After being tempered by the third extreme fire inheritance, and coupled with the Abi Flame Prison taught by Pyroblast, her current strength remains at the peak stage of a third-level martial artist.
Cross-level combat is very difficult for ordinary people. Even Ling Luo, who has an extraordinary physique, doesn't have much confidence.
She roughly estimated that there were still three days left before the competition, so within these three days, she had to upgrade her level to a fourth-level martial artist as soon as possible, and at least reach the average level of a third-level martial artist to have a chance to be selected.
"Yu, I want to go to Zhushen Mountain to take a look." Ling Luo's eyes drifted toward the door.
There, after all, is where everything begins.
Maybe it was because of the bitterness in her heart that she wanted to remember her.
"Okay, I'll take you there." Xuanyuan Yu looked at her steadily, with a hint of worry in his eyes, "But you have to promise me not to do anything emotional there."
Ling Luo took a deep breath, then nodded and said, "I will control myself."
It was already an uninhabited mountain, a desolate temple, and the buildings had long been empty. Even if she was full of resentment, what could she do to destroy the temple? Or chip away at the mountain?
Yu is unfounded.
"I want to go too!" The black cat on the table jumped up and jumped onto Ling Luo's shoulder with a whoosh.
Prison's red eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of danger, and he said: "I want to see the breath left by the evil barrier of Chaos."
I have been thinking about my old enemy for thousands of years. I finally got a clue. How could he let it go?
Finally, under Xuanyuan Yu's order, Hei Yu spread out his three-foot-wide black wings, carried two people and a dragon, flew across the sky, and headed towards the depths of the Moyun Mountains at great speed.
Hei Yu and Shi Long have a quarrel. Ever since Shi Long got on Hei Yu's back, there has been no peace for a moment.
"Hey, little bird, how do you feel about carrying me? Isn't it very ecstasy?" The black cat left Ling Luo's shoulder, walked to the side of Hei Yu's head, and sat down leisurely.
"Shut up!"
Kuroyu can already speak human speech and listen to voices, but they still have the immature baby voice of a ten-year-old girl.
"Hey, why did you just say two words? Say a few more words. I like to listen to the baby voice in the little girl's movie the most." Prison stretched out a meow paw and pointed at the handful of hair on Heiyu's head.
The golden crown hair was scratching gently, "This emperor's heart was filled with excitement."
"Disgusting! Get your stinky paws away!" An angry baby voice came from Black Feather's mouth.
The golden hair on her head can only be touched by her owner.
"Disgusting? No, no, no, that's your illusion." The dragon moved forward very shamelessly, burying his whole face into the golden hair, and rubbed hard, "Don't deceive yourself.
, little girl, you are very comfortable. Well, you are so soft."
"Ah! Bastard!" Kuroyu couldn't bear it. She felt like there was a piece of shit stuck to her head.
She shook her head hard, trying to throw the damn black cat off. It fell from mid-air and was shattered to pieces.
"Oh, you shake it, you shake it hard, hehehehe." Jianlong simply covered his entire body with the bunch of golden hair on Heiyu's head, holding on tightly and not letting go.
"Heiyu, don't move." Xuanyuan Yu's soft scolding came from behind, "Luo'er, are you okay?"