C9 (1/2)

In the past few days, the Flame Clan's test was getting closer and closer. There was still about half a month left.

Ling Hao had always been training at home. His Cloud Piercing Sword Art was practiced to perfection, and his Fierce Tiger Fist had also reached the level of the first generation fist faction.

Yang Linglong, the proud daughter of the heavens, came to Ling Hao time and time again to spar in martial arts, but unfortunately, she also comprehended the sword faction's intention.

The two of them chatted more and more, often walking side by side in the Spirit Fire Plaza, which attracted the attention of many students.

Early morning, outside of Ling Hao's room.

”Linglong, your sword intent is almost the same as mine. You have achieved your goal.”

Ling Hao said as he looked at this woman who had the appearance of a fairy.

”I'll be out for a few days. I won't be back until the day of the competition, so don't look for me for a while.”

Yang Linglong's eyes were filled with reluctance. In the last few days, she had left an indelible image in her heart.

And then he said with determination, ”I want to go with you.”

”No, I don't want to take you with me.”

”You bastard, aren't you a man, a monk? To be able to talk to you while bringing a great beauty like me, how nice is that! ”

Even though Yang Linglong was in the True Sun realm, at this moment, she was like a little sister next door, with her eyes red and aggrieved beyond recognition.

”Look at you, if you don't have a chest, you won't be able to carry me.”

In the past few days, Ling Hao had found a cave, which might have been left behind by some great figure, but the more great opportunity there was, the more dangerous it would be. This kind of cultivation was too ordinary, and there was still half a month before he could amaze the world by reaching the eighth level of Qi Condensation!

Make those mocking ants shut their mouths.