Xia Lin took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and patted Su Yi's shoulder hard, almost knocking the thin Su Yi to the ground.
"I said, Xiaojiu, why are you so unambitious? This Baibao Tang meeting hasn't even started yet, and you've already begun to destroy your own ambition and exaggerate the prestige of others?"
Su Yi was stunned for a moment when he was photographed, with a timid expression on his face, and said: "But, our Holy Fire Hall has a total of six disciples, and the other five halls have at least 500 disciples, not to mention the Shengjin Hall, which has three disciples.
With five thousand disciples, first of all in terms of numbers, we have already lost."
Fu Dong also frowned. The senior brother has always been the most rational one and considers things more comprehensively.
"What Xiaojiu said is not unreasonable. After all, the Treasure Hall has more and better treasures than any other hall. If we can't produce a few shocking treasures, we won't have the slightest chance of winning."
"Yes!" Even Yan Yueyue, who had always been very optimistic, languished this time and said, "Our Holy Fire Hall used to have a sword tomb. You can take a few swords from it to control the situation, even for the last time.
It won’t be too embarrassing to lose because of the name, but this time... ugh!"
The ten long swords in the sword tomb had been broken by her father Yan Xiang two months ago.
The Holy Fire Church has also lost the last thing that saved its face. How can people not be worried about this?
"Otherwise... our Holy Fire Hall should not participate in this year's Baibao Hall Meeting." Su Yi had already started to shrink back.
The conference hall of the Holy Fire Church fell into an unprecedented silence for a while, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly depressing.
"Why don't you participate?"
At this moment, an extremely clear voice sounded in the hall.
Ling Luo, who had been sitting, raised his head, stood up slowly, walked in front of the five brothers and sisters, and said with a smile: "Our Holy Fire Hall not only wants to participate, but also wants to win the championship!"
Yan Yueyue looked troubled and said, "Little junior sister, are you crazy?"
Fu Dong also frowned and said: "The possibility of winning the championship is definitely below zero."
"The battle hasn't even started yet, but we've already lost in terms of momentum. Is this really good?" Ling Luo narrowed her eyes, her expression slightly cold, "Everyone among us is unique, and everyone is unique.
We all have the right to show ourselves, why not participate, why should we shrink back?!"
In one sentence, the other five people lowered their heads in shame, and the most ashamed one was Su Yi.
"But little junior sister, I'm really useless. I'm not good at cultivation, and I'm not good at refining weapons. There's really nothing I can do..." At the end of the sentence, Su Yi's voice had become like a mosquito.
"Who said you didn't?"
Ling Luo's expression was unruly, and his clear voice was not high-pitched, but it was surprisingly full of penetrating power.
"Senior Brother Ninth, the food you cook is one of a kind. Luo'er has eaten from the palace of Xijiu Kingdom to the palace of Jialan Empire. None of the chefs used by the royal family are half as skilled as you!"
Su Yi suddenly raised his head, his eyes half like black pearls, shining with crystal luster.
"However, as the saying goes, a gentleman is far away from the kitchen. It would be embarrassing for me to show off my cooking skills as a man."
No confidence, no confidence at all.
Su Yi has always had a very strong sense of inferiority in his heart. He even thought that he was the most useless person in the entire Holy Fire Hall. Even the hands of the hall, who could not participate in the battle, could only stand in the stands.