C15

Ling Changfeng sat on the chair without saying a word, after a while, he looked at Ling Hao, the struggle in his eyes became stronger, and his eyes became dim.

He grabbed the jar of wine on the table and held it up to his chest.

"Gurgle gurgle ?" As the strong alcohol entered his throat, Ling Changfeng coughed continuously. He wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and sighed softly, "Hao'er, it's not that Father does not want to tell you, it's just that with our current strength. After knowing about this, we would have a demonic feeling."

Walking to Ling Changfeng's side, he slowly sat down. Ling Hao bitterly smiled, since his father was so cautious, it was probably because he was worried that would do something impulsive.

"Dad, I won't ask."

"Don't drink so much."

The two of them discussed for a while, then Ling Changfeng said:" In a few days, the Flame Clan's competition will begin. Hao'er, I do not beg you to be the champion, I just hope that you will not be eliminated. " Ling Changfeng shot a glance at Ling Hao with a complicated gaze. Even if his own child was able to pass down cultivation to a god and even had his right leg healed, he had heard that those students were all at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Condensation.

Ling Hao thought about whether he should tell his father and give him a surprise after weighing the pros. Not only would he be qualified to enter the Yan Clan Academy, he would even be able to be number one in the Flame Clan Competition in a few days!

This way, he could tell everyone that he, Ling Hao, was not a piece of trash! His father, Ling Changfeng, had a good son.

In the past few days, Yang Linglong and Yang Linglong had been looking for him quite a bit, and the relationship between the three of them gradually deepened. When they talked about the Flame Clan's Large Competition in a few days, Yang Linglong expressed that he was very optimistic about Ling Hao.

In the morning, Dongfang Chen was shining on the Psionic Flame Clan's plaza, shining every bit of light on the young boys and girls who were looking forward to it. There were at least a thousand of them, and all of their faces were filled with anticipation.

The Psionic Flame Clan Competition that was held once every four years had finally arrived. Their learning and cultivation level was finally going to be tested. Every student knew in their hearts that if they succeeded in enrolling, they would enter the Flame Clan Academy.

It was wider, and it would help them move forward for a long time.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd was like the noise of a market in the early morning. The teachers used their eyes or actions to stop the rowdy youngsters. They quietly lined up in a long line. The ones in front of them were instructors for their martial arts.

"Everyone, in these four years, you have all grown up. Your parents are the foundation of my Psionic Flame Clan.

In the center of the square on the arena, the grey robed middle-aged man's voice was like a thunderclap that spread to everyone's ears.

"The one presiding this time is actually Patriarch Seven." A few years ago, she had the privilege of meeting Seventh Elder, so she had an impression of him.

Chen Yu, who was at the side, lightly waved his fan. Seeing Li Mingxue's gaze, he laughed softly and whispered into Li Mingxue's ear: "That is my father."

Li Mingxue's eyes were filled with astonishment, but soon after, he said in shock: "Brother Yu, your father is actually the Seventh Elder." After that, she smiled faintly, which melted the hearts of the youths around her. She then said: "In that case, Big Brother Yu's rapid increase in cultivation level must be related to your father."

"I, Li Mingxue, am indeed extraordinary." Li Mingxue held onto Chen Yu's arm even more gently.

"My father wouldn't let me tell others, but there might be other reasons. I have an inexhaustible supply of Origin Gathering Pills, so on what basis should those poor people be more outstanding than me?" Look at Ling Hao, what's his father like, isn't he just a loser? "What about him? He's even more of a loser than his father."

It seemed that the more he said it, the more dependent the beauty in his arms would be on him. Chen Yu laughed complacently.

"That's right, Brother Yu is that strong." With a charming smile, Li Mingxue said.

He took a glance at Chen Yu and thought, this child is actually Seventh Elder's son. For the past four years, he had only thought that Chen Yu's father was an ordinary clan member.

Then, for the first place in the Flame Clan, it seemed that the first place would fall into Chen Yu's hands. After Bai Han thought about it, he looked at the stage.

Patriarch Seven clearly introduced the rules of the competition.

"In this year's Flame Clan Competition, those who succeed will enter the academy, and those who lose will enter the service yard. It all depends on your luck."

"From now on, does anyone want to enter the arena?"

Patriarch Seven's eyes were like torches as they scanned the crowd below the stage. This kind of competition rules were very primitive. Fight on the stage and under one person, there would be more than ten thousand people. Cultivating martial arts also required a character like this.

"I'll go first!" He was dressed in blue and holding a large hammer, although he was a young man, he looked like a young man in his prime. He was at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, and knew that he did not have the qualifications to be number one, hence he could only come forward to inspect his cultivation level.

"Teacher Feng Kuo sat down. His name is Li Yang. I remember him." Someone recognized this youth and immediately said.

"Let me consult you." Dressed in white, she had a slim figure. She was around sixteen to seventeen years old. Her eyes were like lightning. Her left hand gripped the three-foot sword. With a light leap, she was already standing on the stage.