C8 Teach You How to Train

Seeing Ling Hao like this, Yang Linglong rolled his eyes, this grace of his caused Ling Hao's heart to palpitate wildly.

"Aiyo, Ling childe, why are you staring at me like that?"

"Do you have flowers on your face?"

Ling Hao was speechless, this demoness was really hard to control. No flowers, you are like a flower.

"I've come to ask Young Master to give me some pointers."

Ling Hao was startled. As a strong warrior like you, your cultivation level is at least at the True Yang Realm. What can I, who am at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, help you with?

With that, Yang Linglong changed his charming posture and walked out of the room with Ling Hao following closely behind.

"Cloud Piercing Sword, Inferior Grade Martial Skill, Ling childe cannot see your cultivation level. It is clearly at the third level of Qi Condensation, but I feel that it does not look like it on the surface."

Ling Hao was silent. This was because he had cultivated the Qi Restraining Art, and was not at a level where it was difficult for him to see through the true realm.

"However, I have suppressed my cultivation level to the third level of Qi Condensation. It has nothing to do with grudges, I just want to exchange some pointers with you."

There was a smile in Yang Linglong's eyes, along with a hint of infatuation for the Martial Dao.

In his previous life, Tai Hao had been obsessed with cultivation all his life, and people in the martial arts world called him crazy. He had always respected those who were obsessed with martial arts.

Seeing how sincere this woman was, Zhang Xuan decided to give her some pointers.

"Make your move." Ling Hao held onto the sword with his right hand, his eyes revealing his desire for battle.

"Piercing Clouds, Scorching Sun!"

Yang Linglong's sword stabbed over, the sword blade carrying a torrential amount of true energy.

"Flames overflowing the heavens, no sword intent."

When Ling Hao made his move, wind and lightning swept up. Each move was as if it was formless, moved like thunder, and as if there was a gentle breeze.

A sword attack!

"Ten Thousand Great Thunderbolt."

In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was filled with flying sand and rocks.

Yang Linglong immediately used his Innate Qi to block, causing the sword to release a dazzling purple light.

"East-rising Purple Qi!"

Her sword was like the descent of an emperor, controlling life and death, her eyes revealed confidence, she was sure that Ling Hao had difficulty resisting.

Young man, I hope you can give me a pleasant surprise. This sword is comparable to the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

Ling Hao was slightly startled, the realm of Yang Linglong's Sword Truth had reached the level of a Swordsman, and judging from the flow of his Innate Qi, had already surpassed the level of a sword genius.

Ling Hao, who always liked fighting, had long since forgotten to hold back.

He stared at the monstrous purple light in the sky as a sharp sword stabbed towards him. The sound of the sword piercing through the air could be heard.

With cold eyes, he closed them.

The flying rocks and sand gradually circled around Ling Hao, as if they were obeying his orders.

"Creating something from nothing."

The flying sand and rocks condensed into a giant sword. The blade itself was ancient and unadorned.

"Grandmaster Sword Intent!" Yang Linglong bellowed, his eyes filled with anxiety, and said: "I admit defeat!"

If she wanted to compete with him, she would have to reach the eighth level of Qi Condensation. However, this was against what she had said just now.

Ling Hao shouted: "Scatter!"

The ancient greatsword was like the sand in the desert, drifting with the wind.

Yang Linglong lowered his head in grievance, his heart feeling extremely shocked. This youth was only sixteen years old, he was actually a sword master. She had been taught swordsmanship by her grandfather since she was young. More than ten years had passed, and the genius she was now felt powerless.

If he were to continue cultivating like this, Psionic Flame Clan would just be his pond, with the Hidden Dragon in the Abyss, Li Mingxue, you are truly short-sighted, such a genius is actually alienated by you to this extent.

Yang Linglong seemed to have received a blow, he glanced at Ling Hao, and did not expect this guy to be so indifferent, as though defeating her was normal.

In the entire morning, Ling Hao was unable to resist the spirit demon's enthusiasm, and played with the Cloud Piercing Sword several times, allowing her to learn a few moves from them.

"Ling Hao, don't rely on the fact that you are a sword master and a fist faction. If you make me anxious, raise your cultivation to True Yang, I will kill you with a slash!" After learning for the entire morning, she was, after all, the pride of the heavens.

Ling Hao wiped the sweat on her forehead. Why did this lady suddenly become so unruly?

"…"

Ling Hao picked up his father's wine jar and drank a few mouthfuls, then laughed: "Do you think that you have learnt to touch upon the essence of the way of the sword?"

Yang Linglong said confidently: "Hmph, I am a girl blessed by the heavens, how can I be one of those mediocre people outside. I can do it all in two tries."

Her tone of voice was extremely haughty, like that of a peacock spreading its tail.

"Hahahaha, foolish woman." Ling Hao put down the wine jar and wiped his mouth.

"Didn't you know I was going to leave something behind?"

"Do you know how to comprehend sword intent?"

"Do you know how to create something from nothing?"

Ling Hao smiled slightly. Girl's personality was all over the surface, but in reality, her gentle appearance was just a disguise.

In his heart, he was extremely unruly. However, the heavens had given her a face that could topple nations. It was truly strange.

Although he looked gentle and gentle, his temper was the opposite.

Yang Linglong sat on the chair with his legs wrapped around, looking like a bandit.

Hearing Ling Hao's words, the apple she bit in her hand fell to the ground.

Immediately after, she revealed her little tiger teeth, and the way she gritted her teeth made Ling Hao silently pull away from her.

The calm before the storm?

This woman was temperamental, but still had to be cautious. Who knew, a sword might even pierce over, and that would be True Yang's cultivation level.

"Aiyo, are you trying to teach me? I also want to become a sword master. I was just joking just now, big brother Hao ~"

Ling Hao rolled his eyes. Truly, changes are unpredictable.

She couldn't help but shake her body. Her warm and supple body was indeed very comfortable, but who would have thought that she would send out a sword attack like this!

Ling Changfeng who was sneaking around came back, he stood outside and looked at the scene inside the house, and was stunned for a moment.

Ling Changfeng slapped his forehead and said: "I forgot, I still need to go out for a trip."