Half an hour later, Ling Luo felt that his energy had been restored to some extent.
The stone platform is made of ferrite stone and glows with red light.
When Ling Luo opened her eyes, she found Yan Biao standing beside her.
"Master."
"How's it going? It's a nice place, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Ling Luo nodded.
Yan Bao smiled slightly and said: "I learned my famous skill, Abi Flame Prison, on this square stone platform."
Ling Luo looked at Yan Biao with even more awe.
Legend has it that only by becoming a high-level martial spirit can one be able to develop his or her own martial arts.
No matter how powerful you learn martial arts skills from elsewhere, they are never the most suitable for you. Only the skills you create yourself can truly fit you 100%.
"When I created the Abiyan Hell, on a whim, I carved it on this stone platform and made a great wish. In the future, if anyone can withstand the heat of this magma pool, they can talk and laugh freely on the stone platform.
, then all this set of martial arts skills will be passed on to him."
Ling Luo was extremely excited. He looked at Yan Bao and said, "Master, do you want to pass it on to me?"
The red-bearded old man nodded and smiled: "Yes, you are the one I like."
Ling Luo's heart was beating loudly and her blood was boiling.
She just happened to go to the library tower and said a few words to an old man on the fifth floor, and she unexpectedly had such an adventure.
This kind of luck is a bit unlucky.
"Thank you Master, Luo'er will definitely live up to the high expectations."
Ling Luo was filled with joy. The martial arts created by high-level martial spirits were not of the same level as those spread outside.
No matter what, you must succeed in cultivation.
"You can study on your own. Just leave before dark." Yan Bao warned, tiptoed, left the stone platform on the magma pool, and walked towards a thatched house in Yanguang Valley.
A trace of determination flashed across Ling Luo's eyes.
She lowered her head and began to study the carvings on the stone platform carefully.
A Biyan Prison's mental methods and moves are inevitably difficult and obscure for an ordinary second-level martial artist.
But how could Ling Luo be an ordinary second-level martial artist?!
After being tempered by the inheritance of extreme fire, she can see through even difficult things at a glance and understand them quickly.
She is like a hungry desert traveler, greedily absorbing the law of fire in martial arts.
Every minute and every second is extremely wonderful.
There is a lot of content in Abiyan Prison. After Ling Luo studied it from beginning to end, the sun had already set.
She stood up from the stone platform and stretched happily.
The courses at Jiulan Academy are very boring.
However, she is now very happy that she is here.
Ling Luo had a hunch that meeting Yan Bao would be an important turning point in her life.
As the sky grew dark, Ling Luo walked all the way out of Yanguang Valley and returned from the Moyun Mountains to the Xuanzi Room in Qingzhuyuan.
As soon as he entered the room and lit the glass lamp, Ling Luo noticed something extra on the table.
The bottle is made of mutton-fat white jade, and the surface is engraved with auspicious animals using gold powder, which is an extremely luxurious handiwork.
The extremely eye-catching bone injury medicine bottle. Luo Ge!
Ling Luo frowned slightly, grabbed the bottle, and threw it outside the house without thinking.
Outside the top of the wall, a man squatting in the corner watched expressionlessly as the valuable medicine bottle flew out.
"Oh my God, Master, she was thrown out again!" Li Kezhong rushed over with a look of regret, threw himself into the grass, and caught the medicine bottle with his hands raised high.