"Huh? Prosperity?" Xuanyuan Yu smiled and shook his head, "In my eyes, the prosperity of Yingyang Imperial City is similar to that of a small town in Jialan Empire."
In her previous life, Ling Luo rarely went out due to poor health, and the city she lived in was similar to the one she lives in now. Xuanyuan Yu's words really surprised her.
"Is the Jialan Empire that prosperous?"
"That's natural. Dongchen, Xijiu, Nandi, and Beiqi are all tributaries of the Jialan Empire, and the combined area of the four countries is less than one-tenth of the Jialan Empire." Speaking of his own country, Xuanyuan
Yu was full of energy and high spirits, "And the country of Xijiu, where Luo'er is located, has been in war for years. It is the smallest, weakest and poorest country among the four countries."
"Uh-huh..." Ling Luo was slightly stunned, "It's so bad."
"So -" Xuanyuan Yu grabbed one of Ling Luo's little hands and held it in his palm, with a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with half smile and half doting, "Let's run away from the marriage together."
Ling Luo's face turned red, and reflexively, he swung his other hand hard enough to throw it on Xuanyuan Yu's face with a "slap", and cursed angrily: "You scum, take advantage of me again!"
"Oops!" Xuanyuan Yu covered half of his face.
Ling Luo felt like she was slapped on an iron plate. The pain made her palms numb and her mouth was about to burst.
She lowered her head and noticed that her palms were red, and looking at someone covering her face——
Ling Luo narrowed her eyes dangerously, grabbed Xuanyuan Yu's wrist with her other hand, and pulled it away forcefully, and then discovered that the slapped half of his cheek did not leave even a trace of red!
"Asshole! Scum! You cheated!" Ling Luo was angry.
Xuanyuan Yu pinched the horse's belly, laughed loudly, raised his whip and spurred the horse away. Ling Luo followed closely.
But this time, the other party didn't let go, and she couldn't catch up no matter how hard she tried.
After returning to the Yuling Pavilion in the Ling Mansion, Xuanyuan Yu led the two horses to return the things to their original owners. Ling Luo returned to his room, began to practice in seclusion, and told Sheng Ge that no one was allowed to disturb him.
Ling Luo meditated in the room, took off the fire-sealing beads, and took a deep breath.
From today on, she can practice normally and completely get rid of the nightmare of being unable to condense her energy.
What was in the other hand was the ink-colored space ring that Xuanyuan Yu handed to her before entering the door.
She is now a first-level Mu Yuan warrior, which is too low. Warriors are divided into nine levels, and every third level is a hurdle. The further you go, the more difficult it is to overcome.
Ling Luo has only started to practice Qi in the real sense when he is sixteen years old. He started too late. If he wants to upgrade as soon as possible, he must find a shortcut.
Therefore, Ling Luo decided to refine a marrow-cleansing liquid that had miraculous effects on cultivation for warriors within the eighth level.
The recipe for the marrow cleansing liquid requires a total of four items, two thirty-year-old Purple Ninth Grass, a fifteen-year-old Cleansing Flower, a pinch of cold snow soil, and a second-level Muyuan Magic Crystal Core. Lucky
Yes, these four medicinal materials are included in the space ring.
Ling Luo was already familiar with the method of refining this lower-level marrow-cleansing liquid, but the problem was that with her current strength, there was no way for the fire element to leave her body and control the fire to refine the medicine.
For this level of fire, I have to ask the dragon.
As if there was a telepathic connection, the dragon-shaped creature in the fire-sealing bead moved, and a mean voice came from Ling Luo's mind: "Little beauty, do you need my help?"