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"Please wait!" Seventh Elder suddenly said, staring at Ling Hao with sinister eyes, this young man, he had heard his own son, Chen Yu, say that he was just a piece of trash.

"Have you reached the fifth level of Qi Condensation?"

Ling Hao did not speak, his aura slowly rising.

Patriarch Seven mumbled in surprise, "She rose three levels consecutively in a month. Yu'er consumed a large amount of Origin Gathering Pills to achieve such an effect."

"This young man is not simple!"

Li Mingxue's heart was filled with mixed feelings, he looked at Ling Hao with complicated emotions, hiding his true strength? Unfortunately, you are still not as good as Big Brother Chen Yu.

"Is it ready?"

"Do I have the right to enter the academy?"

Ling Hao muttered to himself. Then, he turned his head and looked at Bai Han who was seated down.

This teacher had made a bet with him that day. If he lost, he would willingly enter the service yard and become a slave for the rest of his life!

But Bai Han lost and only apologized.

Bai Han was shocked. So he was already at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. No wonder he dared to challenge her.

After his emotions had calmed down, Bai Han said soullessly: "I take back what I said a month ago, and I'm now apologizing to you. I'm sorry, but I shouldn't have said you were lazy.

This was the first time in his life that he had made a mistake.

Everyone stared at Bai Han, they never expected a dignified Qi Condensation master would actually apologize to his own student.

Ling Hao said: "You sure are honest." Then, she never looked at him again.

Bai Qing was already impatient from waiting. An afterimage flashed past as the longsword drew a line in the air.

She was truly elegant and graceful, graceful like a swimming dragon.

No one could see her movements clearly, all they saw was an afterimage flash past.

Ling Hao still stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

He extended his arm and grabbed onto the longsword, and only heard a cracking sound.

A pile of powder scattered in the wind. When everyone took a closer look, they sucked in a breath of cold air!

Originally, Ling Hao had used his hands to control the sword's edge until it shattered into powder.

Bai Qing's face turned white, she glared at Ling Hao and did not say a word, but the devil had actually destroyed his weapon with his bare hands!

Was his hand made of fine steel?

After a moment of silence, everyone seemed to come to their senses.

Discussions rose and fell.

"This is too scary!" "Bai Qing's sword is made of at least fine steel. This fellow is truly terrifying!"

"I never thought that Ling Hao would be called trash. Why is he so strong?"

"That's not right. No matter how strong he is, snatching the white blade with his bare hands, is it even possible for everyone to think about it?"

Patriarch Seven's pupils shrank, and his palms began to drip with sweat.

As a cultivator of the True Yang realm, he had seen countless of strange things. A cultivation art like this, unless one used a secret method to refine the body, otherwise, it would be impossible to snatch the white blade empty-handed!

On the high platform, row after row of spectators were looking at the stage, Yang Linglong who was dressed in purple was talking to the old man beside him.

The yellow-clothed old man had a head full of white hair, but his eyes flashed with a bright light. He lightly stroked his beard, frowning slightly. "Ling Er, how familiar is this child with him?"

Earlier, Yang Wuyuan's grandfather had known that the Blood Soul Grass his grandson brought back was a gift from a youngster named Ling Hao. Out of gratitude, said that he wanted to see him many times.

Yang Linglong laughed and said: "Grandfather, we have a good relationship, he even taught me the Cloud Piercing Sword Art, I forgot to tell you, I have comprehended Sword Intent!"

Yang Wuyuan stopped stroking his beard, his eyes shining, and trembled as he asked: "What did you say?"

He absolutely did not believe that only the sword faction could comprehend that his granddaughter had comprehended sword intent.

Yang Linglong waved his hand and the flames soared into the sky, instantly condensing into a set of longsword.

"It's actually the sword intent of fire!"

"My good granddaughter, you are really great!" Yang Wuyuan abruptly stood up and looked at Yang Linglong in shock.

Subsequently, he looked at the youth in the center of the arena with an excited expression.

This kid, is a Hidden Dragon in Abyss!