"I'm a scam, so I've really traveled through time? And I also possessed a boy with the same name and surname as me and looks exactly the same?"

Ding Hao sat next to the [Sword Washing Pool], looked down at a broken black rust sword in his hand, and then at the handsome and handsome face reflected in the water. He had been staying there for more than an hour, and was a little unbelievable.

He clearly remembered that last night he and his friends went out for a breakup meal to celebrate high school graduation. He imagined his freedom after entering university and bid farewell to his friends who had been in pain for three years. Everyone was too excited and drank so hard that they were confused. When he opened his eyes and returned to his mind, he found that he had actually come to this strange world.

After glaring for a long time, Ding Hao knew that things had no change, so he reluctantly convinced himself to accept this fact.

I don’t know why, but while relucting to give up the life of the Earth world before, Ding Hao felt a faint feeling of indescribable excitement in his heart, as if he had been reborn. With a mentality that even he himself felt a little too calm, he accepted the new world and new identity very calmly.

Perhaps this is the risk factor that is unwilling to calm down and ordinary in his soul.

In the past more than an hour, the memory fusion that had been completely completed allowed him to know a lot of things.

This is a world called the Endless Continent. The strong are respected, there are many sects, and humans and demons jointly dominate the world.

The Wenjian Sect where Ding Hao is located is an eighth-grade sword cultivation sect, located in the boundary of Selangor, one of the ten and six major prefectures in the northern desert of the Endless Continent, is one of the nine human sects of Selangor [first courtyard, second village, three sects, and three sects]. It occupies hundreds of miles of Wenjian Mountain, with more than ten thousand disciples under its sect, and has produced many geniuses. Since its establishment, it has a history of more than 1,500 years.

As a sect with a prominent status, it is naturally very important to maintain the image of its own mountain gate.

On the contrary, even the experts who fly to the sky and escape are humans, and they still have to eat, drink, defecate, so the sect's hygiene work needs to be paid attention to, and the high-ranking warriors will not waste their precious time on cleaning the room. Therefore, the Sword Sect has an extremely systematic and huge "logistics group".

Ding Hao is not a disciple of the Sword Sect.

But a group in the [Logistics Group].

To be precise, he is a servant who is responsible for cleaning the mountain roads at the foot of the mountain every day.

In the memory that was previously integrated, something strange was that everything about before the age of ten was blank.

He didn't know who his parents were, nor did he know why he appeared in the mountains of Wenjian Sect.

The only memory of his relatives is a younger sister who was less than five years old who depended on him. In the cold winter when Ding Hao was eleven years old, when he was on duty, someone saw him being taken away by a mysterious and powerful woman in white and disappeared.

So, from the age of eleven, Ding Hao was an orphan before.

In this world where the strong are respected, becoming a strong is the dream of every boy, and Ding Hao is naturally not out of the box.

What's more, if he wants to get out of the Wenjian Sect, walk in the wilderness of demons, and find his missing sister back, he must have strong force.

Unfortunately, his innate roots and bones are poor, his meridians are small, and his understanding is limited. His innate qualifications are extremely poor. He started to participate in the annual entry test of the Sword Wen Sect at the age of ten, and until he was fourteen, he failed to pass the most basic test and became a registered disciple of the Sword Wen Sect.

According to the integrated memory, in another half a month, it will be the date when the Sword Sect opens the mountain gate to recruit children this year.

The memories in my mind also told Ding Hao that this year will be his last chance.

Because according to the rules of the Sword Sect, disciples over fourteen years old will not be recruited.

There is an irrefutable truth in this world: If a person cannot pass the basic sect entrance test before he is fifteen years old, it only means that his talent is really bad. If he has no fate with martial arts, he is better to be an ordinary person.

"My sister, then, don't I have only half a month to prepare?"

When Ding Hao thought of this, he felt a sense of urgency and crisis.

This natural idiot is quickly deploying himself into a new world.

Traveling through a fantasy world where demons and strong people are everywhere, if you cannot become a strong man who calls the wind and rain, you can only become the lowest foil, without dignity and sense of existence, and you cannot control your own life and death, and you are as ridiculously busy as an ants.

For Ding Hao, such a miserable situation would be better to wipe his neck immediately and reincarnate and delete the file.

Thinking of this, Ding Hao felt even more crisis.

He knew he had to act immediately and do something.

So, Ding Hao stood up and stood quietly beside the [Sword Washing Pool]. He thought for a while, closed his eyes, filtered some memories of sword moves in his mind, wanting to find clues to become stronger.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, as if he had thought of something.

The rusty sword in his hand shook slightly, and he stabbed out one sword, and used it very skillfully.

In the past fourteen years, although he was just a sweeper, as one of the peripheral staff members of the Sword Cultivator Sect, the sword cultivator, had been impressed and secretly practicing for a long time. This body still remembered some extremely superficial entry-level sword moves.

So Ding Hao used these sword techniques based on his memory at this time and felt that these few sword techniques were as skilled as if he had practiced them himself thousands of times.

This basic self-defense sword technique that a three-year-old child in the Sword Sect can do is divided into sixteen moves.

The first twelve moves are not very famous, but the last four moves are a little more exquisite, namely [Split Light], [Ice Opening], [Flirting Clouds] and [Chasing Wind]. If you use them in one breath, it will be endless, with the sword light rolling, and generally more than a dozen strong men cannot get close to you.

Ding Hao was focused on his mind and stabbed out one sword after another according to the memories in his mind.

What he himself did not expect was that he soon entered an extremely magical state.

If someone saw it at this time, he would scream incredibly, because Ding Hao, who is known as the most stupid pig in the Sword Sect, seemed to have changed his body at this time, with his footwork and movements extremely elegant and elegant, and his sword skills had a bit of a monstrous aura, especially when he arrived at the last four swords, the movements were closely connected, and there was no gap to follow, and a sword was as fast as a sword.

At the end, the light red rust sword turned into a red light and rolled around him, extremely sharp.

"call out--!"

As the sound of the rust sword breaking through the air, Ding Hao held up his sword and stood up.

A little surprised appeared on his pretty face.

"It's strange. In my previous memory, the last four styles of this sword technique were extremely difficult to master. The former master of this body spent more than two years practicing thousands of times, but he couldn't master it thoroughly. But why did I just think everything was very simple, and it seemed that as long as the moves I thought of in my mind, my body could easily complete it?"

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