C3 Jumping Clown

Everyone was stunned.

Li Mingxue held his forehead, looking extremely disappointed. If a man could not judge the situation, then how far could he go in the future?

You're only at the second level of Qi Condensation. Would you be able to win against Young Master Wang? Is it so hard to lower your head?

Bai Han was speechless. He had originally wanted to come forward and stop this kind of unilateral abuse, but now it was no longer necessary.

Chen Yu's eyes shone with a sheen as he thought about how Ling Hao had been beaten up like a dog.

Young Master Wang held back his laughter and said, "Seeing how confident Brother Ling is, you must be very confident. Then I'll have to ask for some advice."

He pulled away.

"So much nonsense. Hurry up."

"Eat my fist!"

Young Master Wang's eyes were like lightning. He raised his hand and punched forward with the momentum of a tiger. This was the Fierce Tiger Fist he practiced earlier in the morning!

"Full force."

Ling Hao stretched out his arm, easily dodged, and grabbed Wang Shao's right hand.

With a cold roar, he punched out with his fist, and the wind howled!

"It has no form, no spirit."

Everyone held their breath as their eyes turned round.

Ling Hao's punch had a tiger-shaped charm to it.

Young Master Wang was the first to fall. He fell a few dozen feet back, his eyes were aghast, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Li Mingxue revealed a look of disbelief, that Young Master Wang was at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, why?

The needle dropping on the ground could be heard, this kind of surprising turn of events was out of everyone's expectations, only Ling Hao had an indifferent expression, he waved his sleeves and left everyone's line of sight.

"Instructor, he has the cultivation level of the third level of Qi Condensation!"

Upon hearing Young Master Wang's words, Bai Han couldn't help but say: "Impossible, breaking through realms took at least ten days, and three days, and five days. Even if one has accumulated all sorts of knowledge, it isn't something one can break through at will."

"Also, that fierce tiger from earlier had a godly form. It's truly inconceivable!"

While everyone was still in shock, they didn't notice a purple-clothed woman in the pavilion behind them. Her figure was enchanting, and she wore a veil that covered her face. Beside her were two maids around fifteen to sixteen years old.

Her gaze followed the direction that Ling Hao had left in for a long time.

"Looking at his weak appearance, does Miss really have any talent?" The maid couldn't help but ask.

"Hmph. What do you know? Although the Fierce Tiger Fist is an inferior martial skill, when that young man used it, he was like a fist faction of his generation."

"Order an investigation into his identity."

The purple-clothed woman said indifferently.

The maidservant was slightly stunned. Her young miss had never been this attentive towards anyone before. Was this young man really that outstanding?

However, due to an order, she nodded and said, "Don't worry, Miss. We will find out about it tonight."

In the training grounds, everyone was gradually dispersing, leaving behind one person, Chen Yu, Wang Shaotian.

Chen Yu's face turned green, he smashed the table with his fist.

"Trash! He's only at the 3rd level of Qi Condensation, and yet you can't even defend against him! What's the use of me asking you to follow him?"

"Brother Yu, that guy's strength is not to be underestimated. Just his strength alone might be no less than four thousand Jin."

Chen Yu walked forward with his hands behind his back, his eyes revealing his doubt, he said: "You mean, he did not use his full strength?"

Four thousand jin of strength, if he used his full strength, how could Wang Shaotian only spit out blood?

Young Master Wang's eyes first revealed a hint of fear as he said, "His fist was full of power, I …"

"That's enough, show others' determination and extinguish your own prestige!"

What kind of climate could a 3rd level Qi Condensation cultivator have?

After leaving the Psionic Flame Clan Mountain Range, Ling Hao channeled his inner strength and sprinted towards the center of the Ash Wolf Mountain Range.

The sound of birds and beasts could be heard as they shuttled through the jungle. It was currently spring, and the flowers, plants, and trees were full of vitality.

Ling Hao stopped in his tracks and looked ahead.

He came to Green Wolf Mountain because of his father's disability, and because he was looking for treasures to use in his alchemy practice. Relying on cultivation all night long, reaching the eighth level of Qi Condensation within a month was a fantasy.

The [Nine Heavens Creation Scripture] encompassed all sorts of elements in the universe, be it refining pills or weapons, or setting up a treasure hunt.

What he needed to do now was to set up a formation to search for treasure. Spiritual herbs that were naturally produced by heaven and earth could not be found by the naked eye unless one cultivated to a certain level.

Only by borrowing the natural power of the formation could it reveal its true form.

Ling Hao crossed his legs and sat down, he started to circulate his Qi.

He raised his finger in front of his eyes, and two streams of light shot out from his finger.

"Go!"

All of a sudden, the spiderweb-like airflow rose up, as if it were about to grow larger.

In the blink of an eye, it landed on the ground in the air above the forest. The network of air currents shot out bursts of splendor.

Ling Hao laughed: "With this path of treasure hunting, who in the world can compare to me?"

He looked at the originally dull flowers and plants. Some of them were shining.

"Blood Soul Grass, Lingzhi, True Essence Flower."

"These elixirs are sufficient to sustain my current cultivation level."

Ling Hao gasped for breath as he picked up the Cosmic Bag s that all his clansmen could have and placed all the herbs that he had taken down into the mix.

He wasn't that strong, and the space he gave out was pitifully small.

If he continued to pluck, there would be no room for him in the cave.

If the outside world were to know that the elixirs were packed to the brim, they would definitely be jealous to death.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard.

Ling Hao only felt a cold sensation from behind him, as a bloody smell assaulted his nose.

Crap!

The stench of blood gradually intensified, and there was even a faint hissing sound. It was not an extreme pain, and it was difficult to make such a sound.

Ling Hao quickly turned around and saw a young man holding onto a longsword.

On the ground was a severed snake's body. The huge black snake that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl was separated by its head and tail.

With Ling Hao's gaze, he naturally noticed that this guy had already reached the Exquisite Realm. His cultivation level was probably at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, so it was no wonder that he did not sense the danger behind him.

After pondering over all of these, Ling Hao looked at the young man.

Looking at its cultivation level, it was actually unable to see through them.

Since his previous life, Ling Hao had never owed anyone. He never expected that he would be saved today.

"We're all from the same clan, why are you here when you're a student of the Ling Yan Clan and have yet to enter the academy?"

The young man took out a handkerchief from his bosom and carefully wiped the longsword, which gradually revealed its silver luster.

He was extremely casual and his movements were extremely slow, but his words never stopped.

Ling Hao said: I came here to play.

"May I ask for your name, brother?"

"Yang Yue."

Yang Yue said, he took out a bottle of wine and drank a few mouthfuls.

"My name is Ling Hao, thank you brother for your help."

Ling Hao was indeed quite moved, if not for this strike, even if he himself managed to react, he would not be this animal's match.

The two chatted for a while, and it was quite an opportune conversation.

Ling Hao's stomach growled in hunger. He had not reached the True Yang Realm yet, so he still had to eat everyday.

After setting up the bonfire, the two of them sat cross-legged under the ancient tree …

"Brother Ling, this black snake is definitely not edible. Wait here, let me hunt a few prey."

Ling Hao laughed helplessly, this brother of his was a swift and decisive man, leaving as he pleased.

He activated his Qing Gong, and within a few breaths time, he was already far away.

After a while, Yang Yue walked briskly while carrying her two prey.

After some more work, Ling Hao finally knew why Yang Yue was here. The meat was tender and smooth, and the alcohol was rich, making the two of them eat and drink to their heart's content.

It turned out that he had been wandering around the mountain for several days already. He had gone through great pains to gather the Blood Soul Grass.

Ling Hao smiled slightly, thought of the bundles of Lingzhi herbs in the Cosmic Bag, casually took out a bundle, and threw it over to Yang Yue.

Yang Yue wiped off the grease from his wine mouth, then threw the wine to the side. His eyes widened as he picked up the bundle of herbs.

"Heavens, what did you do?"

"Spirit Sesame Grass, this is a thousand years old! My grandfather also has one, but it was used a long time ago. "

"Supreme Blood Soul Grass, a miraculous medicine for healing injuries. It has been a long time since Green Wolf Mountain has appeared."

Yang Yue's elegant face revealed a look of ecstasy. If not for the saliva at the corner of his mouth, others would definitely think that he was a heroic youth.

Ling Hao smiled faintly: "I've already given it to you."

It had only been a few hours since he had known the other party, and Ling Hao could already sense his personality. This person could not be considered simple and honest, but he was still a man of character.

"No no, I can't take so much Spirit Sesame Grass and Blood Soul Grass." Yang Yue's gaze was resolute. With his experience, how could he not tell that these things were priceless?

After rejecting him a few times, Ling Hao helplessly shook his head. This fellow was really courting death. There were as many trash as he wanted, but in the eyes of the other party, they were already treasures.

"Alright, then take this stalk of Blood Soul Grass."

Yang Yue said solemnly: "This stalk of Blood Soul Grass can save my grandfather's life. I, Yang Yue, will never forget Brother Ling's great kindness."

For the sake of this stalk of Blood Soul Grass, Liu Ming had been scratching his head for several days. It could be said that he had been scratching his scalp but was unable to find it.

He didn't expect to be able to obtain it so effortlessly, even though he had no place to look for it.

After eating their fill, the two walked down the mountain side by side.

The locations were all in one place, Psionic Flame Clan. Ling Hao guessed that this young man was a genius from the Psionic Flame Clan, given his clothes and the rich attire he wore.

How could a stalk of spirit medicine ever be able to offset the favor of saving his life?

He would find an opportunity in the future and give him some good fortune.

When Ling Hao returned to his residence, he found that his father was already asleep. He went out again to the Pill Refining Room.

Under the night sky, Psionic Flame Clan's guards lined up and looked around, the vast plaza seemed empty and quiet.

On the west side of the plaza, there was a house used by the Psionic Flame Clan's Apothecary to refine pills.

Becoming a Apothecary not only required profound martial arts, but also high aptitude and alchemy fire.

The Pill Fire was destined to be ordinary and outstanding at birth.

Ling Hao looked at the two guards at the door and said with a smile, "I want to see Huang Lao."

The Huang Lao was a fourth stage Refining Apothecary. From the first stage to the ninth stage, the Refining Apothecary would grow stronger, but countless Apothecary would never be able to upgrade it.

The two guards sneered. "Where did this yellow-haired youth come from? If you want to see him, then go ahead."

"Leave quickly, or else don't blame us brothers for being heartless!" They had seen this kind of people too many times and all they wanted was to get back at them. Who didn't know how respected Psionic Flame Clan's only refining Apothecary was.