Yan Xiang narrowed his eyes and said, "Luo'er, go over and try to push me away."
Ling Luo knew that the master wanted to test himself.
However, these two stone doors, which looked terrifying in the eyes of others, were nothing more than a piece of cake in Ling Luo's eyes.
When she was practicing the Extreme Fire inheritance, there were nine inheritance gates in total, each one thicker and thicker than the last, and each one stronger than the last.
Ling Luo stretched out his hand, placed it on the stone door, gathered his energy in the palm of his hand, and then pushed hard.
"Creak-", the door opened.
Much simpler than the phenomenon.
Yan Xiang nodded, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and said: "Very good, from today on, you have the qualifications to enter the Sword Tomb."
There are ten disciples in the Holy Fire Hall, including Ling Luo, but only half are qualified to enter the Dingjian Pavilion, and only three are qualified to enter the Sword Tomb in the Dingjian Pavilion.
One is Senior Brother Fu Dong, the other is Second Senior Brother Xu Huang, and the third one is Ling Luo.
Even Yan Xiang's biological daughter Yan Yueyue is not qualified to set foot in the Sword Tomb because she is not good at cultivation.
Ling Luo followed Yan Xiang's steps and stepped into the sword tomb.
As soon as he stepped into the threshold, Ling Luo felt tens of thousands of long swords attacking towards him.
The strange thing is that he is clearly standing behind Yan Xiang, but those long swords deliberately avoid Yan Xiang and come straight towards him.
Yan Xiang is the master of the Sword Tomb, and he is the first time he arrives and is regarded as an enemy by the swords in the Sword Tomb.
Ling Luo calmed down, and his eyes suddenly flashed with an extremely sharp brilliance, and his divine light was superb, carrying endless intimidation.
The sword is a dead thing, and the only thing that can control the sword is mental power.
This is a competition of mental strength.
If it were a competition of cultivation, Ling Luo might lose, but if it was a competition of mental strength, she was 120% confident that she would not lose to anyone!
Sure enough, in the next moment, those tens of thousands of long swords that were attacking suddenly stopped an inch away from Ling Luo's body and stopped attacking.
A faint smile appeared on the corners of Ling Luo's lips, and a cold look flashed across her bright eyes.
"Pah la la"
Tens of thousands of long swords fell to the ground one after another, and the telepathic attacks were defeated.
Yan Xiang turned his head in surprise and looked at this slender girl. Although she had such a small body, she had such a huge power hidden inside.
Eight years ago, even when he brought his eldest disciple Fu Dong to Sword Tomb for the first time, Fu Dong could not reach her level.
Ling Luo took a deep breath.
When tens of thousands of long swords fell to the ground, there were still ten long swords left, still pointing at themselves with sharp blades.
These ten long swords are different from the ones just now. They are all peerless treasures of grade six or above.
Ling Luo frowned. These ten swords were very gorgeous in appearance, and the swords all exuded the aura of fire element.
In other words, these things are reserved for use by the Holy Fire Church.
She turned her head with some confusion and looked at Yan Xiang: "Master?"
Is it a test?
Or does it mean something else?
A trace of pride flashed across Yan Xiang's face, and he said: "Luo'er, what do you think of these ten long swords for my master? Three of them are eighth-grade, six are seventh-grade, and one is sixth-grade.
These are my master's proud works."
Ling Luo was puzzled and asked, "Are these all Master's weapons?"