Xuanyuan Yu leaned over and said, "Aren't you going to fight a wheel battle for a while, how can you do it without a weapon at hand." ”

Ling Luo's heart "chuckled" for a moment, remembering Ling Zhan's words just now, he could carry weapons.

"I don't seem to have any weapons, do you have them, borrow them from me?" Ling Luo asked in a low voice, biting his ear with Xuanyuan Yu.

Xuanyuan Yu smiled like a big fox and said, "Of course there is, you know the way, my surname is Xuanyuan." ”

As he spoke, he summoned a three-foot long sword from the storage ring, handed it to Ling Luo's hand, and said with a smile: "That's it, take it and use it." ”

Ling Luo looked at the worn-out long sword in his hand, which was completely black and covered with rust, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching, and he said in surprise: "You just let me use this...... Fight with those mad dogs? ”

"yes." Xuanyuan Yu looked like he was taken for granted, and his voice was clear, "This is a famous sword, one of my treasures." ”

The green tendons on Ling Luo's forehead floated, and he stared at the worn-out long sword in his hand with an extremely contemptuous look, the handle was very dirty, the sword body was black rust, mottled cracks, the blade was very blunt, and it looked like even a dead branch was being chopped off.

"Famous sword? Collection? Ling Luo's voice was unusually strange.

She pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her soiled right hand, as well as the dirty hilt of her sword.

Xuanyuan Yu nodded, a pair of peach blossom eyes overflowing with a smile, and said: "Luo'er, famous swords are all spiritual, not to mention that this is a famous sword of the fire system, if you dislike it, it will be sad." ”

"A famous sword of the fire type?" Ling Luo's eyes lit up, and she secretly injected a stream of Extreme Fire Essence into the broken sword, and soon, she received a fierce response.

The blade trembled, letting out a pleasant whistling. From the depths of this broken sword, Ling Luo felt the power of the Fire Yuan as magnificent as a mountain.

What Xuanyuan can get his hands on is really extraordinary.

Ling Luo looked at Xuanyuan Yu with a happy face, and said, "Thank you, scum." ”

Xuanyuan Yu's eyes were doting, and he said softly: "If you really want to thank me, when you win, bring me your brocade." ”

"Ribbon?" Ling Luo was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the ribbon that represented the girl's admiration at the coming-of-age ceremony, a sky blue ribbon that had no meaning to her.

Xuanyuan Yu's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, with a bit of cunning, and said, "Is it okay?" ”

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Ling Luo smiled lightly.

A few years later, whenever she thinks of her casualness today, she can't help but sigh, being entangled in such a black-bellied demon like this, her intestines are repentant.

Ling Luo clenched the rusty broken sword in his hand, stood on the battle platform that had just been raised, and shouted loudly, "Who will fight with me first?" ”

Those children of the same generation who were still jealous of the Huo Yuan cultivators couldn't help but laugh when they saw the miserable broken sword in Ling Luo's hand.

Among them, the one who laughed the most arrogantly was none other than Ling Yue.

However, the first to stand up was not Ling Yue, but the descendant of the second elder's lineage, the fourth-order martial artist Ling Zihong.

Although Ling Zihong is only sixteen years old, he has trained a tangled muscle, and his figure is quite tall, and his arms are as thick as Ling Luo's thighs.

His weapon was a pair of star hammers, weighing two hundred pounds, and he was very powerful in his hand. He stepped onto the battlefield and stared at Ling Luo with an extremely hot gaze.