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Ling Hao knew what she meant. In terms of feelings between a man and a woman, he had never experienced such feelings in his previous life. At most, it was just pleasure on his body.

How should he answer?

Ling Hao seriously replied, "Maybe in the future." He walked in front of her and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"I …"

"No matter where you go, as long as you don't forget me." Yang Linglong's beautiful eyes were red as she looked at him and said.

When she said these words, her heart was like a little deer's. Like Lan Ruozhi, she twisted her sleeves and looked expectantly at Ling Hao.

Ling Hao looked at her with his deep gaze. When her beautiful eyes reddened, his heart throbbed for a moment.

At this moment, he was suddenly disturbed by a voice. Ling Hao furrowed his brows and looked over. Two ordinary disciples were standing outside the door, wearing Vermillion Bird attire.

"Senior brother Ling Hao, the Mo Luo clan has come to pay their respects to the mountain, and all four great hall's Successor Disciples have all been defeated. The hall master invites you." The voices of the two ordinary disciples were bitter.

Ling Hao did not say anything, directly rushing towards the entrance of the mountain. After all, he was a member of the academy, how could he just watch without doing anything?

Along the way, Yang Linglong told him that the Mo Clan was ranked fourth out of the ten big clans of the Gu Yue Empire, and was ranked higher than the Spirit Flame Clan. However, this clan had a special habit, which was to bring the young elites of their clan to the various academies to learn from them every year.

In front of the mountain gate stood two green-clothed youth, and behind them stood two old men.

In front of them, the disciples of the Yan Clan spat out blood and lay on the ground, breathing heavily. One of the youths dressed in gorgeous clothes also had an angry look on his face, he gritted his teeth and his face turned deathly pale, his left arm had been cut off by Mo Luo's disciples, causing him to be in unbearable pain.

The four hall masters of the Flame Clan were furious, but they could not do anything. This was originally a spar between juniors, if this was the reason for the war between the two races, then there was no need.

His name was Xue Hua, a Successor Disciple of the Black Turtle Hall. Today, when he saw someone had come to stir up trouble in front of the mountain, he couldn't help but intervene. Who would have thought that this youth would directly cut off his left arm?

"Call Chen Zongyang out, you bunch of trash! I will kill you with my own hands!" That black-clothed youth was only 16 or 17 years old. He was a genius from the Mo Luo Clan, his name was Zhou Cheng, and his cultivation was at the fourth stage of the True Sun realm. Last year, he came here to pay his respects to the mountain and lost to Chen Zongyang. This year, he wanted to get back at Chen Zongyang.

"We've already told you that Chen Zongyang has passed away." The disciple dressed in the Vermillion Bird attire said.

"I don't believe you. You're lying to me."

"Die!" Zhou Cheng pulled out a beam of light and directly pierced through the Vermillion Bird disciple's chest.

"Thief, don't be so arrogant!" The Vermillion Bird head couldn't stop a single one of them. When he found out that his disciple was dead, his eyes immediately turned red. He ignored everyone else and threw a palm toward Zhou Cheng.

An old man behind Zhou Cheng raised his hand to welcome him. As true essence surged out, both sides immediately retreated several dozen feet.

"Vermilion Bird Hall Master, can you not interfere in matters between the younger generation?" The grey-robed elder looked at the Vermilion Bird Hall Master.

The four great hall masters and all the disciples of the Flame Clan felt an incomparable humiliation in their hearts.

After being stirred up by the disciples in the mountain, the casualties among the ordinary disciples were close to ten, and even the true disciple, Xue Hua, had his arm cut off.

However, if the four hall masters didn't care about their status and tried to stop them, then the Morrow Clan would have to answer truthfully. The Mo Clan had a deep background in the Gu Yue Empire, and was ranked fourth on the family rankings, while the Spirit Flame Clan was only ranked fifth.

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master murmured, "They should be arriving soon." He was waiting for someone, and that person was Ling Hao. If there was a fight between disciples, it would naturally be different.

"I'll say it again. If you let Chen Zongyang out, you won't be able to defeat me. Why did you lose your life?" Zhou Cheng placed his hands behind his back, a mocking smile on his face.

"You did it?"

Ling Hao stood in the air, looking at Zhou Cheng. His eyes gradually grew colder as he saw the Vermillion Bird disciple lying on the ground.

Everyone looked at Ling Hao, who was floating in the air. The Flame Clan disciples' eyes were filled with worship, and the four hall masters suddenly felt a sense of confidence.

"Who are you? A mere first stage of the True Sun realm, who gave you the qualifications to ask me? "

Zhou Cheng raised his hand and formed a sword finger, shooting out a beam towards Ling Hao.