Xuanyuan Yu listened and said, "Aren't you going to start a wheel battle soon? How can you do it without a handy weapon?"
Ling Luo's heart skipped a beat, remembering Ling Zhan's words just now that he could carry weapons.
"I really don't have any weapons. Do you have any? Can you lend them to me?" Ling Luo asked in a low voice, biting their ears with Xuanyuan Yu.
Xuanyuan Yu smiled like a big fox and said, "Of course, you know, my surname is Xuanyuan."
With that said, he summoned a three-foot long sword from the storage ring, handed it to Ling Luo's hand, and said with a smile: "That's it, take it and use it."
Ling Luo looked at the dilapidated long sword that was completely black and covered with rust in his hand. The corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching, and he said in surprise: "You want me to use this... to fight those crazy dogs?"
"Yes." Xuanyuan Yu said matter-of-factly, his voice clear and clear, "This is a famous sword, one of my treasures."
The veins on Ling Luo's forehead popped up, and he stared at the old sword in his hand with an extremely contemptuous look. The handle was dirty, the sword body was covered with black rust, and there were mottled cracks. The blade was very blunt, and it looked like
It looks like it can't even chop down a dead branch.
"Famous sword? Treasured?" Ling Luo's voice was extremely strange.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped her dirty right hand and the dirty sword hilt.
Xuanyuan Yu nodded, his peach blossom eyes filled with smiles, and said: "Luo'er, all famous swords have spirits, not to mention this is a famous fire sword. If you dislike it, it will be sad.
of."
"A famous fire sword?" Ling Luo's eyes lit up, and she secretly injected a burst of extremely fire essence into the broken sword. Soon, she received a fierce response.
The sword trembled and let out a pleasant whistle. From the depths of this broken sword, Ling Luo felt the power of fire as magnificent as a mountain.
What Xuanyuan was able to do was indeed extraordinary.
Ling Luo looked at Xuanyuan Yu with a happy face and said, "Thank you, scum."
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes were full of doting, and he said softly: "If you really want to thank me, when you win, bring me your brocade."
"Brand ribbon?" Ling Luo was stunned for a moment before she remembered the brocade ribbon at the coming-of-age ceremony that represented a girl's admiration. It was a sky-blue brocade ribbon that had no meaning to her.
Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, with a bit of cunning, and said: "Is it okay?"
"Okay, I'll give it to you." Ling Luo smiled lightly.
Years later, whenever she thought of how careless she was today, she couldn't help but sigh with regret, being entangled by such a sinister monster, and her intestines turned green with regret.
Ling Luo clenched the rusty broken sword in his hand, stood on the battle platform that had just been raised, and shouted loudly: "Who will fight me first?"
Those children of the same generation who were originally wary of Huoyuan cultivators couldn't help laughing when they saw the horrible broken sword in Ling Luo's hand.
Among them, the one who laughs most arrogantly is Ling Yue.
However, the first person to stand up impatiently was not Ling Yue, but Ling Zihong, a descendant of the Second Elder's lineage and a fourth-level warrior.
Although Ling Zihong is only sixteen years old, he has developed a lot of muscles and is quite tall. His arms are as thick as Ling Luo's thighs.
His weapon was a pair of glazed hammers, which weighed two hundred kilograms and looked very powerful in his hands. He walked onto the fighting stage and stared at Ling Luo with extremely fiery eyes.