C9 Don't Want to Take You

In the past few days, the Flame Clan's test was getting closer and closer. There was still about half a month left.

Ling Hao had been training at home the entire time, his Cloud Piercing Sword Technique had reached perfection, and his Fierce Tiger Fist had also reached the next generation's Fist Sect.

Yang Linglong, the pride of the heavens, had come to Ling Hao multiple times to spar in martial arts. Coincidentally, she had also comprehended the sword sect's intent.

The two of them chatted more and more, often walking side by side in the Spirit Fire Plaza, which attracted the attention of many students.

Early morning, outside Ling Hao's room.

"Linglong, your sword intent is almost the same as mine. You have achieved your goal."

Ling Hao said, looking at the goddess-like woman.

"I'll be out for a few days. I won't be back until the day of the competition, so don't look for me for a while."

In the last few days that she had been with him, she had become more and more worried about Ling Hao, who had left an indelible image in her heart.

And then he said with determination, "I want to go with you."

"No, I don't want to take you with me."

"You bastard, aren't you a man, a monk? To be able to talk to you while bringing a great beauty like me, how nice is that! "

Even if Yang Linglong had profound strength at the True Yang Realm, at this moment, he was like a little sister next door, his eyes were completely red, as though he had been wronged.

"Look at you, if you don't have a chest, you won't be able to carry me."

In the past few days, Ling Hao had found a cave, it was a paradise left behind by a certain big shot, but the more great the opportunity, the more dangerous it would be, and this kind of cultivation was too ordinary. There was still half a month left, and he had to reach the eighth level of Qi Condensation to be able to shock everyone!

Make those mocking ants shut their mouths.

Yang Linglong's personality was actually unruly and unruly, but in his heart, he was firm and persistent. After fighting for a while, Ling Hao still did not agree.

"Hmph, it's fine even if you don't agree. I'll go wherever you go." Yang Linglong's bright eyes were very persistent.

Ling Hao was helpless, he could not beat her, but he could not beat True Yang Realm cultivators.

Just as they were in a stalemate, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Brother Ling, so this is where you live."

Ling Hao turned his head to look, the young man was dressed extravagantly, wearing green robes, he walked forward with his hands behind his back, his handsome eyes sizing up Ling Hao, and when he saw Yang Linglong, it was as though he had seen a ghost.

"Sis, why are you here?" He quickly walked in front of the two of them and saw Yang Linglong looking like a mouse that had seen a cat.

"Why can't I be here?" Yang Linglong rolled his eyes at him, then raised his arm and pinched Yang Yue's ear with his finger, causing the latter to grimace in pain: "Speak, are you following me? You were like this when I was young, and now you are still like this.

Ling Hao was speechless, Yang Yue was actually her little brother.

"Sis, stop. Have you forgotten? A few days ago, I went to the Green Wolf Mountain to search for the Blood Soul Grass, but I couldn't find any traces of it even after a few days.

Yang Linglong said in surprise: "The bizarre youth you're talking about is actually Ling Hao, no wonder both of them had the surname Ling. Your sister and I should have thought of him a long time ago."

A few days ago, her grandfather's wounds were reignited, and she had to use Spirit Medicines and Blood Soul Grasses to heal them. She had already been looking for her clan's experts for a week, and Yang Linglong had gone out to purchase them.

His grandfather, who loved him dearly since he was young, grew up every day. Seeing this, Yang Yue became anxious and headed towards the depths of the Ash Wolf Mountain without caring about his safety. This kind of behavior was undoubtedly courting death in his grandfather's and father's eyes.

But after seven days, Yang Yue returned safely, and miraculously brought the Blood Soul Grass back, asking the reason, Yang Yue did not dare to say who gave it to him, as he was afraid of disturbing Ling Hao, as it was a spirit medicine, even if it saved his life, giving it away so casually would cause Psionic Flame Clan to be shocked.

The three of them chatted for a while before they finally understood the situation.

"Now that I know, my grandfather and father both wish to meet you." Yang Linglong laughed, he never thought that this fellow would actually show kindness to his own family.