Seeing Yan Xiang's crying with joy, Ling Luo's hanging heart was slightly lowered.

Yan Xiang's palm suddenly had a long sword, and while he was contemplating, he was dancing the sword, his body was handsome, and nine Huoluan phoenixes that were exactly the same as the one on the painting wall appeared behind him.

Ling Luo couldn't help but be shocked when he looked at it.

The same swordsmanship, the same enlightenment. But Yan Xiang's power is not known how many times stronger than himself. This is the difference in strength.

In the following days, Yan Xiang summoned all the disciples of the Holy Fire Hall to this painting wall, and asked all of them to comprehend together.

All the six disciples benefited a lot, their cultivation grew extremely rapidly, and their comprehension of the Nine Heavens Separation Fire Sword also rose to a new level.

Twenty days later, the day of the battle.

On the eve of departure, Ling Luo took out two quaint celadon bottles from the black jade space ring and handed them to Fu Dong and Xia Lin respectively.

"Little junior sister, what is this?" Fu Dong was very curious.

The corners of Ling Luo's lips raised slightly, and he said, "This is our secret weapon, which is specially used to deal with the merman." The name is silence and it can shut them up. It doesn't take much, just inhale a little and you're good to go. ”

Fu Dong and Xia Lin had some doubts, but they still accepted it.

The battle was held in the Great Martial Arts Arena.

When Ling Luo and the others arrived, the shouts in the Great Martial Arts Arena were already shaking the sky.

There are many female disciples in the Holy Water Hall, and there are countless beautiful women, so many of the people who came to watch the game this time were the male disciples of the other four halls.

The calls were all men, and the voices were all towards the Holy Water Hall, and no one cared about the Holy Fire Hall at all.

"Hey, why are you here now? It's been almost a quarter of an hour, don't you want to give up the game! ”

The supporters of the Holy Water Church have already begun to clamor.

"If you want to abandon the game, just say it early, don't waste our time, hurry up and hand over fifty high-level source stones!"

"It's called yes, and I still want to fight with our senior brother Xiaoling, it's just beyond my strength." There are also female disciples who have a crush on Xiaoling, who speak coldly.

"You see, the master of the Holy Fire Hall is also here."

"Hall Master Yan can't think about it, such an embarrassing scene, dare to come over, I'm not afraid that my apprentice's face will be gone?"

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Yan Xiang took the disciples of the Holy Fire Hall to take a seat, Yan Xiang and Xiling Yunqing in the front, and the six disciples in the back.

Hearing so many cynical words, except for the other five disciples, the faces were more or less unpleasant, only Ling Luo's expression was calm, and he was not affected in the slightest.

Xia Lin was an anxious person, he was the most angry, his eyes were red, he stretched out a fist, squeaked, gritted his teeth and said: "If you don't beat this group of dog-eyed and low-looking guys all over the ground, it's hard to understand the hatred in your heart!" ”

"That's it!" Su Yi also echoed, with a look of pain and regret, "It's a pity that I can't cultivate at home, so I can't play, otherwise I really want to beat them up!" ”

At that time, Yan Xiang said that whoever can practice to the seventh form of the Nine Heavens Fire Sword first will be able to fight, Xu Huang and Yan Yueyue are one step ahead, Su Yi is still out, and he can only do support or something in the rear.

Ling Luo didn't even raise his eyelids, and said, "Those who like to use their mouths to show off their skins are most likely not to be cultivated, so the two senior brothers don't have to mind." ”

"That's what the little sister said." Xia Lin nodded heavily.