C3 (1/2)
Everyone was stunned.
Li Mingxue held his forehead, looking extremely disappointed. If a man couldn't judge the timing, how far could he go in the future?
Bai Han was speechless. He originally wanted to step out and stop this kind of unilateral abuse, but now it wasn't necessary.
Chen Yu's eyes sparkled as he thought back to how Ling Hao had been beaten into a dog.
Young Master Wang held back his laughter and said, ”Seeing how confident Brother Ling is, you must be very confident. Then I'll have to ask for some advice.”
He pulled away.
”So much nonsense. Hurry up.”
”Eat my fist!”
Young Master Wang's eyes were like lightning. He raised his hand and punched forward with the momentum of a tiger. This was the Fierce Tiger Fist he practiced earlier in the morning!
”Full force.”
Ling Hao stretched out his arm, easily dodging it, and grabbed Wang Shao's right hand.
With a cold roar, he punched out with his fist, and the wind howled!
”It has no form, no spirit.”
Everyone held their breath as their eyes turned round.
Ling Hao's punch actually revealed the charm of a tiger.
Young Master Wang was the first to fall. He fell a few dozen feet back, his eyes were aghast, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Li Mingxue revealed an expression of disbelief. That Young Master Wang was at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, why?
A pin drop like this could be heard on the scene. This kind of surprising turn of events was out of everyone's expectations. Only Ling Hao's expression was indifferent. He waved his sleeves and left everyone's line of sight.
”Master, he's at the 3rd level of Qi Condensation!”
When Bai Han heard Wang Shaotian's words, he couldn't help but say, ”Impossible. Breaking through realms takes at least 10 days, then 3 days, then 5 days. Even if you want to make a breakthrough, you can't just break through.”
”Also, that fierce tiger from earlier had a godly form. It's truly inconceivable!”
While everyone was still in shock, they didn't notice a purple-clothed woman in the pavilion behind them. Her figure was enchanting, and she wore a veil that covered her face. Beside her were two maids around fifteen to sixteen years old.
”Looking at his weak appearance, does Miss really have any talent?” The maid couldn't help but ask.
”Hmph. What do you know? Although the Fierce Tiger Fist is an inferior martial skill, when that young man used it, he was like a fist faction of his generation.”
”Order an investigation into his identity.”
The purple-clothed woman said indifferently.
The maidservant was slightly stunned. Her young miss had never been this attentive towards anyone before. Was this young man really that outstanding?
However, due to an order, she nodded and said, ”Don't worry, Miss. We will find out about it tonight.”
In the training field, everyone gradually dispersed, leaving behind one person, Chen Yu and Young Master Wang.
Chen Yu's face was ashen as he smashed the table with his fist.
”Trash! He's only at the 3rd level of Qi Condensation, and yet you can't even defend against him! What's the use of me asking you to follow him?”
”Brother Yu, that guy's strength is not to be underestimated. Just his strength alone might be no less than four thousand Jin.”
Chen Yu held his hands behind his back as he walked forward, his eyes filled with doubt, ”You mean, he didn't use his full strength?”
Four thousand jin of strength, if he used his full strength, how could Wang Shaotian only spit out blood?
Young Master Wang's eyes first revealed a hint of fear as he said, ”His fist was full of power, I …”
”That's enough, show others' determination and extinguish your own prestige!”
What kind of climate could a 3rd level Qi Condensation cultivator have?
Leaving the Spirit Flame Mountain Range, Ling Hao circulated his inner strength and ran towards the center of the Ash Wolf Mountain.
The sound of birds and beasts could be heard as they shuttled through the jungle. It was currently spring, and the flowers, plants, and trees were full of vitality.
Ling Hao stopped in his tracks and looked ahead.
He came to Green Wolf Mountain because of his father's disability, and because he was looking for treasures to use in his alchemy practice. Relying on cultivation all night long, reaching the eighth level of Qi Condensation within a month was a fantasy.
The [Nine Heavens Creation Scripture] encompassed all sorts of elements in the universe, be it refining pills or weapons, or setting up a treasure hunt.
What he needed to do now was to set up a formation to search for treasure. Spiritual herbs that were naturally produced by heaven and earth could not be found by the naked eye unless one cultivated to a certain level.
Only by borrowing the natural power of the formation could it reveal its true form.
Ling Hao sat down cross-legged and adjusted his inner breathing, the air around his body swirling.
He raised his finger in front of his eyes, and two streams of light shot out from his finger.
”Go!”
All of a sudden, the spiderweb-like airflow rose up, as if it were about to grow larger.
In the blink of an eye, it landed on the ground in the air above the forest. The network of air currents shot out bursts of splendor.
Ling Hao laughed: ”With this path of treasure hunting, who in the world can stand on equal footing with me.”
He looked at the originally dull flowers and plants. Some of them were shining.
”Blood Soul Grass, Lingzhi, True Essence Flower.”
”These elixirs are sufficient to sustain my current cultivation level.”
Ling Hao sighed in admiration and began to pick the herbs. He picked up the Cosmic Bag that all of his clansmen could have and placed all the herbs he had into it.
He wasn't that strong, and the space he gave out was pitifully small.
If he continued to pluck, there would be no room for him in the cave.
If the outside world were to know that the elixirs were packed to the brim, they would definitely be jealous to death.