Medicine door witch

Chapter 123 Wheel Battle (4)

Xuanyuan Yu listened to him and said: "Aren't you going to fight a wheel battle, how can you do it without a weapon at your fingertips?"

Ling Luo's heart skipped a beat, remembering what Ling Zhan said just now, he could carry weapons.

"I don't seem to have any weapons. Do you have any? Lend me some?" Ling Luo asked in a low voice, biting ears with Xuanyuan Yu.

Xuanyuan Yu smiled like a big fox, and said, "Of course I have, as you know, my surname is Xuanyuan."

As he spoke, he called out a three-foot long sword from the storage ring, handed it to Ling Luo, and said with a smile, "That's it, use it."

Ling Luo looked at the old long sword that was black and full of rust in his hand, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitch|twitching, and he said in surprise, "You let me use this...to fight with those mad dogs?"

"Yes." Xuanyuan Yu took it for granted, and his voice was clear, "This is a famous sword, one of my treasures."

The blue veins on Ling Luo's forehead rose, and he stared at the worn-out long sword in his hand with an extremely contemptuous look. The handle was dirty, the blade was covered with black rust, and there were mottled cracks. The blade was very blunt. It looks like cutting off even a dead branch.

"Famous sword? Treasure?" Ling Luo's voice was strange.

She took out a handkerchief and wiped her dirty right hand and the dirty sword hilt.

Xuanyuan Yu nodded, with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of smiles, said: "Luo'er, all famous swords have spirits, not to mention this is a famous fire sword, if you despise it, it will be sad of."

"Famous fire sword?" Ling Luo's eyes lit up, she secretly injected a stream of extreme fire essence into the broken sword, and soon, she got a violent response.

The blade of the sword trembled and let out a pleasant whistling.From the depths of this broken sword, Ling Luo felt the power of Huo Yuan, which was as majestic as a mountain.

What Xuanyuan can get is really extraordinary.

Ling Luo looked happy, looked at Xuanyuan Yu, and said, "Thank you, scum."

Xuanyuan Yu's eyes were filled with doting, and he said softly: "If you really want to thank me, when you win, bring me your brocade."

"Brocade?" Ling Luo was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered the brocade that represented girls' admiration at the coming-of-age ceremony, a sky blue brocade that had no meaning to her.

Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, with a bit of cunning, said: "Is it okay?"

"Okay, I'll just give it to you." Ling Luo smiled calmly.

A few years later, whenever she thinks of how carefree she was today, she can't help but sigh a lot. Being entangled by such a black-bellied monster like this makes her guts regret.

Ling Luo clenched the rusty broken sword in his hand, stood on the stage that had just been pulled up, and shouted loudly: "Who will fight with me first?"

Those children of the same generation who were still jealous of Huoyuan cultivators couldn't help laughing when they saw the horribly broken sword in Ling Luo's hand.

Among them, the one who laughed the most arrogantly was Ling Yue.

However, it was not Ling Yue who could not wait to stand up first, but Ling Zihong, a descendant of the second elder's lineage, a fourth-rank warrior.

Although Ling Zihong was only 16 years old, he had developed tangled muscles and was quite tall, with arms as thick as Ling Luo's thighs.

His weapons were a pair of star-gilt hammers, which weighed two hundred catties, and held in his hands, they were very mighty.He stepped onto the battle stage and stared at Ling Luo with extremely fiery eyes.

(End of this chapter)