C15

Ling Changfeng silently sat on his chair. After a moment, he glanced at Ling Hao. The struggle in his eyes gradually deepened, before his eyes immediately dimmed.

He grabbed the jar of wine on the table and held it up to his chest.

"Gurgle gurgle …" As the strong liquor entered his throat, Ling ZhangFeng coughed continuously. He wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and softly sighed, "Hao'er, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that with our current strength, once we know about this, we will have a demonic feeling."

Walking to Ling Changfeng's side and slowly sitting down, Ling Hao bitterly smiled. Since his father was so cautious, he must be worried that he would do something impulsive.

"Dad, I won't ask."

"Don't drink so much."

After chatting for a while, Ling Changfeng said, "There are still a few more days before the competition. Hao`er, I won't beg for you to get first place. I just hope that you won't be eliminated." Ling Changfeng glanced at Ling Hao with a complicated look in his eyes. Even if his child was able to pass down the techniques of a god and had even healed his right leg, he had heard that those students were all at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Condensation.

Ling Hao thought about whether or not he should tell his father. After weighing the pros and cons, he should still give him a pleasant surprise. Not only would he be qualified to enter the academy, he would even be able to obtain first place in the Flame Clan competition in a few days!

This way, he could tell everyone that he, Ling Hao, was not a trash! His father Ling Changfeng had a good son.

These few days, Yang Linglong and her sister had been looking for him many times. The relationship between the three of them gradually deepened. When they talked about the Flame Clan competition that was going to take place in a few days' time, Yang Linglong expressed that she thought highly of Ling Hao.

Early in the morning, Dong Fang Chen Xi shone her light on the Spirit Flame clan's plaza, making every boy and woman look up to glow with mottled light. There were at least a thousand young men and women, and all of their faces were filled with anticipation.

The quadrennial Spiritual Flame Clan's competition had finally arrived. Their knowledge and cultivation was finally going to be tested. Every student knew in their hearts that if they succeeded this time, they would enter the academy.

It was wider, and it would help them move forward for a long time.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd was like the noise of a market in the early morning. The teachers used their eyes or actions to stop the rowdy youngsters. They quietly lined up in a long line. The ones in front of them were instructors for their martial arts.

"Everyone, in these four years, you have all grown up. Your parents are the foundation of our Spirit Flame Race, regardless of whether you manage to get through or not, don't be discouraged."

In the center of the square on the arena, the grey robed middle-aged man's voice was like a thunderclap that spread to everyone's ears.

"The one presiding this time is actually Patriarch Seven." Li Mingxue, who was standing in front of everyone, spoke up. A few years ago, she had the privilege of meeting Seventh Elder, so he had an impression of him.

Li Mingxue's gaze was filled with astonishment, then he said in shock, "Brother Yu, your father is actually Seventh Elder." After that, she smiled, which melted the hearts of the youths around his. She said, "In that case, I guess the reason why Brother Yu's cultivation rose so fast must be because of your father."

"I, Li Mingxue, am outstanding indeed." Li Mingxue's grip on Chen Yu's arm became even gentler.

"My father wouldn't let me tell others, but there might be other reasons. I have an inexhaustible supply of Origin Gathering Pills, so on what basis should those poor people be more outstanding than me?" Look at Ling Hao, what is his father like? Isn't he just a good-for-nothing? "What about him? He's even more of a loser than his father."

He seemed to think that the more he said that, the more the beauty in his arms would rely on him. Chen Yu laughed complacently.

"That's right, Brother Yu is that strong." Li Mingxue smiled coquettishly as he spoke.

How could Bai Han, who was at the great circle of Qi Condensation, not hear the whispers behind him? He looked at Chen Yu with a profound gaze and thought, this child is actually Seventh Elder's son. For the past four years, he had thought that Chen Yu's father was just an ordinary member of the clan.

In that case, the first position of the Flame Race would definitely fall into Chen Yu's hands. After a moment of thought, Bai Han looked towards the arena.

Patriarch Seven clearly introduced the rules of the competition.

"In this year's Flame Clan Competition, those who succeed will enter the academy, and those who lose will enter the service yard. It all depends on your luck."

"From now on, does anyone want to enter the arena?"

Patriarch Seven's eyes were like torches as they scanned the crowd below the stage. This kind of competition rules were very primitive. Fight on the stage and under one person, there would be more than ten thousand people. Cultivating martial arts also required a character like this.

"I'll go first!" He was dressed in blue and wielding a sledgehammer. Although he was a young man, he looked like a very old man, with his fifth level of Qi Condensation, and he knew that he did not have the qualifications to be number one. The only thing he wanted to do was come up and inspect his cultivation base.

"Teacher Feng Kuo sat down. His name is Li Yang. I remember him." Someone recognized this youth and immediately said.

"Let me consult you." Dressed in white, she had a slim figure. She was around sixteen to seventeen years old. Her eyes were like lightning. Her left hand gripped the three-foot sword. With a light leap, she was already standing on the stage.