground, frothing at his mouth.

What an elder teacher! You should be mindful of your image, right? This is really a gossip!

...

After returning to his residence, Ding Hao lay quietly in bed and began to reflect on today’s fight with Yuan Tiangang.

The bloodline warrior disciples were really powerful.

Three or four days ago, in the seventh-rank ladder area, Yuan Tiangang did not deserve to be his enemy just for one move, but after only one-twentieth of his blood strength was aroused, he was able to completely suppress him in conventional fights. Such a change was more effective than years of earnest cultivation by others.

Without having mistakenly got some superficial knowledge of the “Sword Intent”, I was afraid that today I would have been defeated by Yuan Tiangang’s saber.

And obviously, Yuan Tiangang is not an exception. Like vulnerable black-moled teenager Wang Yong and others, once their bloodline strength is stimulated, I am afraid that they will instantly realize rapid development of strength, leaving ordinary disciples behind.

The bloodline warriors are really God’s favorites.

No wonder the sect would indulge Yuan Tiangang and others so that they could practice in such places as the seventh-rank ladder area where there was rich Spiritual Qi. Even the inner core elders such as Lu Yuqi, the Blossom Sword, were asked to escort them during their trial. They really took care of them as the pearl of the palm, which also causes arrogance and outrage of bloodline warriors.

“Only by practicing every minute to strive to master Sword Intent and saber intent can I fight against bloodline warriors.” Ding Hao could not help but clench his fists. “If I can’t even defeat the son of a bitch like Yuan Tiangang, how can I climb up the Frozen Peak three years later and fight against the super genius prodigy Mu Tianyang, and there is only such a guy in 1,000 years?”

Thinking of this, Ding Hao sat up from bed, quickly came to the living room, sat cross-legged on the rush cushion and began to practice martial arts.

Ding Hao ran Qi slowly and tempered the whole body so that the congested blood and swollen lumps out of being beaten by the cynical man subsided gradually, the dark circles in the orbital cavity disappeared, and he recovered.

Then he ran the ice and snow Qi in the lower dantian for 36 circulation of vital energy.

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“Well, the strength has increased by less than 10 kilograms...” Ding Hao stood up and warmed himself up, savoring improvement of his strength.

“Recently, however, physical strength has been increasing more and more slowly. Every time I was beaten by the cynical man in the stomach, I can always increase my strength by about 50 kilograms, but now...” Ding Hao found that it has become extremely difficult to increase his strength by using ordinary external practice. “It seems that it is necessary to stimulate the physical potential in the same way as others by refining efficacy. When I go back, I have to go to the market to buy some Upper Grade plasters for refining my body and bones!”

Ding Hao had completed the second level of “Nine Levels of Golden Body Building by Ice and Fire”.

This was a magic skill to enhance physical strength, resilience, and physical defense, and it could not help significantly improve physical strength. So if Ding Hao wanted to further enhance physical strength and develop his potentiality, he should, like all the warriors, take the road to refine foreign substance’s medicine efficacy into the body.

All over the world, the cultivation in any rare books concerning magic skills had certain requirements for physical strength.

The higher the rank of the top magic skill and cultivation method, the higher the requirement for physical strength.

Therefore, if a warrior wanted to improve his strength and practice advanced skills, he should strengthen his body and meridians first.

To achieve this, both golden body building through techniques and body tempering through Spiritual Medicine were required.

Almost all warriors had their own golden body building techniques, and they also chose suitable Spiritual Medicine to their physical property to temper their body.

After all, walking on two legs is much better than jumping on one leg.

“Only in this way, tael expenditure will soar by countless times. Those high-rank Spiritual Medicine and plasters were not absolutely inexpensive. They could be called soft gold, being martial artists were indeed extremely expensive professions.” Ding Hao sighed in his heart that he had saved a little gold notes, and did not know how long it would last.

At this time, in Ding Hao’s mind, he thought of the laughing voice of the Sword Master, “Fools, you are keeping a golden mountain without knowing it, and you want to buy those inferior plaster. Little Chap Ding, you are really stupid indeed.”

Ding Hao was stunned and then he understood the Sword Master’s implying meanings. He asked modestly, “Hey, what does that mean, Senior?”