Seeing this scene, Fu Dong's face suddenly darkened. He took a few steps forward and shouted to Xiling Yunji: "We grew the spiritual valley. If you want the spiritual valley, you have to get our consent. Don't
Attack our master and master!"
Xiling Yunji was stunned, then slowly turned his head, and at first glance, he saw Ling Luo standing next to Fu Dong.
Xiling Yunqin saw this and simply said: "Yes, Linggu was cultivated by the children with hard work. If your Shengdan Hall wants it, just negotiate the price with the children."
Yan Xiang and Xiling Yunqin are obviously on a united front. Even if they are division commanders, they have no right to distribute these spiritual valleys.
Fu Dong looked at Ling Luo beside him and said: "Little junior sister, Linggu is mainly cultivated by you, you make the decision."
A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's lips, and an evil and sycophantic light flashed across her dark eyes, and she said, "I'm sorry, Elder Xiling, we won't sell it."
She remembered Xiling Yunji very clearly. During the second test for freshman admission, he deliberately made things difficult for herself.
If her guess was correct, the reason why Xiling Junzheng, the master of Shengdan Hall, changed his mind and stopped accepting her as his disciple was probably because of the strange behavior of the middle-aged man in front of her.
"Not selling?" Xiling Yunji's face suddenly darkened, "Are you going to ignore the thousands of disciples of Shengdan Hall?"
The corners of Ling Luo's lips raised a cold arc, and his voice was full of ridicule: "Whether the disciples of the Holy Pill Hall starve to death or not, what does it have to do with me? The spiritual valley of our Holy Fire Hall will only be sold to the saints.
Golden Hall, Holy Wood Hall, Holy Water Hall, five hundred taels per catty, no negotiation, please come back!"
Xiling Yunji's face became more and more ugly, and he said angrily: "Ling Luo, don't bully others too much!"
"You, the Xiling family, have a great business. How can I, a little girl from the small country of Xijiu, really bully you? Elder Xiling, please stop joking." Ling Luo shrugged, stretched out his hand, pointed at the door, and said,
"Go slowly and don't see me off."
Xiling Yunji was furious, and a blazing flaming knife suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand and slashed towards Ling Luo.
Ling Luo's eyes turned cold, and she forgot about it.
The moment before she summoned the Red Sky Sword, a tall figure stood in front of her.
"Master?"
Yan Xiang didn't know when he had already sat on a high seat more than ten steps away, perched himself in front of Xiling Yunji, and caught the flaming swords gathered in Xiling with his bare hands.
"There are so many people in Xiling, the Holy Fire Hall is not a place for you to be arrogant!" Yan Xiang's whole body emitted strong and surging fire energy.
The absolute coercion of the high-level Martial King crushed Xiling Yunji's momentum in an instant, and the flame knife broke into two pieces with a "snap" from the center.
Xiling Yunji's eyes widened in disbelief.
Yan Xiang is about the same age as himself and has already reached the level of Hall Master. However, he has still not stepped into King Wu's domain. After several years of absence, he has improved to such a terrifying level!
I made a mistake. I should have brought more powerful elders of my generation. No, maybe I should have asked Lord Xiling to come forward!
Yan Xiang has had a long-standing grudge with the Xiling family, and he especially hates the man in front of him, Xiling Yunji, who has tried to ruin his relationship with Yun Qin countless times.