"Master, the Sword Tomb is the holy place of the Holy Fire Hall. It would be a bit uncomfortable to let all the brothers in." Xu Huang put forward his opinion very carefully.
Yan Xiang still had a faint smile on his face and said: "It doesn't matter, you just recruit them all according to your teacher's wishes."
No matter how much he was unwilling to do so, Xu Huang had no choice but to follow his master's wishes.
After a while, all the disciples of the Holy Fire Hall gathered in the Sword Tomb. Even Xiling Yunqin and Fu Dong, who was resting in bed, came together.
Ling Luo also walked to the side of the disciples very wisely and stood at the very end.
Yan Xiang's eyes swept over these people one by one, and then said loudly: "Today is the most important day of our Holy Fire Hall. I have something important to announce to my teacher."
Everyone cast doubtful glances.
Xiling Yunqin stepped forward directly, stood beside Yan Xiang, and asked with a worried look: "What's wrong? Which child did something wrong? You rarely show such a solemn expression.
"
Xiling Yunqin has always cared deeply for his ten disciples, treating them as important as his own daughter Yan Yueyue.
Yan Xiang shook his head and denied his wife.
Then, he stretched out a hand and slowly activated the fire energy under everyone's doubtful eyes.
The ten long swords that shocked the sword tomb slowly rose up and flew in front of Yan Xiang, swinging them out.
This was the first time that Yan Xiang showed the treasure of the Holy Fire Hall in front of all the disciples.
"Do you know what these are?" Yan Xiang narrowed his eyes and looked at everyone.
Deep respect and yearning immediately appeared on the young faces of the disciples.
"It's a peerless sword!"
"It is the treasure of Holy Fire Peak!"
"It is the hope of our Holy Fire Church!"
The young disciple's face shone with excitement.
A slight smile appeared on Yan Xiang's lips, his eyes were clearer than ever before, and he shook his head gently.
Then, under the extremely different eyes of everyone, he stretched out his hand and broke these ten peerless swords one by one.
"Master! No!" someone screamed.
"Dad, what are you doing?!" someone screamed in pain.
"Master, even if you don't want them anymore, you can still leave those swords to your disciples, hey!" Someone even lamented with regret.
Ling Luo was also a little shocked.
She didn't expect that Yan Xiang was such a determined person who knew what to give up and was able to give it up without hesitation.
In an instant, Ling Luo's respect for this master suddenly rose to a higher level.
"You are wrong. These are not swords, but shackles and shackles. They are the culprits that hold you back!"
Yan Xiang stood among the scrap metal on the ground with a solemn expression and said: "As the leader of the Holy Fire Hall, I announce that from today on, there will be no weapon refining pavilion, no tripod sword pavilion, and no sword tomb in the Holy Fire Hall! Disciples of the Holy Fire Hall
I will no longer refine weapons, and from today on I will focus on cultivating the secret method of Fire Origin!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and they all wilted like eggplants beaten by frost.
Yan Xiang didn't stay much, and left after saying that. Xiling Yunqin followed him and left together.
The sword tomb immediately exploded.
"No more weapon refining? I'm still thinking about learning more about the secrets of weapon refining so that I can go back to my hometown and open a weapons shop to support my family." Ninth Disciple Su Yi showed a very miserable expression, "Why?