"Whoosh -" there was a soft sound, and the blade was firmly inserted into the window lattice of Xuanyuan Yangyue's bedroom.
"who?"
A cry of surprise came from the bedroom.
Ling Luo's eyes flashed coldly, and she quickly jumped away from the wall, ducked away, and her slender figure disappeared into the dark night.
Xuanyuan Yangyue frowned and stared in the direction where Ling Luo's body disappeared. She pursed her thin lips tightly but did not pursue him.
She turned her head and her eyes fell on the green leaves above the window lattice.
A tender leaf the size of a palm can actually sink into the window lattice by three points. The other party's cultivation level must not be underestimated. It is 70 to 80% higher than his own.
Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Yangyue gave up the idea of chasing after her, and instead gently pulled out the leaf. Under the cold moonlight, she could vaguely see a line of words on it.
[Xuanyuan Ningjia covets the position of Crown Princess and secretly longs for His Highness the Crown Prince. Please pay more attention to Princess Yangyue. She is not well-known]
Xuanyuan Yangyue's eyes suddenly widened, her face became extremely ugly, and she said in a deep voice: "Xuanyuan Ningjia is just Xuanyuan Gu's daughter. What qualifications does she have to compete with this princess for the position of Crown Princess? She is simply seeking death!"
She would lose her mind when it came to anything related to Xuanyuan Yu, so she ignored the question of "who is famous or not".
*.*.*.*.*
Ling Luo left the Holy Golden Hall and sneaked back to the Holy Fire Hall while the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Although she couldn't see it with her own eyes, she was already very sure of how Xuanyangyang Yue would react!
Xuanyuan Ningjia, Xuanyuan Ningjia, you brought this upon yourself. It’s a thousand years too early to harm her!
Back at the Holy Fire Hall's residence, Ling Luo had a satisfied smile on her lips and slept well.
Early the next morning, Ling Luo went to the main hall of the Holy Fire Church in a sleepy state to listen to the morning class.
Yan Xiang looks a little different today.
Wearing a smart suit and holding a long sword, he slowly walked into the teaching hall of the Holy Fire Hall.
"Starting from today, my teacher will teach you one of the secret arts of the Holy Fire Hall, the Nine Heavens Lihuo Sword!"
As soon as these words came out, all the disciples immediately became energetic.
Yan Xiang's eyes were as usual as he glanced over the faces of the young disciples one by one. Then, he took out six volumes of exercises from his sleeves and gave them to the only six remaining disciples of the Holy Fire Hall.
, said: "Here is the sword art of Jiutian Lihuo Sword. You should understand it yourself first."
Ling Luo also had a roll in his hand.
She slowly opened the silk fabric and couldn't help but be attracted by the profound and exquisite mental sword skills on it.
Although this was Ling Luo's first real exposure to the secret method of sword cultivation, he could still feel the power of the Jiutian Lihuo Sword.
No matter what you practice, what you pay attention to is the word "enlightenment".
Among the six disciples, some had gleaming eyes, some had furrowed brows, and some could not help but sigh.
The gap in qualifications determines how much they can understand.
Yan Xiang sat cross-legged on the futon in front of him, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
However, half an hour later.
Yan Xiang's eyes suddenly opened, an extremely sharp light burst out, and he said loudly: "Has anyone understood it?"
No one spoke.
Ling Luo pursed her lips, and then slowly raised her little hand.
Feeling that the four senior brothers and one senior sister around her were looking at her with extremely surprised eyes, she quickly put her hand down again.