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When Yang Linglong saw Ling Hao's appearance, she rolled her eyes. This touch of grace caused Ling Hao's heart to palpitate wildly.

"Do you have flowers on your face?"

Ling Hao was speechless. This seductive woman was really difficult to control. No flowers, you are like a flower.

Ling Hao was slightly stunned. For a powerhouse like you, your cultivation is at least at the True Sun realm. What can a mere fourth level Qi Condensation cultivator like me help you with?

With that, Yang Linglong changed her seductive posture and walked out of the room with Ling Hao following closely behind.

"Cloud Piercing Sword Art and Inferior Grade Martial Skill, Young Noble Ling, I can't see your cultivation level. You are clearly at the 3rd level of the Qi Condensation realm, but I feel that it is not what it looks like."

Ling Hao was silent. This was because he had practiced the Qi Restraining Technique. It was not difficult to see through the true realm beyond the two great levels.

"However, I have suppressed my cultivation to the 3rd level of Qi Condensation. This has nothing to do with enmity. I just want to exchange some pointers with you."

There was a smile in Yang Linglong's eyes, as well as an obsession with martial arts.

In his previous life, Tai Hao had been obsessed with cultivation all his life, and people in the martial arts world called him crazy. He had always respected those who were obsessed with martial arts.

Seeing how sincere this woman was, Zhang Xuan decided to give her some pointers.

"Make your move." Ling Hao held the sword in his right hand as his eyes revealed a fighting spirit.

"Piercing Clouds, Scorching Sun!"

Yang Linglong's sword stabbed forward, bringing with it torrential Zhen Qi, bright white light, and a scorching sun.

"Flames overflowing the heavens, no sword intent."

When Ling Hao attacked, wind and thunder swept across. Each move was as if it was formless, moving like thunder, and as calm as a gentle breeze.

A sword attack!

"Ten Thousand Great Thunderbolt."

In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was filled with flying sand and rocks.

Yang Linglong tried her best to block it with her zhen qi, the sword shone with a dazzling purple light.

"East-rising Purple Qi!"

Her sword was like the descent of an emperor, controlling the life and death of all. His eyes were filled with confidence, and he was sure that Ling Hao would find it difficult to resist.

Young man, I hope you can give me a pleasant surprise. This sword is comparable to the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

Ling Hao was slightly surprised. Yang Linglong's swordsmanship was at the level of a swordsman, and judging from the flow of her true qi, it was beyond the range of a sword genius.

Ling Hao, who always liked to fight, had long since forgotten to hide his weakness.

He stared at the monstrous purple light in the sky as a sharp sword stabbed towards him. The sound of the sword piercing through the air could be heard.

With cold eyes, he closed them.

The flying sand and rocks centered around Ling Hao gradually revolved around him, as if obeying Ling Hao's orders.

"Creating something from nothing."

The flying sand and rocks condensed into a giant sword. The blade itself was ancient and unadorned.

"Grandmaster Sword Intent!" Yang Linglong shouted. Then, with anxiousness in her eyes, she said: "I admit defeat!"

If she wanted to compete with him, she would have to reach the eighth level of Qi Condensation. However, this was against what she had said just now.

Ling Hao immediately shouted: "Scatter!"

The ancient greatsword was like the sand in the desert, drifting with the wind.

Yang Linglong lowered her head, feeling wronged and extremely shocked. This youth was only sixteen years old, and was actually a sword intent master. She had been taught swordsmanship by her grandfather since she was young. More than ten years had passed, and the genius she was now felt powerless.

If this continued, the Spirit Flame Race would just be his pond. Hidden Dragon rises from the Abyss. Li Mingxue, you are truly short-sighted. Such a genius has actually been alienated by you.

Yang Linglong seemed to have suffered a blow as she glanced at Ling Hao. She did not expect this guy to be so indifferent, as if defeating her was a common occurrence.

In the entire morning, Ling Hao was unable to resist this demoness's enthusiasm and played with the Cloud Piercing Sword several times, allowing her to learn a few essence moves.

"Ling Hao, don't rely on the fact that you are a sword grandmaster and a fist faction. If you make me anxious and reach True Sun, I will kill you with a single slash!" After learning for the entire morning, he was, after all, the pride of the heavens.

Ling Hao wiped the sweat on his forehead. Why did this woman suddenly become so unruly?

"…"

Ling Hao picked up his father's wine jar and drank a few mouthfuls, then said with a smile: "Do you think that you've already learned how to touch upon the essence of the way of the sword?"

Yang Linglong confidently said, "Humph, a girl like me, how could I be one of those mediocre people outside? I can do it all in two tries."

Her tone of voice was extremely haughty, like that of a peacock spreading its tail.

"Hahahaha, foolish woman." Ling Hao put down the wine jar and wiped his mouth.

"Didn't you know I was going to leave something behind?"

"Do you know how to create something from nothing?"

Ling Hao faintly smiled. This girl's personality was all over the surface, but in reality, his gentle appearance was just a disguise. He had almost made a mistake.

In his heart, he was extremely unruly. However, the heavens had given her a face that could topple nations. It was truly strange.

Although he looked gentle and gentle, his temper was the opposite.

Yang Linglong sat on the chair with her legs wrapped around her thighs, looking like a bandit.

Hearing Ling Hao's words, the apple she bit in her hand fell to the ground.

Immediately, she revealed her little tiger teeth, and the way she gritted her teeth caused Ling Hao to silently pull away from her.

The calm before the storm?

This woman was temperamental, but she still had to be cautious. Perhaps when a sword stabbed out, that would be the cultivation level of Zhen Yang.

"Aiyo, are you trying to teach me? I also want to become a sword master. I was just joking just now, big brother Hao ~"

Ling Hao rolled his eyes. This was truly fickle. If it wasn't for that violent outburst just now, he would have almost tricked Great Emperor Tai Hao, who dominated the ancient and modern era.

She couldn't help but shake her body. Her warm and supple body was indeed very comfortable, but who would have thought that she would send out a sword attack like this!

Ling Changfeng, who had sneaked out of the house, returned. He stood outside the door and was stunned for a moment by what he saw inside.

Looking at the two of them, Ling Changfeng patted his forehead and said, "I forgot, I still need to go out."