The rain falling on the exploded thunder was like a flying flame, with streaks of red flame emerging.
"呲呲呲."
White mist shrouded the arena, and the temperature in the arena suddenly rose.
Suning walked straight forward, and his hanging left hand quietly waved out.
"Ding."
The crisp collision sound was like the tip of a sword hitting an iron block, and the reverberation echoed.
The thick rain screen barrier was sunken in vain, with dense mesh lines.
"Not broken yet?"
Suning stopped and spread his fingers.
The movements were neither urgent nor slow, and seemed to be a very gentle touch.
"Click."
The rain screen barrier disappeared, and the graceful figure of Yu Huafang flew out.
"sharp."
The corner of her mouth raised, and she praised without hesitation: "When we meet in the same realm, a direct disciple with a shallow foundation like me will really not be able to survive a hundred moves in your hands."
"He possesses the sixth-ranked dragon and phoenix dharma, and his immortal body is at least eighth level."
"Tsk, you are indeed half a disciple of that man. I can't beat you."
The woman landed smoothly and asked Suning with curiosity: "Did you just use the low-grade immortal skills taught to you by Emperor Luo Chen?"
"This sword energy..."
"Oh, it's very strong, but it doesn't belong to the category of magic."
"If I read it correctly, there is still spiritual power in it."
"The mixture of spiritual power and fairy power cannot maximize the power of this move."
Suning explained honestly: "The technique of gathering thunder and condensing electricity is a low-grade immortal technique, while the sword technique of destroying demons is an ordinary technique that I learned in the small world of China."
"After master's improvement, it can barely be regarded as a semi-immortal technique."
"Of course, this is the demon sword technique that I have not yet fully comprehended. If my third uncle were to use it, with one move of the sentient being, you would most likely be killed."
Yu Huafang agreed: "I believe this. Since Su Xinglan can be accepted as a direct disciple by Gu Changxiao, the ancestor of Wudian, there is no doubt about his talent."
Suning said depressedly: "How come you all know about my third uncle joining the Martial Arts Palace, but my nephew is the only one who is kept in the dark?"
"This is too unfair, um, not kind."
Yu Huafang said half-jokingly: "I'm afraid that you won't be able to bear this blow, so I deliberately concealed something from you."
"Or maybe you are so focused on cultivation that you don't hear what's going on outside the window, so naturally you don't know what's going on in the outside world."
As soon as the words changed, she stopped smiling and reminded Suning again: "Don't forget what you promised me. You have to keep your word."
"Master treats his disciples very well, but there are some things that are against her that cannot be touched."
"You have to be aware of it and don't let me face the wall and be punished."
Suning nodded solemnly and said: "Keep it in mind."
Yu Huafang said goodbye happily: "Then I'll wait for you in Shuiyun Fairyland."
After saying that, the woman in the skirt flew down to the ring and left without looking back.
"You seem to be very lucky. You took advantage of two loopholes in succession."
Just as Suning was looking at Yu Huafang's back in confusion, a harsh voice came from under the ring.
The person who spoke was Yin Qi, a direct disciple of the Jingkong Immortal Realm. He crossed his arms over his chest and said in a strange tone: "You can ascend from the small world of China to the Immortal Realm because of Jiang Changnian's protection."
"Outside the Demon Burial Mountains, it is still Jiang Lin'an who is protecting you, indirectly drawing out a ray of soul."
"Ants are ants after all, and they always rely on others."
