C21

"Isn't this bullying?"

"Chen Yu is at the 8th level of Qi Condensation, the difference is too huge!"

"There's no other way. The strong are respected."

Chen Yu ran to the stage, looked at Ling Hao, and laughed sinisterly: How do you want to die?

Ling Hao did not say anything, after all, he was extremely confident in his own abilities, so if he were to kill Chen Yu, there would not be much of a dispute.

After Yang Linglong heard this, she had the impulse to pull out her treasure sword and kill this man.

Li Mingxue anxiously shouted from below the stage: "Brother Yu, don't kill him. Let him live."

After all, she was the person who had saved her in the past. No matter how far she distanced herself, she could not distance herself from this life saving favor.

Ling Hao thought that he still had some conscience, but he seemed to have asked the wrong person.

Immediately, Ling Hao released the cultivation level that he had been restraining, and the surrounding spirit energy gathered around his body.

white-clothed youth, imposing and grand, had already reached the eighth level of Qi Condensation!

"This kid is too terrifying!" Bai Han slammed the table and stood up, but he could not help but exclaim in shock. In a short span of one month, he had consecutively risen to the sixth level of Qi Condensation, and it had to be known that he, Chen Yu, had relied on Seventh Elder's support, and the incredibly useful Origin Gathering Pills that he used every month, to get the qualifications to cultivate to the eighth level of Qi Condensation.

He was a poor man, why?

Bai Han could not understand, and even felt jealous in his heart.

Li Mingxue's beautiful eyes became round!

She had never thought that Ling Hao was actually at the eighth level of Qi Condensation. Then when they were fighting just now, did suppress his cultivation level? Was this disdain?

She sat on the chair and murmured, "I didn't expect that you would remain the same Brother Hao who carried me up the mountain."

"Become just me."

She closed her eyes, and her heart felt like it was being tossed and turned. Tears flowed down her face, and she didn't know why.

At the same time, on the stage, when Chen Yu saw that Ling Hao's cultivation level was actually exactly the same as his, she was initially only surprised.

Patriarch Seven looked at his son who was acting crazy, and his heart went cold. He felt that Ling Hao, who had shown off so much today, was not as simple as he seemed.

"Die!"

Chen Yu waved his fan lightly, his eyes filled with killing intent.

A yellow stream of light flew out from the folding fan. This was his top martial skill, Flying Fan's Flowing Light.

Ling Hao didn't even look as he directly punched forward!

A tiger with a fierce head and sharp teeth appeared in the air.

This tiger rushed towards Chen Yu. Chen Yu was shocked, wasn't this the Fierce Tiger Fist?

Such an inferior martial skill could actually be condensed into form?

He did not dare to be negligent. The folding fan flew out dozens of streaks of light, yet they were unable to penetrate the tiger shaped body.

Chen Yu had never had the heart to be modest, he used his absolute art the moment he started, but the current situation was too terrifying.

With the Tiger Form piercing through, Chen Yu had no way of dodging. The speed was not something he could dodge, he could only feel the ferocious tiger head about to pierce through his chest.

Chen Yu's eyes revealed a terrified look.

Patriarch Seven suddenly went onto the stage and smacked the tiger with his right hand.

The tiger's head was like a mirror. It was shattered into pieces by the stone, and soon after, it disappeared into thin air.

Ling Hao's eyes turned cold. If there was no explanation for this matter, then how could he let this matter go?

Yang Linglong's face turned cold as he rushed into the sky. Stepping on his flying sword, he said: "Seventh Elder, I would like to know, what are you doing?"

"If you don't tell me, I will kill him myself!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the extremely terrified Chen Yu.

A killing intent was revealed!

Her creamy cheeks were frosted over.

Patriarch Seven trembled. He raised his head and looked. His heart was suddenly filled with panic. This was the daughter of the Family Patriarch, the Eldest Miss.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and knelt down. "Eldest Miss."

As he spoke, his head knocked against the ground.

"I only have this one son. As a father, I really can't see my own child die in front of me. All these years, even if I didn't do anything, I still suffered greatly for Psionic Flame Clan!"

He knelt on the ground and said nothing.

With the tiger form just now, if it really did pass through his chest, then Chen Yu would have definitely died.

Yang Wuyuan also sighed lightly. Seventh Elder had really gone too far.

Yang Linglong, who was riding on her sword, smiled flirtatiously as she looked deeply at Seventh Elder. Her red lips slightly parted as she said: "What you said makes sense."

She turned around, and only then did Patriarch Seven feel relieved. He quickly nodded and said with gratitude, "Big Miss is indeed wise. We, father and son, are deeply grateful."

She was just a silly little girl.

"I will cripple his four limbs! "Do you think that makes sense?" An ice-cold and heartless voice resounded through the sky. All the people present have ashen faces. "

"Ling'er, don't be rash." Yang Wuyuan stood up, and his brows knitted slightly.

He knew his granddaughter's character. If it wasn't for her, she really would have become a general in the secular world!

"Grandfather, you tell me this. His son, Chen Yu, asked about Ling Hao's death the moment he arrived. What realm of True Yang did he not feel his killing intent at? "

Yang Linglong laughed, he then brandished his sword and landed on the ground, in his hand, the snow white longsword looked extremely cold!

She looked at Seventh Elder and said with a sarcastic tone: "If your son Chen Yu defeats Ling Hao and is about to kill him, as the host, would you, Seventh Elder, step in and stop your son?"

Yang Linglong held his hands behind his back, walked to the front, looked at the sweating Seventh Elder and said: "No, you won't, because Ling Hao is not your son!"

Unfortunately, Ling Hao is my friend. He doesn't have a father as protective as you, but he does have a friend like me. "Su Yun said.

"Today, if his four limbs aren't crippled, I won't be able to sleep or eat in peace!"