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At this moment, the shock in everyone's heart was countless times stronger than when Ye Hao took out the Qingmu Wolfhound's heart.
In the entire Ye Family, there was even a person who was not aware of the sudden appearance of the arrogant son of heaven back then. His realm had plummeted greatly, and he was unable to cultivate.
But right now, the young man who was always looked down by the crowd, and was even about to forget the glory of his past, exploded with such powerful blood.
Could it be that the Heaven's Pride of Ye Family had already returned?
As he thought of this, a raging wave of shock rose up in the hearts of everyone present, causing them to tremble violently.
"This... This wave of Qi and blood, was … Sixth Layer of Body Tempering?! " At this time, the teenager who suspected Ye Hao of cheating could not help but scream in shock.
However, under the pressure of this Qi and blood, his body, which was at the fourth level of Tempered Body, involuntarily trembled. At this moment, he felt a fiery pain on his face.
It was not only him. The tribesmen who had previously mocked and mocked Ye Hao as trash all paled at this moment and bitterness filled their mouths.
Now that they thought about it, everything that they'd done just now was simply as laughable and idiotic as a clown.
Shaking their heads in self-mockery, everyone looked at the youth whose clothes fluttered without any wind. On his delicate and pretty face, there was not the slightest bit of emotion. Their hearts were filled with an unprecedented complex feeling.
Who would have thought that the young man who had fallen to the altar back then would one day rise again and blossom in glory?
At this moment, Ye Hao looked at the changes in everyone's expressions. The depression that had been accumulating in his heart for the past few years seemed to be venting madly with the explosion of the Qi and Blood Strength.
To the side, a green-clothed, delicate young girl was crying tears of joy. Her beautiful eyes were bloodshot.
Beside him, Ye Ze clenched his fists as his body trembled in excitement.
On the high platform, Ye Yunfeng Lang laughed out loud. His eyes were slightly wet.
On the other side, the gloomy-looking Great Elder, dressed in a gray robe, raised his eyelids slightly as a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Second Elder, are there any doubts?"
Ye Hao's bright eyes and thunderous voice reverberated throughout the entire training field, shocking everyone.
On the stage, the old man with the cold expression shook his head with a bitter smile and sighed, "Good, what a great Ye Hao."
As soon as he said those words, the Second Elder waved his sleeve and put the box in Ye Hao's hand. Then, two streams of black light flew into Ye Hao and Ye Ze's hands.
At the same time, the old man's dignified voice sounded once again, "Tomorrow, the two of you will take this order and come to the clan Martial Hall."
Ye Hao restrained his Qi and blood. He pulled Ye Ze, who was still stunned like a wooden chicken, and respectfully cupped his fists.
"In this Martial Hall Assessment, the only ones who passed are Ye Hao and Ye Ze." The second elder's voice echoed through the entire training field, causing the shocked crowd to quickly recover from their shock. They immediately looked at the calm and composed youth with a complex look of envy.
The Martial Hall was a place every disciple of the Ye Family would dream of entering, because only by becoming a disciple of the Martial Hall would they be able to receive the focus of the clan's nurture, obtain an enormous amount of cultivation resources, and even the clan's precious cultivation techniques and abilities. Only the disciples of the Martial Hall had the qualifications to cultivate.
The status of a Martial Hall disciple was far from something an ordinary clan member could compare to.
Originally, with Ye Hao's innate strength, he could have entered the Martial Hall four years ago. However, due to the drastic drop in his realm back then, everyone thought that he would be able to obliterate everyone from now on.
But who would have thought that four years later, this youth would still be a step ahead of them, advancing into a Martial Hall disciple.
Thinking of this, everyone's eyes became complicated, but at the same time, there was also a faint trace of reverence.
"Ye Hao, this... Am I dreaming? " But at this time, Ye Ze was blankly staring at the Black Gold Token in his hand, the two words "Martial Hall" carved on it in a flamboyant manner, causing him to feel a wave of dizziness, and his dream-like words were filled with disbelief.
"Now that we have obtained the Martial Hall Medallion, how can it be fake?" Ye Hao chuckled.
Ye Ze laughed foolishly as he scratched his head. After a long while, he suddenly suppressed his expression and said: "The luckiest thing for me during this Martial Hall Assessment is to be in the same group as you. "Ye Hao, thank you so much."
Even though Ye Ze was not good with words, he knew clearly in his heart that with Ye Hao's strength, even if he was alone, he would definitely be able to pass the examination. If it wasn't for the former, not to mention becoming a Martial Hall disciple, he might not even be able to walk out of the examination grounds alive.
As he thought of this, Ye Ze's expression became even more serious than before, "Ye Hao, I will engrave your kindness in my heart. If there's anything I need in the future, even this life, I won't hesitate to help! "
"What do I need your life for?"
Looking at Ye Ze's serious expression, Ye Hao couldn't help but tease and laugh, "Don't worry about it. If we were in the same group, we should have advanced and retreated together. Besides, if you didn't break through, I can't guarantee that we would still be standing here."
Therefore, he was willing to give out one of the two demon wolf hearts that he got from Ye Ying. After all, after becoming a Martial Hall disciple, he would be able to obtain more cultivation resources, which would be an opportunity for any disciple of the Ye Family to get ahead in cultivation.
Ye Ze nodded silently. He was an introverted person, so naturally, he wouldn't say anything pretentious. However, he firmly remembered all of this from the bottom of his heart.
"Alright, let's go as well." Seeing Ye Yunfeng and the three elders leaving on the high platform, Ye Hao also called out and walked out of the training field.
He had come precisely for the Martial Hall command medallion, so naturally, he did not want to linger here since he had achieved his objective.
As Ye Hao walked forward, the crowd on the Martial Arts Practice Grounds split apart like the tide, giving way to a path of their own.
As for the young members of the clan who had been laughing the most earlier, they were all huddled up in the back of the crowd, looking somewhat embarrassed. They wanted to step forward and start a conversation, but didn't know where to start.
"Ai, this Ye Ze …" You really are lucky to be able to enter the Martial Hall at the fourth level of the Body Tempering stage. "
Everyone thought back to the beginning of the exam when Ye Hao and Ye Ze were in a team. They had even mocked and ridiculed him. Their faces were burning hot and strong regrets filled their hearts.
At this time, in a faraway pavilion, Ye Tianlin's eyes flashed with killing intent. Looking at the direction that Ye Hao's figure disappeared in, he muttered in a low voice: "Hell has no doors, since you came for Martial Hall, then don't blame me."
Although he couldn't kill Ye Hao for the time being, as the number one Martial Hall cultivator, Ye Tianlin was confident that he had too many ways to make Ye Hao live a life worse than death.
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As for Ye Hao, after bidding Wu Tie farewell, he returned to his residence with Qing Wu sitting cross-legged on his wooden bed. He looked at the black gold Martial Hall badge in his hand that had an extraordinary aura and couldn't help but smile.
In this assessment, his biggest goal was to kill Ye Peng and his sister, and then, to obtain this Martial Hall Token. After all, in order to become strong as soon as possible, the rich resources of the Martial Hall disciples were indispensable.
"Young Master, you've put on airs today, you should have taken some medicine by now, right?" Qing Wu walked into the room with a straight face and shoved a bowl of black soup into Ye Hao's hands.
Ye Hao smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Qingwu, why are you still angry …"
The girl fiercely glared at him and viciously said, "Quickly drink!"
Ye Hao did not dare to disobey. He drank up the soup as if he was trying to curry favor. Then, his handsome face suddenly scrunched up as he grimaced and said, "Why is it so bitter?"
Looking at the young man's bitter face, Ye Qing Wu giggled. A trace of craftiness appeared in her limpid eyes as she said unhappily, "Good medicine naturally comes with bitter words. Who told you to come back with a body full of wounds?"
Ye Hao said with a sullen expression, "Sister Qingwu, you purposely added bitter fruit, didn't you?"
"There's still more tomorrow." Qing Wu's red lips slightly curled up. She snorted and then picked up the medicine bowl. She turned around and left, leaving Ye Hao with a beautiful and enchanting figure.
Watching the girl's figure disappear from his line of sight, Ye Hao could not help but smile bitterly. Immediately, he felt the injuries in his body. Suddenly, he exclaimed in surprise.