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Opening the silver chest, Ling Hao and the other two looked over.

Four white medicinal bottles, transparent enough to see the flow of liquid, and two black books, seemingly filled with the passage of time.

"What lousy thing is this? This is an inheritance?"

Yang Haoyue's face was full of disappointment. Beside him, Yang Linglong picked up a book and said in surprise: "The secret of the divine roc."

"Sis, is this really that powerful?"

"Of course, Old Man Limitless was created by the great roc himself. His entire life of cultivation and comprehension was all within this book. If he could read this book thoroughly, he would benefit greatly from it."

Ling Hao didn't reveal an expression when he heard what they said. He didn't care about these cultivation techniques and was very interested in what kind of liquid was inside this medicine bottle.

"This book seems to be a flying art, the great roc spreading its wings." Yang Linglong continued to pick up the other one and flipped through it a few times.

After opening the bottles and taking a sniff, Ling Hao's heart shook. These four bottles of medicine contained the blood essence of the golden rocs and contained a tremendous amount of energy. Two of them were enough to break through to the eighth level of Qi Condensation.

Based on what he had seen and heard, these realms all required an increase in energy. He had experienced all of these in his previous life, so even if he were to level up, his foundation would not be unstable.

Linglong, take these two books and these two bottles, one for each of you. When you realize that you can break through but not break through, take it.

Yang Linglong said, "No, this time you have contributed so much to those two manuals, so you can have one each for my brother and I." She was referring to the effect of Ling Hao's formation. If not for the formation barrier, it would have been difficult to return.

Yang Yue also nodded and said, "Brother Ling, my sister is right."

Ling Hao picked up the two secret scriptures and shook his head. He thought to himself, if these things were to be spread around in the cultivation world, it would indeed cause a bloodbath and countless people would fight over it until their heads bled.

Right now, all he needed was something to increase his cultivation.

"All of you, stop talking. If I don't want it, then I don't want it." He then stuffed one each into each book, leaving behind two bottles of blood essence.

Watching her graceful figure gradually disappear into the distance, a trace of emotion flashed across Yang Linglong's eyes. What a weird young man.

"Sis, what are you looking at? Brother Ling has already disappeared. " Yang Yue saw the luster in his sister's eyes and immediately smiled, "Oh, oh, I understand."

The confused Yang Linglong glanced at her brother. What does this guy know?

"Bam!"

All that answered was his fist, and all that was taken away was blood.

Then, along the way, a certain someone was beaten black and blue, and his face was swollen, as if he had been wronged. He touched his sore cheek.

Ling Hao passed through the Flame Clan's front door and saw that in the middle, in the middle, there were a few hundred youths and young girls training.

They followed the sequence of events and listened to Instructor Bai Han's teachings. They didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, fearing that they would be eliminated in the upcoming Flame Race Competition.

In his impression, this youth was equally famous as the Lazy Fallen, who used to follow all his students in morning training and practice martial arts in the afternoon. But now, he was getting more and more outrageous, and in his eyes, he really did not have a teacher.

A youth whose natural talent is close to trash, if I don't teach you a lesson, you really think you have extraordinary talent.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

A cold light flashed in Bai Han's eyes as he stared at the youth who was still advancing forward.

"Useless trash, don't you have a mentor like me in your eyes?"

Ling Hao stopped in his tracks, feeling a little helpless.

"Who are you calling trash?"

Before Ling Hao could say anything, a bright and beautiful voice rang out in the arena.

Yang Linglong was dressed in purple and her peerless looks were revealed in everyone's eyes. Everyone was amazed by her looks.