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Ling Hao knew what she meant. He had never experienced feelings between a man and a woman in his previous life, at most, it would just be the happiness in his body. As for what it meant to be engraved in his heart, he did not know.

How should he answer?

Ling Hao replied seriously: "Maybe in the future." He walked in front of her and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"I ?"

"No matter where you go, as long as you don't forget me." Yang Linglong looked at him with her red eyes and said.

After these words were said, her heart was as though a little deer running amok. Like Lan Ruozhi, she twisted the corner of her clothes and looked at Ling Hao with an expectant gaze.

Ling Hao looked at her with his deep gaze. When her beautiful eyes reddened, his heart trembled for a moment.

Just at that moment, he was alarmed by a voice. Ling Hao frowned and looked over, there were two ordinary disciples standing outside the door.

"Senior Brother Ling Hao, Moro is here to pay his respects to the sect. All the heirs of our four great halls have been defeated, Hall Master requests of you." The voices of the two ordinary disciples were bitter.

Ling Hao did not make a sound, and directly dashed towards the mountain gate. He was a member of the academy after all, how could he just stand there and watch?

Along the way, Yang Linglong told him that the Moro was ranked fourth out of the ten great clans of the Gu Yue Empire, and had surpassed the Psionic Flame Clan. However, this clan had a special fetish, which was that they would bring their own clan's young experts to the various academies to learn from each other every year.

In front of the mountain gate stood two green-clothed youth, and behind them stood two old men.

In front of them, the disciples of the Yan Clan spat out blood and lay on the ground, breathing heavily. One of the youths dressed in gorgeous clothes also had an angry look on his face, he gritted his teeth and his face turned deathly pale, his left arm had been cut off by Mo Luo's disciples, causing him to be in unbearable pain.

The four Hall Master s of the Flame Clan Academy were furious, but they could not take action. It was originally a spar between juniors, so if this was the reason for the war between the two races, then there was no need.

His name was Xue Hua, a Successor Disciple of the Black Turtle Hall. Today, when he saw someone had come to stir up trouble in front of the mountain, he couldn't help but intervene. Who would have thought that this youth would directly cut off his left arm?

"Call Chen Zongyang out, you bunch of trash, I will kill you with my own hands!" He was a young genius of the Moro, his name was Zhou Cheng, and his cultivation level was at the fourth level of the True Yang. Last year, he came here to pay his respects to the mountain, and lost to Chen Zongyang.

"We told you, Chen Zongyang passed away." The disciple dressed in the Vermillion Bird attire said.

"I don't believe you. You're lying to me."

"Die!" Zhou Cheng pulled out a beam of light and directly pierced through the Vermillion Bird disciple's chest.

"Thief, don't be so arrogant!" Vermillion Bird Hall Master couldn't stop a single one of them and discovered that his disciple was already dead. His eyes immediately turned red, and ignoring the others who tried to stop him, he smashed his palm towards Zhou Cheng.

An old man behind Zhou Cheng raised his hand to welcome him. As true essence surged out, both sides immediately retreated several dozen feet.

"Vermillion Bird Hall Master, can you not interfere in matters between the younger generation?" The grey robed elder looked at Vermillion Bird Hall Master.

The Four Great Hall Master s and all the disciples of the Flame Clan felt an incomparable humiliation from the bottom of their hearts.

After being stirred up by the disciples in the mountain, the casualties among the ordinary disciples were close to ten, and even the true disciple, Xue Hua, had his arm cut off.

However, if the Four Great Hall Master s did not care about their status and stepped forward to stop him, then that would mean that the Moro was in fifth place while the Moro was in fourth place on the family rankings due to his deep background within the Gu Yue Empire.

Vermillion Bird Hall Master muttered: "We should be there soon." He was waiting for Ling Hao. If there was a fight between disciples, it would naturally be different.

"I'll say it again, if you let Chen Zongyang out, you guys won't be able to defeat me, so why did you lose your life?" Zhou Cheng placed his hands behind his back, a mocking smile on his face.

"You did it?"

Ling Hao stood in the air and looked at Zhou Cheng, his gaze gradually turning cold. He saw the Vermillion Bird disciple lying on the ground.

Everyone looked at Ling Hao who was floating in the air. The Flame Clan disciples looked at him with admiration, the Four Great Hall Master s suddenly felt a sense of confidence.

"Who are you? For a mere first stage of the True Yang, who gave you the qualifications to ask me questions? "

Zhou Cheng raised his hand and formed a sword finger, which shot towards Ling Hao.