An advantage that martial arts disciples with blood lineage had, was that they clearly knew that Xie Jieyu not only had the appearance of absolute beauty, but also had incomparable potential. It was said that she possessed an extremely rare ‘immortal phoenix body’, and was a genius among geniuses. If they could practice martial arts with her, it was of infinite use to them.

But now, would such a divine flower be picked by a lowly registered disciple?

There really was no justice!

“Boy, you are a waste, a coward, a real coward. You registered disciples are a group of good-for-nothings, losers, scum! You are our stepping stones. One day, you will kneel at my feet for mercy… ” Yuan Tiangang had no person to vent his anger on and roared angrily.

Ding Hao suddenly stopped.

He slowly turned around and looked at Yuan Tiangang like a mad beast. His eyes were like knives and his mouth tilted slightly. He asked, “Do you think registered disciples are scum?”

When Yuan Tiangang saw that he finally angered his rival, he laughed, “Yes, scum, you are a group of poor stepping stones, good-for-nothings!”

“Really?” A smile appeared on Ding Hao’s face. “Then I’ll let you see the strength of registered disciples.”

Before his voice had died away.

Ding Hao flashed, and turned into a wisp of smoke, dreamy. Instantly he came to Yuan Tiangang with his white-jaded palm striking out lightly.

“Courting death!” Yuan Tiangang burst into shouting, with his arm pulling out a string of unreal images in the air. He took out his two knives in an instant, and the golden bell suddenly sounded, disturbing the soul.

He was going to use his best knife skill.

However, all of a sudden, his arms froze; the two knives seemed to be bogged down in a swamp and they became slower and slower. He no longer had the kind of smooth feeling displayed in usual times. As soon as Yuan Tiangang was in a daze, he was surprised to feel that he knew nothing. His rival’s light palm had been printed on the intersecting point of his two knives.

“Get out!” Ding Hao’s explosive shout sounded in everyone’s ears.

The next moment, his wrist shook.

Yuan Tiangang’s face suddenly changed greatly. He only felt that an irresistible force was attacking him. His whole body was thrown back against the ground, like sacks hit by a large siege hammer.

Boom!

Yuan Tiangang violently hit the fence of the square in the distance, breaking four or five jade railings. He fell to the ground with a pale face and opened his mouth to spit out one mouthful of blood. He looked at Ding Hao with horrified eyes, full of disbelieving expressions.

The mole boy Wang Yong and the others undoubtedly opened their mouths wide and almost unhinged their jaws.

How was that possible?

The third genius among bloodline martial arts disciples was regarded as the future leader of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Yuan Tiangang, who was doted on by all his teachers, he had just been easily defeated by an unknown registered disciple with a gentle palm.

This… was this a joke?

Several teenagers rubbed their eyes in disbelief, only to feel that their faces seemed to be slapped hard by something.

Yuan Tiangang had a white and bloodless complexion.

He didn’t expect that he lost so simply. His rival, with tyrannical strength, completely crushed him, without any opportunistic reasons. This was a bare show of strength!

How could a registered disciple be so powerful?

It turned out that at first, their rival did not compete because of fear, but because of disdain!

Such a severe blow made every bloodline disciple feel too shameful to hold up their heads.

Only Xie Jieyu, in a red light armor and just like a female warlord falling to the earth, had an expression of ‘I knew it would be so’ on her face. From the beginning, she had no doubt about Ding Hao’s strength. Without a real fight with Ding Hao, she would not really know what kind of power Ding Hao contained in his body.

Ding Hao’s eyes swept across the teenagers’ faces, sweeping away all their arrogance. Not even one dared to look up at him.

“The so-called bloodline disciples were just so-so. Now, do you know the strength of registered disciples?”

Ding Hao smiled slightly, shook his head, then turned around and left.

But at this moment, in the distance, a purple haired boy took no action since Ding Hao appeared. He had been quietly sitting on a twenty-meters-high statue, practicing some martial arts. He opened his eyes and looked at Ding Hao’s distant back.

In the distance, Ding Hao also felt it at once.

Turning around and looking at the boy, two people’s eyes collided with each other in mid-air; the friction produced a series of invisible sparks.

‘This man is a strong rival.’ Ding Hao felt slightly surprised.

The purple haired boy was different from other blood lineage disciples. He was very stable, without any superficial anxiety. He was so calm; like a deep, bottomless pond. The fluctuating Qi was taken into his body, so that he was even more unfathomable.

From his eyes, Ding Hao saw a strong fighting spirit.

However, the purple-haired boy closed his eyes very soon, as if falling into a deep sleep, and his breath became quiet again.

Ding Hao also turned around and left.

Ding Hao’s intuition told him that there would be a contest between him and this boy sooner or later.

…

Thanks to Xie Jieyu’s guidance, Ding Hao, with no sense of directions, finally came out of the 7th-stage area covered by clouds and mist, and got to the 3rd-stage area for registered disciples successfully.

“Well, let’s end for now. Thank you very much for today,” Ding Hao smiled and said.

“I am very happy to see you,” Xie Jieyu was natural and graceful as she spoke. “I’m bored to death with those guys who are fighting with each other every day.”

“This is the disadvantage of the sect.” Ding Hao shook his head and sighed, saying, “They are all spoiled children. After all, they are still too young. Their elders spoil them and make them lose their common heart. From this point of view, it is not necessarily a good thing that they are born with the holy blood constitution.”

“You act as an elder, as if you were old. However, there is one person of whom you must be careful, and he is not simple.”

“Do you mean the purple-haired boy sitting quietly on the statute?” Ding Hao nodded and continued, “Well, he is really different, among the twenty blood lineage disciples. Besides you, that guy is also a person that I can’t see through, however, hey hey.” Speaking of this, Ding Hao smiled nonchalantly and said, “If I can even handle Mu Tianyang, would I worry about others?”

“That’s true.” Xie Jieyu gave Ding Hao an angry stare and said calmly, “This matter has already begun to spread. I believe that before long, everyone will know it. Ding Hao, things in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect are definitely not as simple as they appear to be. Now undercurrents are surging. I’m afraid that some people will be against you secretly. You should be more careful in ordinary days.”

Ding Hao nodded. He did not want to think about it, and deliberately teased, “Why, speaking of the engagement three years later, you don’t seem to worry about me at all.”

Xie Jieyu looked at Ding Hao with a bright smiling face and said with certainty, “That is because I firmly believe that it must be you, not Mu Tianyang, who will finally win.”