Is it an illusion?

Taking a deep look at Lin Qingzhu, Qi Hao didn't quite believe this was true.

Now, his cultivation level is close to the ninth level of Tianxiang, but he has been suppressing his cultivation level.

A month ago, his father spent a lot of resources and treasures to help him improve his cultivation level.

The purpose is to stabilize the pressure at Zixia Peak for this martial arts competition.

It can be said that Qi Wuhui has done anything to defeat Ye Qiu.

On the surface, Qi Hao only has the cultivation level of Tianxiang Grade 4, but that is just something he deliberately hides.

However, even with the strength of the eighth-grade Tianxiang, he still felt a hint of threat from Lin Qingzhu at that moment.

That biting cold power that penetrates the soul is so weird.

"Strange, what is going on?"

"Is it possible that this girl has a higher level of cultivation than me?"

Shaking his head, Qi Hao felt that the possibility was almost zero.

Lin Qingzhu started practicing not long ago. He has been practicing for five or six years, which is earlier than her.

After all the hard work, she has only been here for three months, and no matter how talented she is, she still can't surpass him.

It was the genius from Hidden Sword Peak who was born with divine bones, who started with her, and his cultivation level was only at the second level at the moment.

Thinking of this, Qi Hao's eyes concealed ruthlessness and he did not choose to take action.

Before the martial arts competition began, he did not want to reveal too much strength. His goal this time was to become the martial arts champion.

Moreover, even if we defeat them here now, there is no point.

It's better to stay on the stage, torture them severely, and make Zixiafeng lose face in front of all their classmates.

"Huh, just wait, I don't bother to argue with you today.

You'd better start praying now and not meet me on stage."

With a cold smile, Qi Hao turned around and prepared to leave.

At this time, a sarcastic voice came, and Qi Hao stumbled and almost fell.

"Tch, you're a weakling who doesn't know how to be cruel."

Zhao Waner was amused.

The watery eyes under the long black hair are like the crescent moon, and the eyes are crystal clear.

She is as graceful and graceful as the banished immortal, who captivated the country and the city, and also like the fairy who strayed into the mortal world and was tainted by the slightest trace of earthly connections.

Xiao Yi's words almost made even Lin Qingzhu, who was as cold as ice, almost unable to hold back his laughter.

After calming down, he finally calmed down and still looked at Qi Hao coldly.

At this time, Qi Hao wanted to strangle Xiao Yi to death.

Mudd, he actually called me a weakling.

With his body trembling, Qi Hao suppressed the anger in his heart.

"A small impatience will ruin a big plan. I can't bear it..."

Gritting his teeth, Qi Hao left them with only his back and left angrily.

As for the other disciples of Hidden Sword Peak, they could not bear the humiliation and followed him.

After they left, Zhao Waner tugged on her red robe, patted Xiao Yi's shoulder and said, "You performed well, keep up the good work in the future."

"Hey, Sister Wan'er, I'm not bragging. When it comes to fighting, I might not be good at it.

But when it comes to quarreling, I have never met an opponent."

"Don't talk about a little bastard, even if they come together, why should I be afraid?"

Xiao Yi patted his chest and said confidently.

Everyone present looked at him as if they were a god of plague, not wanting to get too close to this guy.

While waiting quietly, soon... Liu Qingfeng walked out of the hall.

The scene fell silent for an instant, and the discussion stopped.

"Junior brothers and sisters, please move to the martial arts arena."
Chapter completed!