Seeing Yan Xiang crying with joy, Ling Luo felt relieved a little.
Yan Xiang suddenly had a long sword in his hand. He was meditating on it while dancing with the sword. His figure was elegant, and behind him appeared nine fire phoenixes that were exactly the same as those on the painting wall.
Ling Luo couldn't help but be shocked.
The same swordsmanship, the same understanding. But the power Yan Xiang used was countless times stronger than his own. This was the difference in strength.
In the following days, Yan Xiang called all the disciples from the Holy Fire Hall to the painted wall and asked everyone to meditate together.
All six disciples have benefited a lot, their cultivation has grown extremely rapidly, and their understanding of the Jiutian Lihuo Sword has also reached a new level.
Twenty days later, the day was agreed upon for the battle.
On the eve of departure, Ling Luo took out two simple celadon bottles from the black jade space ring and handed them to Fu Dong and Xia Lin respectively.
"Little junior sister, what is this?" Fu Dong was very curious.
Ling Luo raised her lips slightly and said: "This is our secret weapon, specially used to deal with the sharks. It's called Silence. It can make them shut up. It doesn't need to be too much, just inhale a little and it will be fine."
Fu Dong and Xia Lin had some doubts, but still accepted it.
The hall battle is held at the Dawu Arena.
When Ling Luo and the others arrived, the battle arena was already filled with shouts.
There are many female disciples in the Holy Water Hall, and there are countless beauties, so many of the people who came to watch the competition this time were male disciples from the other four halls.
The people calling were all men, and the calls were all directed towards the Holy Water Hall. No one cared about the Holy Fire Hall at all.
"Hey, why are you here at the Holy Fire Hall just now? It's been almost a quarter of an hour. Do you want to give up?"
The supporters of the Holy Water Church have already begun to clamor.
"If you want to give up the game, just tell me early. Don't waste our time. Hurry up and hand over fifty high-level Origin Stones!"
"Yes, you still want to fight with our senior brother Xiao Ling. You are simply overestimating your capabilities." There were also female disciples who had a crush on Xiao Ling and made sarcastic remarks.
"Look, the master of the Holy Fire Church is here too."
"Hall Master Yan can't think of it. He dares to come to such an embarrassing scene. Aren't he afraid that his disciple will lose face?"
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Yan Xiang took the disciples from the Holy Fire Hall and took their seats. Yan Xiang and Xiling Yunqing were in front, and the six disciples were behind.
After hearing so many sarcastic words, except for the other five disciples, whose expressions were more or less unpleasant, only Ling Luo looked calm and unaffected in any way.
Xia Lin was an impatient person and became the most angry. His eyes were red. He stretched out a fist and squeezed it loudly. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's hard to understand if I don't beat these guys who look down on others with claws all over the ground."
Hatred in my heart!"
"That's right!" Su Yi also echoed, with a look of pain and regret on his face, "It's a pity that I haven't practiced enough and can't play, otherwise I really want to beat them up!"
At that time, Yan Xiang said that whoever can practice the seventh form of the Jiutian Lihuo Sword first will be able to fight. Xu Huang and Yan Yueyue were one step ahead. Su Yi was still out and could only provide support from the rear.
Ling Luo didn't even raise his eyelids and said: "Those who like to talk and show off are probably not good at cultivation. You two senior brothers don't need to worry about it."
"That's what junior sister said." Xia Lin nodded heavily.