A Good Romance
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The outcome was set, but there was still a fierce battle going on on the other side.
Although Zhao Seventh was only sixteen or seventeen years old, he had a wealth of battle experience. He could also release his power, and under the superposition of the five forces, his battle ability was unparalleled.
Ling Han focused on defense and waited for an opportunity to counterattack. His true goal was to wait until Zhao Seventh's power was exhausted. At that time, he would blow the horn to counterattack.
Zhao Seventh was young and full of vigor. How could he compare to Ling Han, a veteran who had fought countless battles in the Yuan World?
With ten meridians, he could only fight for about two hours. Under the superposition of the five forces, this had to be divided by five. Therefore, after half an hour, Zhao Seventh's power began to drop.
His stamina was shocking. He was not panting heavily, but he had used up too much of his mystic power. Even the range of his power had been reduced to about a foot.
That's all?
Ling Han roared and counterattacked with all his might.
Bam, bam, bam. He attacked aggressively. With just three punches and two kicks, Zhao Seventh was sent flying.
He had not even used the Demon Monkey Fist. Otherwise, he would have defeated his opponent long ago.
It was necessary to hide one's strength. Whether it was the Demon Monkey Fist or the Monkey Bro technique, it was too important.
Lian Xuerong said, "Little Seven, come back."
Zhao Seventh crawled up and rubbed his chest, a pained expression on his face.
He walked back obediently. There was no hatred in his eyes when he looked at Ling Han. Instead, it was full of admiration.
It was not just him. Wang Feng and the others were no exception. For warriors like them, what they most admired were those who could fight.
Ling Han had defeated Zhao Seventh, who was ten meridians. To them, this was even more shocking than Sun Jianfang, who had reached the Blood Transformation realm. After all, in Hidden Tiger City, although Blood Transformation realm cultivators were not common, there were still quite a few.
But nine meridians was better than ten meridians.
Pitifully few, but definitely in the top ten.
Lian Xuerong nodded at Ling Han. "Now, I believe that you killed the python. However, I didn't make an agreement with you that the Crouching Caltrop Fruit will belong to whoever kills this python. "
Ling Han frowned. What did this woman mean?
"I still have an opening for a vice-captain. Are you willing to follow me?" Lian Xuerong asked.
Even Wang Feng and the others were surprised when they heard this.
There were a total of ten ten-man teams under the Xuan Qing Flag. Each team had a captain, followed by a vice-captain. Wang Feng and the other experts from the twelve branches were all captains.
But if he wanted to be a vice-captain, he had to have at least eleven meridians.
Ling Han hadn't even reached ten meridians. Even if he had the ability of ten meridians, he wouldn't be considered an expert in the Xuanqing Banner. This time, he had been promoted as an exception.
However, Lian Xuerong was very strict, so Wang Feng and the others did not dare to say anything.
On the other hand, He Guan and the others revealed looks of jealousy. Damn, they had chosen to join the Black Green Flag long ago, but it seemed that they didn't even have the qualifications to join the Black Green Flag. On the other hand, Ling Han had only fought one battle, and he had already become the Vice Captain.
Didn't that mean that they, the elders, would have to be under Ling Han?
Naturally, they were all dissatisfied and unhappy.
Ling Han's mind spun quickly. If he stayed in the Ancient Dao Sect, then his Martial Art would end in the twelve branches. Sun Jianfang had tried for so many years to reach the Blood Transformation realm, and he had paid a huge price in the process.
Even if his talent was outstanding and he didn't need as much time to reach the Blood Transformation realm as Sun Jianfang, without guidance, it would still take a long time.
Following the path of others and creating one's own path were two completely different things.
Moreover, the Xuan Bei Country seemed to have walked very far on the path of Martial Art. If a flag master was already at the Blood Transformation realm, then wouldn't the city lord be at an even higher level? What was the country's ruler's cultivation level?
The Ancient Dao Sect was simply too small. The so-called geniuses were only people like Li Zhangdan. There was no point in stepping on them.
Ling Han still wanted to study formations and alchemy, but it seemed that he could only do that in the Xuan Bei Country.
He made up his mind and cupped his fists. "Thank you, flag master, for your kind intentions."
"Hmph." His attitude made Wang Feng and the others unhappy. Even captains like them had to kneel to greet Lian Xuerong, and he cupped his fists. Wasn't he thinking too highly of himself?
Lian Xuerong didn't care. She stroked her hair. She admired young people with character. What was the point of being polite?
However, she was also interested in smoothing out the thorns of these young people so that they would listen to her.
"This Crouching Caltrop Fruit is your reward. Go get it yourself," she said lazily.
Lian Xuerong looked at the crowd again. "I'll give you one month to deal with your trivial matters. After one month, your factions will become the territory of the Xuan Bei Country. You will raise the flag of the Xuan Bei Country and serve me as the Emperor."
"Yes." Ji Yuanlong and the others bowed. This was a great expert at the Blood Transformation realm. Other than Sun Jianfang, who could barely stand on equal footing, the others could only obey.
Another group of people jumped off the battleship. Each faction was assigned one person to coordinate and deal with the matter of surrender. After all, surrendering to the Xuan Bei Country was not as simple as raising a flag.
"Elder, I'd like to discuss this with you." Lian Xuerong smiled politely at Sun Jianfang.
Even in Hidden Tiger City, a Blood Transformation realm cultivator could be called an expert. Sun Jianfang had broken through to this realm on his own. His talent and perseverance were both indescribable.
Thus, she gave him face. If he could survive the loss of his life force, he might have even more potential in the future.
Sun Jianfang nodded. She admired Ling Han, which made him feel good. He had no children, so he was starting to treat Ling Han as a descendant.
"Please." He also became polite.
The two of them boarded the battleship to discuss Martial Art. He Tang and the others brought a black-green flag warrior back to the Ancient Dao Sect to deal with the details of the surrender.
"Brother!" Wang Feng and the others all gathered around. They looked at Ling Han as if he was a monster. "It's over, it's over. You're really finished."
"That's right. None of the men that our flag lord admires are complete."
"Ai, you better pray for your own good."
Ling Han laughed. "Is even the flag lord that terrifying?"
"Why not?" A bald man said. "Don't be fooled by our flag lord's dazzling beauty. Deep down, she's as cold as ice. She's a demon."
"In the past, a captain used the fact that he was a relative of the city lord's family to flirt with the flag lord. Guess what happened in the end?"
"His mouth was smashed, and his lower part was cut off. He ended up neither a man nor a woman."
Ling Han said, "That's what he asked for."
"You don't understand. Our flag lord is a two-faced person. Right now, she's as cold as ice, but in a few days, she'll be as passionate as fire and melt you. But if you dare to show even the slightest bit of her … Hehe, you know what I mean. Then you'll be taught a lesson," Wang Feng said with lingering fear.
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