She suddenly remembered that Yu once told herself that if she had the chance, she must take a look at the human form of the Wantian Weapon Spirit, and she would find some very interesting things.
"Wangtian, I want to see what you look like, is that okay?"
Now that he could communicate directly with the Wantian Artifact Spirit, Ling Luo didn't want to miss this opportunity.
"Can't."
Ling Luo was coldly rejected.
The next moment, the Demonic Emperor Diagram actually closed on its own initiative, forming a scroll, and the induction communication between Ling Luo and the Demonic Emperor Artifact Spirit was also directly disconnected.
Ling Luo curled her lips coquettishly.
There is definitely a ghost.
"Luo'er, don't be angry."
Xuanyuan Yu put away the picture of the Demonic Emperor, stretched out a hand, took his wife's hand, and said, "The Demonic Spirit of the Heaven is not used to discipline. It keeps pulling too hard. It needs a lesson."
Hearing her husband's comfort, Ling Luo's unsatisfactory mood subsided a little, and she said: "Yu, have you seen the true form of the Heavenly Weapon Spirit?"
Xuanyuan Yu shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it before."
"Oh." Ling Luo looked a little depressed.
"Wantian Artifact Spirit is still very weak now and needs to swallow a lot of pure Yang Holy Light magic weapons and Taoist weapons before she can recover." Xuanyuan Yu explained, "When she recovers, I will be the first to let her come out to show you.
OK?"
A lady needs to be coaxed.
A certain wife slave knows this very well.
Ling Luo sighed softly: "Okay then."
That's all I can do, suppress my curiosity.
The first round of competition has ended.
The second round of competition gradually began.
"Arena No. 9, Mr. Chen, Ling Luo."
Hearing the voice of singing promise, Ling Luo trembled and stood up suddenly.
"They say the road between enemies is narrow, and it is indeed narrow enough."
The corners of Ling Luo's lips curved into a cold arc, and her eyes were burning with fire, "Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, it's time to settle the grudge between me and you."
Ling Luo left the auditorium and boarded Arena No. 9.
That handsome boy and girl, the extremely greedy Mr. Chen, could not wait to take the stage before her.
Today, Mr. Chen was wearing a pink robe. Taking advantage of his male-female appearance, Ling Luo was almost blinded.
"Are you Mr. Rabbit? You're actually wearing pink?"
As soon as they came up, Ling Luo unceremoniously provided the enemy with clothes.
There was no masculinity at all, and he looked like a girl. Upon closer inspection, Ling Luo also discovered that Mr. Chen actually had powder on his face, which was obviously carefully groomed.
nausea--
This is the most intuitive feeling in Ling Luo's heart.
"Who said men can't wear pink anymore?!"
As soon as Mr. Chen heard the three words "Master Rabbit", his head exploded, and the expression on his face immediately became embarrassed.
"Of course not." Ling Luo shrugged.
In her memory, it seemed that only the little girl Xun'er liked to wear a pink skirt and tie her head with a pink ribbon in the shape of a bow.
"You -" Master Chen was extremely angry, "What I wear is my freedom, you have no control over it!"
Ling Luo's eyes were burning and he said: "What you wear is your freedom, so what I say is also my freedom, and you have no control over it?"
Mr. Chen's integrity was too strong to refute, his chest was heaving with anger.
"Ling Luo, you have ruined my good deeds over and over again, hurt my junior sister Yiran, and taken away the Cold Soul Flying Sword made by my master, why don't you return it quickly!"