C262 Low Grade Spirit Stones
C262 Low Grade Spirit Stones
"Early Houtian expert, I didn't expect him to be an early Houtian expert, the Cultivation!" Shen Yue was surprised. Her eyes revealed a trace of shock as she exclaimed.
"He is only twenty years old. Even those geniuses in the Rising Sun Country Imperial City don't have such heaven defying talent." The village chief muttered.
"Humph, since the spiritual attack is useless against you, I'll have to use my martial skill on you. It's considered an achievement to be able to kill such a heaven defying genius." The middle-aged man in black said.
"Then let's see if you have the ability or not." Ding Hao said in a flat tone.
Hsing Yuhai and the others looked worried when they saw this scene. This situation was out of their expectation. They did not expect that there was an early Houtian expert hiding in this village.
The black-clothed middle-aged man had a serious expression. He moved his body and kicked off the ground with his feet. He shot towards Ding Hao like a cannonball.
Ding Hao's expression was calm and composed. He slightly leaned his body to the side, perfectly dodging the black-clothed middle-aged man's attack.
The expression of the man in black changed slightly. He threw another punch at Ding Hao, but this time, he was still cleverly dodged by Ding Hao.
"How is this possible!?" The middle-aged man in black roared in a low voice.
"It's useless. Even if you attack a hundred times, you won't be able to touch my body, because your strength is too weak." Ding Hao said indifferently.
"I don't believe that none of the early Houtian experts who fought with me could completely avoid my attack." The black-clothed middle-aged man said with decisiveness that could sever nails and chop iron.
A smile appeared on Ding Hao's face, and his eyes revealed a contemptuous look.
This was the first time Ding Hao had fought someone in the Apocalyptic Plane. This time, Ding Hao discovered that the Super-wealthy and Powerful System had opened up a new mode.
When he was fighting with the middle-aged man in black, the speed at which the man attacked slowed down in front of his eyes.
However, this was only used against opponents of the same realm and below. If the opponent's realm was high, the system's analysis would be useless.
"It's my turn now." Ding Hao said slowly.
The middle-aged man in black frowned. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation in a fight with an opponent of the same realm.
Ding Hao's body moved, and his feet stomped on the ground. His body was like a nimble wild goose as he landed behind the middle-aged man.
Ding Hao's right elbow suddenly swung and hit the back of the middle-aged man. Then, he quickly threw his leg at the man's waist. The whole movement was neat and clean, without any fancy moves.
The man in black stumbled and took a few steps back.
Ding Hao did not let his guard down. He continued to press forward step by step. His hands turned into fists and quickly swung forward. Thousands of fist shadows appeared where the punch came from.
When the man in black saw Ding Hao punch, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand and said, "Thousand Fist Phantom! I didn't expect you to be the disciple of the Thousand Hand Butcher."
"I didn't take him as my disciple, nor did I teach him this move. If my guess is correct, he should have comprehended it on his own during the battle just now." The village chief said.
"Comprehend it on his own?" The middle-aged man in black murmured.
However, right at this moment, Ding Hao's figure had already approached the middle-aged man in black. His punch was swift and fierce as it landed on the man's face.
The middle-aged man in black subconsciously used his finger to break the illusion. In the next second, Ding Hao's fist landed on the right side of his face. His body swayed and fell to the side.
Immediately after that, Ding Hao's fist landed on his body like a rainstorm of pear blossoms. The originally calm and composed middle-aged man in black was now in a sorry state, especially his face, which had changed beyond recognition, like a pig's head.
"I admit defeat. Don't attack again." The middle-aged man said in a panic.
"Admit defeat? Do you think this is a spar?" Ding Hao sneered and said with a mocking look in his eyes.
"Then what do you want? My master is an Innate Stage Expert White-Faced Scholar. If you let me go, I will let bygones be bygones." The black-clothed middle-aged man said hastily.
"Xiantian? Is it very powerful?" Ding Hao said with a playful tone.
After saying that, Ding Hao slowly approached the middle-aged man in black. His right hand quickly grabbed the man's neck and slowly lifted him up from the ground.
The pupils of the middle-aged man in black widened, and he began to struggle. His face was flushed red because of the blood. At this moment, Ding Hao was like a devil in his eyes, and the Qi of death filled the entire area.
"The strong live and the weak die. This is the principle that someone gave to me." Ding Hao said slowly.
"My master is nearby. He will not let you go." The black-clothed middle-aged man's throat moved as he said with great effort.
"Let him come and find me." Ding Hao said faintly.
Then there was a slight sound. The middle-aged man in black slowly landed on the ground. He did not even breathe.
When the surrounding people saw this scene, they were all shocked speechless, especially Hsing Yuhai. This man in black was stronger than his father, but he was easily defeated by this young man in front of him.
Then, the ones who would suffer next would be them. Just as he was thinking of retreating and leaving quietly, Ding Hao turned his head and stared at him. A bright light shot out from his eyes.
"Where do you all want to go? Weren't you all so arrogant just now? Didn't you want to understand the people of the village? Do you have no confidence now?" The corner of Ding Hao's mouth drew an arc as he spoke in a cold voice.
"Young master, may I know your name?" A frightened expression emerged on Hsing Yuhai's face, and a trembling voice came from his throat as he spoke.
"I have said it before, Young Master Ding is the same." Ding Hao said faintly.
"I was blind to not recognize Mount Tai just now. I have offended you. I think you are not from this village. Why don't you come to our family as a guest? My father will definitely treat you as a distinguished guest. Furthermore, I promise to give you a million gold as a gift. " Hsing Yuhai said.
"When we get the location of the inheritance left by the Shen Family from Shen Yue, other than the legendary low grade Spirit Stone, Young Master Ding can take anything else." Hsing Yuhai continued.
Ding Hao's eyes focused and a playful expression appeared on his face. He murmured, "low grade Spirit Stone?"
Hsing Yuhai's body trembled. He knew that he had said something out of nervousness, and thought that Ding Hao was interested in it. He quickly said, "If Young Master Ding is interested, you can take it too."
Ding Hao frowned and remained silent.
Everyone thought that he was considering whether to help Hsing Yuhai. The chief and the others looked solemn, and their palms were sweating.
When Hsing Yuhai saw this scene, he finally heaved a sigh of relief. If he could escape this calamity, he could use some other treasures to exchange for the low grade Spirit Stone.
"Not interested." Ding Hao shook his head and said.
Hsing Yuhai's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in shock, "This is a low grade Spirit Stone, it has a chance to help a person with the Houtian Cultivation to break through to the next realm."
"Do you think I'm poor? A mere low grade Spirit Stone is enough to make me change my mind. I need at least a million high grade Spirit Stone to be able to change my mind!" Ding Hao said indifferently.
"Are you kidding me?" Hsing Yuhai said.
"Did I promise you?" Ding Hao asked.
In fact, Ding Hao was communicating with the Ying Bao in his mind, asking what the Spirit Stone was.
"Are they staying or killing?" Ding Hao turned his head and asked the village chief.
The content came from [Migu Reading].