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With his bloodstained white clothes, delicate features, and light tone, anyone would think that he was child's play, not to mention that he was still so young. Even a venomous snake would be helpless against him.

Ye Wan was the daughter of the Sword Sect's head, dressed in luxurious clothes since young, living a carefree life. She was the Sword Sect's apple, and even though she had seen countless experts, she had never seen anyone this young.

Ling Hao replied, "The Phoenix's Cry Sword Technique is not something you practice like this."

Hearing this, Ye Wan looked at him in doubt and asked, "You actually know the Phoenix's Cry Sword Art?"

The Phoenix's Cry Sword was a sword technique that the female disciples of the Sword Truth Sect practiced. The Sword Truth Sect had strict rules, so how could an outsider know about it?

Moreover, this youth in front of him didn't have a single trace of true essence fluctuation.

A look of reminiscence appeared in Ling Hao's eyes. In his previous life, he had an old friend in the East Continent named Ye Lin. This person was probably the ancestor of the Sword Dao Sect, but she was probably not in the world now.

That person's perception was quite high, so he had to impart two sword techniques, one of which was called the Heavenly Dragon Sword Technique and the other was called the Phoenix's Cry Sword Technique.

Afterwards, Ye Lin used these two profound techniques to sweep across East Continent and established his own sect. Ling Hao was puzzled that this old friend's sect was actually so weak.

"Phoenix's Cry Sword Technique. One needs to comprehend sword intent when cultivating. You have sword energy, and your entire body does not have a single strand of sword intent."

Ling Hao sized Ye Wan up from head to toe, making his afraid to meet his gaze.

"Watch carefully." Holding the broken branch in his hand, Ling Hao displayed a set of sword technique as if it were flowing water.

A phoenix suddenly appeared in the air, carrying with it torrential flames, carrying with it a majestic aura.

"Phoenix?" Ye Wan couldn't help but exclaim.

Cai Xiaoyan covered her mouth, her eyes wide. "Senior Sister, even Master can't do something like that, right?"

"Yes, I've seen my father train in it before. His aura pales in comparison to mine." Ye Wan looked at the young sword practitioner in surprise, her heart was in turmoil.

Who the hell are you?

At this moment, no matter how stupid Ye Wan was, she understood that the young man in front of her was an expert.

Her father might not be able to compare with her in the Dao of the Sword.

Cai Xiaoyan pouted and said disdainfully, "It's just a sword art."

"Little Yan, shut up!" Ye Wan stared at Cai Xiaoyan, silently blaming her for not being sensible.

Cai Xiaoyan was about to speak again, but Ye Wan quickly pulled her and looked at Ling Hao, "You should stay here and recuperate first."

Then she pulled the discontented Cai Xiaoyan along and left the courtyard.

"Senior Sister, it's just a set of sword technique, why are you so good to him?" Cai Xiaoyan was dragged out of the room by Ye Wan, and spoke angrily. She didn't think much of this young man, especially the words "welcome is fine". In her opinion, he was just bragging.

The Devil Child of the Infinite Devil Sect was above the School of Sword Arts. When Cai Xiaoyan saw her master bow to Yuan Qianfeng that day, she immediately realized how powerful he was.

Not to mention this, he was just a young man. Even if he blocked Senior Sister's marriage, would that be able to cure Master's cultivation?

Ye Wan's eyes were complicated as she looked at the secretly angry Cai Xiaoyan, "Little Yan, things aren't so simple. I can see that this young man isn't that reckless, and I feel that … What he says is true. "

Cai Xiaoyan sneered. "Senior Sister, are you confident in your intuition?"

Ye Wan said, "It doesn't matter if what he said is true or not, I have to tell Father that he knows the Phoenix's Cry Sword Technique. Let's see what Father will say."

After the two women left, Ling Hao returned to his room and sat cross-legged in meditation.

"Linglong, a year's time will soon pass. Wait for me. I wonder if you are doing well? "

"Little White, wait for me. The day I see you again is the day the sect is destroyed."

"Blessed Buddha Pearl, I, Ling Hao, will definitely take it!"

Currently, he had to do these three things. To do these things, he had to raise his cultivation as fast as possible, or else he wouldn't be able to do them.

A wind blew outside the window.

It was a man.

"Wan'er, it's Yue Ming. Hurry up and open the door. He misses me to death."

Ling Hao was slightly surprised for a moment before waving his hand to open the door.

There was a young man standing outside the door with a folding fan in his hand. At this moment, his elegant face was filled with astonishment.

His name was Yue Ming, and her identity was the Godly Tiger Sect's and Young Clan Master. She had pursued Ye Wan for four whole years, but the other party had never given him a good look, so he was not discouraged and kept pestering Ye Wan.

As for the School of Sword Arts, these people had always kept a low profile because their leader, Ye Chen, Xiao Xiu, had never stepped foot into the sect. So, they turned a blind eye to Yue Ming harassing Ye Wan.

Yue Ming received the news that tomorrow was the day that Ye Wan would be married to Yuan Qianfeng of the Infinite Devil Sect. He had been bitterly pursuing this for so many years.

Only then did he sneakily come to the door of the sword, preparing to forcibly take over Ye Wan. Unexpectedly, there was a young man in the room that he had been yearning for day and night.

"You … "Who are you?" Yue Ming's face was ashen.

"I still have to ask who you are. What are you sneaking into my room for?" Ling Hao looked at him rather playfully.

Could this person be a rapist?

"Bastard, you're courting death!" Yue Ming was enraged, thinking of the beauty in his mind fighting with this youth, a murderous intent surfaced in his heart.