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  Ling Hao's eyes fixed intently on the old man, and the old man was also sizing up Ling Hao.

  Crossed one layer of tribulation!

  The old man's body was shaking with a mysterious aura, and there were faintly discernible waves of magical patterns, giving off an otherworldly air.

  At this level of cultivation, Ling Hao could naturally discern the person's identity.

  Ancestor of the Song family!

  "Ordinary person?"

  Song Mingde narrowed his eyes and slowly swept them over Ling Hao's body, somewhat suspicious.

  "It's...Ling."

  Suddenly, Song Mingde echoed Song Chusheng's words. On the surface, Ling Hao looked like an ordinary person, but his methods were ruthless and his realm was deep and immeasurable.

  Return to simplicity and authenticity!

  It was confirmed that the handsome young man in front of him was indeed Ling Hao. The phrase "returning to one's true self" flashed through Song Mingde's mind once again.

  This word represents a profound realm.

  A realm that even he cannot reach.

  After a hundred years, Song Mingde had cultivated to the first layer of Tribulation Transcendence and had experienced nine deaths and one life.

  The young man in front of him was barely twenty years old and it was absolutely impossible for him to be at that level.

  However, Ling Hao stood calmly somewhere, with a gentle breeze and light clouds, even more calm than him, like a monk sweeping the floor in Shaolin Temple, with a clear mind and no waves.

  What a rare young man!

  If the Song family has such a son, they will surely be able to leave Longhua and become a famous clan in China.

  Unfortunately, Ling Hao is an enemy rather than a friend.

  Not seeing Ling Hao, Song Mingde had a look of annoyance, as if he wanted to kill Ling Hao.

  But after meeting, Song Mingde fell silent. With his current state of mind, he couldn't see through Ling Hao's depth. To kill Ling Hao wouldn't be that simple.

  He now somewhat regrets giving the precious sword that he had spent many years tempering and much heart's blood to Song Chuyi.

  Upon hearing Song Mingde's hesitant words, Ling Hao nodded calmly: "Song family's old ancestor, it's better to live a life of survival than to die, and there aren't many years left to live anyway, why still come out and be the leader?"

  "The decline of the Song family is not because of anything, but rather the rotation of the mountains and rivers. A thousand-mile dike collapses at an ant nest, and now the Song family is a precarious dike."

  Since Song Mingde didn't make a move, Ling Hao naturally wouldn't kill someone at first sight.

  It's a pity to kill such an old monster that has lived for over a hundred years.

  “...”

  Song Mingde wanted to refute, but in the end he could only sigh and say: "I admit, those years the Song family guys were indeed a bit arrogant, but as long as I, Song Mingde, am here, I won't watch the Song family disappear!"

  "Why bother? If one's heart is set on the way, how can a family bind the heart of martial arts?"

  Ling Hao looked at Tang Mingde with a calm gaze, then swept his hand and found a piece of bluestone to sit on, continuing: "The tribulation has consumed too much life force. If you want to survive, you can only continue to accumulate strength and cross the tribulation again."

  "After experiencing 49 calamities, 99 calamities, and the heavenly calamity, I have only just passed the first step of the current 49 calamities. To prolong my life is as difficult as ascending to the heavens."

  "Today, I won't kill you, leave."

  Crossing the tribulation boundary is a major transformation of internal power turning into law power.

  To turn inwardly, one must first pass through the tribulation of thunder, crossing three layers at a time until the great perfection is achieved.

  Song Mingde's inner power and Fa power have not undergone a thorough transformation, and it is clear that he has only just succeeded in passing the tribulation.

  Departed from the law too far.

  In this kind of situation, even if you encounter a black python, you would still have to fight for your life and escape.

  Black python encounters Ling Hao and has to run for his life.

  Who is strong and who is weak can be seen at a glance.

  The only difference is that Song Mingde's realm has stabilized, while Hei Jiao is in a period of weakness.

  "I just want to ask one question, Song Chuyi, my disciple's grandson, where is he now?"

  Every word from Ling Hao was like a heavy hammer hitting Song Mingde's heart, and he suddenly felt old.

  Just as the young man in front of me said, a martial artist's heart is focused on martial arts, and a Taoist's heart is focused on the Tao.

  In his youth, he was full of passion and made rapid progress in martial arts. In middle age, he had a son under his knee, retired from the world, and became even more diligent, forgetting to eat and sleep, becoming a great master until the end of his life.

  As he grew older, he should have seen through everything, but his eyes were clouded by worldly illusions.

  His path and the path of martial arts have diverged.

  Song Mingde saw Ling Hao and had a bad premonition in his heart, but he still held onto hope.

  At this time, Song Mingde believed that Heizong was killed by Ling Huan.

  That black python's skeleton alone is enough to make one's scalp feel numb.

  "Song Chusheng is dead, and any of Song's family members who enter will also die."

  Ling Hao stood up calmly and immediately said: "If you want revenge, come at me. I won't kill you, but you should know that fists and feet have no eyes."

  After a few words, Ling Hao determined that Song Mingde was not a person who could not distinguish between right and wrong.

  It's just that as people get older, they tend to be overly concerned with certain things, which is a common problem among old folks. To put it bluntly, they want to carry on their legacy, or in less polite terms, they're being overprotective.

  Some shorts can be worn with tights, while others cannot.

  Ling Hao is not a killer maniac, Song Mingde wants to fight, then let's fight.

  As Ling Hao said, since we are going to war, life and death are destined!

  "Are they all... dead?"

  Song Mingde had anticipated this outcome, but hearing it with his own ears still made him feel suffocated in the chest, and a mouthful of blood surged up to his throat.

  His appearance suddenly aged a lot, and the remaining black hair turned white in an instant.

  His voice was even more hoarse and astringent: "Lao Fu has never fallen so big in his life, surnamed Ling, today Lao Fu will fight with him even if he dies."

  "Oh?"

  Ling Hao said somewhat unexpectedly, "It seems that worldly affairs can indeed make a strong person fall. However, I still have some matters to attend to today. Ten days later, I will personally go to Song's house in Longhua City and give them an explanation."

  Killing Song Mingde here would be of no use.

  Song Mingde is over a hundred years old and has many relatives and friends, so troubles will keep arising.

  They are just some insignificant people, and since they want to resolve the Song family's affairs, Ling Hao will inevitably settle it once and for all.

  In ten days, the auction time will be almost here. At that time, Fei Song Li Wei will be able to avoid a lot of trouble.

  "Ten days!"

  "I'll wait at the Song's house."

  Song Mingde nodded, he had lived for a long time and knew Ling Huan's purpose.

  "Can it be that stubbornness can defeat me? On that day, I will invite many old friends to witness together."

  "If I win, I will take your life without hesitation."

  "It can't be won!"

  As soon as Ling Hao's voice fell, he stood up and his figure flashed, disappearing in front of Song Mingde like a ghost.

  "Such swift movements, I didn't feel even a hint of magical power fluctuations."

  Song Mingde furrowed his brow, took a deep look at where Ling Hao disappeared, and then let out a heavy sigh before leaving.

  He has even lost his soul.

  At the entrance of the cave, Han Lao and Hong Xiuyi were both standing outside waiting.

  They thought the journey to the tomb was extremely perilous, and even with Ling Hao there, they were still very worried.

  After all, Ling Hao is not one of their own people. They are willing to pay him a fee, but whether Ling Hao will help them or not is an unknown quantity.

  Especially since Song Chuyi obtained the treasure of the old ancestor of the Song family, his combat power will inevitably increase by a fold, and their worries are not unreasonable.

  "Old lady, do you think Ling Brothers are from a noble family?"

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