"Oh my god! In the Xiling family, only my father, Xiling Junzheng, can do it, and you actually... you actually..." Xiling Yunqin obviously couldn't accept this fact.
"Who can fuse eight different fires?" A slightly rough voice came from the stairs on the second floor.
Ling Luo raised her head and saw Yan Xiang with an excited look on his face. He was still holding the orange spirit stone tightly in his hand and asked again: "Yunqin, what did you just say? Luo'er
Can it also fuse eight different fires?"
Xiling Yunqin rarely saw her husband so excited, so she nodded gently.
A deep joy suddenly flashed across Yan Xiang's face, and he waved to Ling Luo and said, "Hurry up and follow me upstairs, and help me melt this Feather Spirit Stone!"
Ling Luo was stunned for a moment, and said "Oh" in a daze.
"Feathering Stone?"
That was one of the couple's treasures, a seventh-grade high-grade spiritual stone that could only be found but not sought.
Xiling Yunqin followed Ling Luo to the second floor and stood in front of Yan Xiang.
"In seven days, Elder Long En, one of the three great sword ancestors of Shengxiu, will be released from seclusion. All six halls will go to congratulate him. No matter how inconvenient our Holy Fire Hall is, we still have to give him a decent gift." Yan Xiang
His expression was a little solemn.
Xiling Yunqin's expression became serious when he heard these words, and asked: "What do you want to forge with the Feather Spirit Stone?"
Yan Xiang pondered for a long time and said: "Sword Ancestor Long En has no shortage of peerless swords. He has only been addicted to alcohol in his life. I will forge a pair of luminous cups made of Feather Spirit Stone for him."
Then, Yan Xiang turned his head, looked at Ling Luo, and said: "Use the purple charm fire and the blue ice flame to melt this Feather Spirit Stone. As long as the wine falls into the Feather Spirit Luminous Cup, it will melt."
It will add a sense of charm and be as refreshing as ice flames.”
Ling Luo admired Yan Xiang's idea.
"Then Luo'er, let's give it a try for now."
Yan Xiang narrowed his eyes and said: "Although you have great firepower, the Feather Spirit Stone is very strong, so there is no need to worry."
With Yan Xiang's words, Ling Luo felt more at ease.
A ball of purple enchanting fire jumped out of her left heart, the color of the smoke flowed, charming people's minds; a ball of blue ice flame jumped out of her right hand, the ice flame was crystal clear, and the blue light was beautiful.
And the Feather Spirit Stone, which was about the size of a palm, was suspended in the center of the two flames.
The firepower gradually increased, and a faint crack appeared on the surface of the extremely solid Feather Spirit Stone.
Yan Xiang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said loudly: "Twice the intensity and continue!"
Ling Luo mobilized all the fire energy aura stored in the Dantian, and in the spiritual field between the eyebrows, the small purple satellite and the small blue satellite gradually sped up.
At the same time, the two kinds of strange fires in Ling Luo's hands jumped up one meter, two meters, five meters with a "stab!"
The purple charm fire and the blue ice flame merged into a huge fireball. The two colors rotated alternately, radiating light and being extremely gorgeous.
In the five-meter huge two-color strange fire ball, the orange feather spirit stone gradually softened, melted, and finally condensed into a ball of fist-sized spiritual liquid.
Yan Xiang's eyes suddenly flashed with brightness as he took over the five-meter-diameter two-color strange fireball from Ling Luo's hand.
He himself is extremely strong. With King Wu's cultivation, it is easy to catch Ling Luo's sixth-level martial master's strange fire with his bare hands.