The more she said this, the more uncomfortable Ling Luo felt. She lowered her head and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry for dragging everyone down."
"Little junior sister, what are you talking about!" Xia Lin stretched out his hand and placed it heavily on Ling Luo's shoulder. He raised a heartless and bright smile on his face and said, "You are we are the Holy Fire.
The church’s lucky star, maybe our Holy Fire Hall can take this opportunity to defeat the Holy Water Hall in one fell swoop, become famous in one battle, and no longer have to be the tail end of the crane for thousands of years!”
Xia Lin's words undoubtedly aroused the morale of all the disciples of the Holy Fire Hall.
Fu Dong also stretched out a hand, patted Ling Luo's shoulder gently, and said warmly: "Little junior sister, everyone can see clearly that it's not your fault, it's Xiao Ling from Shengshui Hall who made it clear.
That's right. Everyone is on your side. There is still one month left. Let's practice hard. The battle is a best-of-five game. We have no chance of winning."
"Yeah, it's not the style of the Holy Fire Hall to give up before you even start." Xia Lin grinned, showing two rows of white teeth.
"Everyone……"
Ling Luo raised her head, a deep warmth hit her heart, and her beautiful eyes were sparkling.
She never thought that in such a difficult situation, there would be so many people standing on her side.
Yan Yueyue smiled and said: "My mother said that we don't have many disciples in the Holy Fire Hall, but they are all her children. We are all a family, brothers and sisters. When there are difficulties, we must unite closely.
Just do it together!”
Ling Luo suddenly felt a sore nose, a slight curve escaped from her lips, and she said softly: "Thank you."
"To say thank you would be too disrespectful." Fu Dong smiled elegantly, "Let's go back to the Holy Fire Hall now and intensify our cultivation in the next month."
Xia Lin stretched out a fist, waved it in the air, and said with high spirits: "Blind the eyes of their Holy Water Hall!"
There were six disciples in the Holy Fire Hall, each with a bright smile on their face, just like the sun.
Everyone in the mission hall was stunned.
"Are they...the same lax Holy Fire Church from before?"
"It doesn't look like it. I've been to the Holy Fire Hall before, and the disciples have never shown such smiles on their faces."
"These disciples of the Holy Fire Hall are really overly optimistic. If you underestimate the Holy Water Hall, you will suffer a big loss." The speaker was a disciple of the Holy Water Hall.
"They don't underestimate your Holy Water Church, they just don't underestimate themselves." It's rare that someone actually stood up and said a word for the Holy Fire Church.
"What kind of mentality do I have...I actually have a little expectation for such a weak Holy Fire Hall, tsk tsk tsk."
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The Holy Water Church provoked the Holy Fire Church and sent word of war against the Holy Fire Church, which quickly spread throughout the Holy Academy.
Shengjin Church is no exception.
In a house where the second-generation disciples of Shengjin Hall live, there is a forest of trees. Under the thickest and tallest tree, there is a stone table with the lines of the chess game drawn.
Sitting beside the stone table was a man wearing azure robes. The man had a pair of very peculiar ears, like smoke.
Fan Xi held Bai Zi in his hand, frowned and pondered for a long time, and then placed it in the center of Heizi's big dragon. There was a "pop" sound, and it fell.
"Xiao Ling, why do you want to invite the Holy Fire Hall to fight?"