Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Yan Xiang narrowed his eyes, and said, "Luo'er, go over there and try."

Ling Luo knew that Master wanted to test himself.

But these two stone gates, which looked terrifying in the eyes of others, were a piece of cake in Ling Luo's eyes.

When she was practicing the extreme fire inheritance, there were a total of nine inheritance gates, one was thicker than one, and one was stronger than one.

Ling Luo stretched out her hand, placed it on the stone gate, concentrated her vitality in the palm of her hand, and then pushed it hard.

"Squeak..." The door opened.

Much simpler than phenomenal.

Yan Xiang nodded, a trace of satisfaction flashed across his eyes, a faint smile curled up on his lips, and he said, "Very good, starting today, you have the qualification to enter the Sword Tomb."

There are ten disciples in the Holy Fire Hall, including Ling Luo, but only half of them are eligible to enter the Tripod Sword Pavilion, and only three are eligible to enter the Sword Tomb in the Tripod Sword Pavilion.

One is the senior brother Fu Dong, one is the second senior brother Xu Huang, and the other is Ling Luo.

Even Yan Yueyue, Yan Xiang's biological daughter, is not qualified to set foot in the Sword Tomb because her cultivation level is not good enough.

Following Yan Xiang's steps, Ling Luo stepped into the sword mound.

As soon as he took a step on the threshold, Ling Luo felt tens of thousands of long swords attacking in his direction.

The strange thing is that he was clearly standing behind Yan Xiang, but those long swords deliberately avoided Yan Xiang and came straight towards him.

Yan Xiang is the master of the sword mound, and he himself is the first time here, and is regarded as an enemy by the sword in the sword mound.

Ling Luo settled down, his eyes suddenly flashed with an extremely sharp brilliance, the radiance was brilliant, with endless deterrence.

The sword is a dead thing, and the only thing that can control the sword is the spiritual power.

This is a competition of mental strength.

If it was a competition of cultivation, Ling Luo might lose, but if it was a competition of mental strength, she was 120 points confident, and she would definitely not lose to anyone!

Sure enough, in the next instant, those tens of thousands of long swords that came madly came to a stop within an inch of Ling Luo's body, and stopped attacking.

Ling Luo's lips curled into a faint smile, and a cold look flashed across his radiant eyes.

"Crackling"

Tens of thousands of long swords fell to the ground one after another, and the attack of thought power was defeated.

Yan Xiang turned his head in surprise, looking at this slender girl, she had such a small body, but there was such a huge power hidden inside.

Eight years ago, even when he brought his big disciple Fu Dong to Jianzhong for the first time, Fu Dong couldn't reach her level.

Ling Luo took a deep breath.

When tens of thousands of long swords fell to the ground one after another, there were still ten long swords left, still pointing at themselves with their sharp blades.

These ten long swords are different from the ones just now, and they are all peerless treasures above the sixth rank.

Ling Luo frowned. These ten precious swords were very gorgeous in appearance, and the blades all exuded the aura of fire.

In other words, these things are reserved for the main gate of the Holy Fire Hall.

She turned her head with some doubts and looked at Yan Xiang: "Master?"

Is it a test?

Or something else?

A trace of pride flashed across Yan Xiang's face, and he said: "Luo'er, what do you think of the ten long swords I have as a teacher, three of them are eighth-rank, six are of seventh-rank, and one is of sixth-rank high sword?" Steps, these are the proud works of the teacher."

Ling Luo was puzzled, and asked, "Are these master's weapons?"