C22 Congratulations Master

As the patriarch of the Psionic Flame Clan, Yang Wuyuan was stronger than everyone under him, but he could not blind everyone's eyes.

Ling Hao looked at the purple robes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, his heart warming up.

Seventh Clan Elder's face was pale, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Chen Yu, he was truly afraid that the Second Miss would cripple Chen Yu, so Chen Yu said in shock, "My father is the host, he has the final say!"

"Bastard!" Patriarch Seven was furious. He raised his hand to slap him on the face and said angrily, "Do you know that she is the pride of the Psionic Flame Clan?!"

Looking at the sharp sword light, Seventh Elder was at a loss. The Second Miss had made her move, but the Second Miss was also at the first stage of the True Yang, so he did not 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!

Ah!" Chen Yu who had all his tendons and veins shattered lay on the ground and sobbed, while Li Mingxue, who was below the stage, only looked at him indifferently.

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

Following that, he looked fiercely at Ling Hao. It was this man who made his precious son a cripple.

"I'll definitely kill you in the future!" In his heart, his killing intent soared, but his expression did not change. Tears streamed down his face as he supported Chen Yu up, and walked outside.

Ling Hao did not speak on Chen Yu's behalf. Last time, he had made things difficult for, and if he had lost on the stage, he would have died already.

Towards this kind of people, 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 so terrifying 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 berserk killing intent. If it wasn't for Ling Hao, his son would have been number one.

"Ling Hao."

Yang Linglong slowly walked over, and the youths looked at her beautiful face, and gulped down their saliva.

"Congratulations, you've achieved your goal." Yang Linglong carried her small hand, her charming cheeks 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 carried his wine jug and walked over crookedly with a smile on his face. He was happy for this friend of his.

"Linglong, thank you." Ling Hao smiled, if she did not interfere and cripple Chen Yu, he would have definitely suffered today.

Yang Linglong rolled his eyes and said, "That's nothing. As the current host, Seventh Elder is acting unscrupulously 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. Then, 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 with relief. Even his own grandchildren were close to this prodigy, this was a good thing. A prodigy like Ling Hao, a small Psionic Flame Clan wouldn't be able to keep him.

"Congratulations Master, congratulations to Master! Disciple Xiao Huang greets Master. "

Yang Wuyuan was startled, why was this voice so familiar?

He raised his head to look, and saw an old man kneeling on the stage. He was dressed in pill refining clothes, and had a respectful look on his face as he looked at Ling Hao.

Ling Hao was shocked, when did he become master and disciple, and how did he become Little Yellow?

When he saw him clearly, Ling Hao only wanted to punch him to death. This old thing was the Huang Lao that he met while refining the Pills.

"I am your Master? When did I promise you that? " Ling Hao's face turned ugly.

Yang Wuyuan was extremely shocked, this was his clan's number one Apothecary, he was stern, and could even be unkind. He still remembered the last time he cultivated, he made Huang Lao refine a few Pills, but that day Huang Lao was not in a good mood, and directly did not see him, the Patriarch.

"Huang Lao, a fourth grade Refining Apothecary, did you get it wrong?"

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