A trace of excitement flashed across the face of the red-bearded old man.
He suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed Ling Luo's wrist, and closed his eyes.
"Senior, you..."
"Second-level fire element martial artist, he is also born with extremely fire attributes, not bad." The red-bearded old man smiled and stroked his beard.
Ling Luo felt wary and retracted her hand.
The moment they made contact, she had already felt the vast power of fire coming from this old senior.
Standing in front of him, she felt like an ant facing a high mountain and could only look up.
"Well, it's an excellent material."
The red-bearded old man stared at Ling Luo with great satisfaction, nodded constantly, and said, "You are actually an alchemist! I have been in Jiulan Academy for more than a hundred years, and I finally met a decent student."
Ling Luo could feel that the other party should be a fire cultivator at the martial spirit level.
Just now, he used a trace of fire energy to probe into his own meridians. If he had any malicious intentions, he could destroy himself.
Ling Luo smiled lightly and said, "I wonder what you call me, senior?"
The red-bearded old man smiled kindly and said: "When I was young, they called me Yanbao. Later, they thought I was an eyesore, so they asked me to take care of things in this tower."
Ling Luo bowed respectfully and said, "Liao'er, please see Master Yanbao."
This red-bearded old man has been lonely in the tower for nearly a hundred years. Now that a lovely and sensible girl has arrived, he is naturally very happy.
"We are destined to meet each other. Since you call me master, how can I not be a teacher?"
Ling Luo's heart was filled with joy.
Does this martial old man mean to accept him as his disciple?
"Luo'er pays homage to the master." She bowed three times and kowtowed, performing a master-recognition ceremony.
It is rumored that there is only one martial spirit in Xijiu Kingdom, the old monster Chen Jiu. Now it seems that this is not necessarily the case.
Just like the Pyroblast Master in front of me, his strength is definitely not inferior to that of Chen Jiu.
It's really puzzling that he has such a high level of strength, but he doesn't teach in the college, and he's not a dean-level figure.
"Get up, my dear disciple." The smile on the red-bearded old man's face became even wider, "I never thought I was so lucky to have a beloved disciple in my dying years."
Ling Luo's smiling eyes suddenly became focused when they came into contact with the chains on Pyro's hands and feet.
She recognized that the material of the chain was made of dark iron that had been buried under thousands of years of glaciers. Because it was extremely cold, it could lock the vitality of fire cultivators, imprison their skills, and damage their bodies.
"Master, you..." Ling Luo looked surprised. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to grab the chain.
Yan Bao's face flashed, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Don't touch it, it will hurt you."
Ling Luo's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
"No, I'm not afraid of the cold." Ling Luo calmed down, a trace of determination flashed in her beautiful eyes, "Lou'er has a body of extreme fire."
As she spoke, she ignored Yanbang's objections and quickly formed seals on her chest with her hands, then condensed a ball of dazzling black extreme fire and began to burn the chain.
The black iron beneath the thousand-year glacier is truly extraordinary.
Ling Luo calcined for a long time, but the chain still didn't move at all.
Yan Bao's face flashed with a touch of emotion and helplessness, and he sighed softly: "It's useless. I have been burning it with the blazing flames of my sixth-level martial spirit for more than a hundred years, but it still doesn't work..."
At this moment, there was a crisp "pop" sound, and a crack suddenly appeared on the chain.