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As the Patriarch of the Spirit Flame Race, Yang Wuyuan was above everyone else, but he couldn't blind everyone's eyes.

The corners of Ling Hao's mouth curled up slightly as he looked at the purple robe on his body. He felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Patriarch Seven's face was pale. He kneeled on the ground and kowtowed loudly. He was afraid that the Second Miss would cripple Chen Yu. Chen Yu said in shock, "My father is the host. He has the final say!"

"Bastard!" Patriarch Seven was furious. He raised his hand and slapped him. "Do you know that she is the pride of the Spirit Flame Race?"

Looking at that sharp sword light, Patriarch Seven looked conflicted. The Second Miss had made her move. Since she was also at the first stage of the True Sun realm, he didn't dare to make a move to stop her.

The violet sword shine had appeared a total of four times.

Then, he started to wail and scream along with the pain!

"AHH!" Chen Yu, whose muscles and veins were all shattered, laid on the ground sobbing. Below the stage, Li Mingxue only gave him a bland look.

Patriarch Seven was crying. He knew that from today onwards, his son would be called a cripple.

Following that, he shot a vicious gaze at Ling Hao. It was this person that made his precious son a cripple. His hateful eyes were waiting to swallow him up!

"I'll definitely kill you in the future!" The killing intent in his heart had soared, yet his expression remained unchanged. Tears flowed down his face as he supported Chen Yu up, walking outside.

Ling Hao didn't do anything for Chen Yiran. Last time, he had made things difficult for him. Furthermore, he had killed him on the stage. If he had lost, he would have already been decapitated.

Towards this kind of people, he, Ling Hao, would not be merciful.

It was like the end of a farce. Following that, some of the cultivators at the eighth level of Qi Condensation didn't want to be ranked too low and went forward to challenge them. However, they were all too weak to withstand a single blow.

That white-clothed youth was terrifying to the extreme in their hearts!

Throughout the whole day, until dusk, Patriarch Seven still looked the same as before as he presided over the Flame Clan's competition.

"This year, the first place winner is …"

Seventh Elder took a deep breath, suppressing his mad killing intent. If it wasn't for Ling Hao, his son would be number one.

"Ling Hao."

Yang Linglong walked over leisurely. The teenagers looked at her beautiful face and swallowed their saliva.

"Congratulations, you've achieved your goal." Yang Linglong had her small hands on her back, and her pretty cheeks were blooming like peach blossoms.

When she was cute, especially with her blushing face, she wasn't as decisive in killing as she was just now.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Yang Yue held the wine jar and walked over crookedly with a smile. He was also happy for this friend of his.

Yang Linglong rolled her eyes and said, "This is nothing. As the host of this year, Seventh Elder is acting out of favouritism in front of everyone. If I don't make a move, what are the rules then?"

Not far behind, Li Mingxue watched the pair of men talking and laughing with mixed feelings. Afterwards, she saw Yang Linglong holding Ling Hao's hand with a complicated look in his eyes, which should belong to her.

Yang Wuyuan stroked his beard as he felt gratified. Even his grandson and granddaughter were close to this heaven warping genius, this was a good thing, an enormous good thing. Like a genius like Ling Hao, a small clan of spirit flames simply could not keep him.

"Congratulations Master, congratulations Master! disciple Little Yellow greets Master. "

Yang Wuyuan was stunned. Why was this voice so familiar?

He raised his head and saw an old man kneeling below the arena. He was wearing pill refining clothes and had a respectful expression on his face as he looked at Ling Hao.

Ling Hao was shocked. When did he become master and disciple, Little Yellow?

After clearly seeing this person, Ling Hao only wanted to punch him to death. This old thing was the same Elder Huang that he met while refining elixirs a few days ago.

"I am your Master? When did I promise you that? " Ling Hao's expression was somewhat ugly.

This was the number one pill refiner of the family, Elder Huang. He was a strict and unkind person, he still remembered the last time he allowed Elder Huang to refine a few pills because he was cultivating. However, Elder Huang was in a bad mood that day and directly did not see him, the Patriarch.

"Elder Huang, a grade-4 apothecary, is there a mistake here?"

"I guess so. Honorable person, you actually kowtowed to Ling Hao?"