Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

"嗖——" there was a soft sound, and the blade was firmly inserted|inserted on the window lattice of Xuanyuan Yangyue's bedroom.

"Who?"

There was an exclamation in the bedroom.

Ling Luo's eyes froze, and he quickly jumped over the wall, dodging away, and his slender figure disappeared into the dark night.

Xuanyuan Yangyue frowned, her eyes fixed on the direction where Ling Luo's body disappeared, her thin lips were tightly pursed, but she didn't go forward to chase after her.

She turned her head and her eyes fell on the green leaf above the window lattice.

A tender leaf the size of a palm can be submerged into the window lattice by three points. The other party's cultivation must not be underestimated, seventy to eighty percent higher than his own.

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Yangyue gave up even more the idea of ​​going forward to chase after it, but gently pulled out the leaf, and in the cold moonlight, vaguely saw a line of words on it.

[Xuanyuan Ningjia covets the position of the crown prince and concubine, secretly longing for His Royal Highness, please pay more attention to Princess Yangyue.Not well-known]

Xuanyuan Yangyue's eyes suddenly widened, her face became extremely ugly, she said in a deep voice: "Xuanyuan Ningjia is just Xuanyuan Gu's daughter, what qualifications does she have to compete with the princess for the position of Crown Princess, she is looking for death!"

She would lose her mind for anything related to Xuanyuan Yu, so she ignored the question of who the "famous but not famous" is.

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Ling Luo left the Holy Golden Hall all the way, and sneaked back to the Holy Fire Hall while the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Although she couldn't see it with her own eyes, she was already very sure about Xuanyuan Yangyue's reaction!

Xuanyuan Ningjia, Xuanyuan Ningjia, you asked for it yourself. It was 1000 years too early to harm her!

Back at the residence of the Holy Fire Hall, Ling Luo had a satisfied smile on her lips and slept comfortably.

Early the next morning, Ling Luo went to the main hall of the Holy Fire Hall in a drowsy state to listen to the morning class.

Yan Xiang looked a little different today.

Dressed in strong clothes and holding a long sword, he walked slowly into the main lecture hall of the Holy Fire Hall.

"Starting today, I will teach you one of the unique skills of the Holy Fire Hall, the Nine Heavens Lihuo Sword!"

As soon as this remark came out, all the disciples immediately became energetic.

Yan Xiang's expression was his usual eyes, his eyes swept across the faces of the group of young disciples one by one, then he took out six volumes of exercises from his sleeve and distributed them to the only six remaining disciples in the Holy Fire Hall , said: "Here is the sword art of Jiutian Lihuojian, you should first understand it yourself."

Ling Luo also had a scroll in her hand.

She slowly pulled away the silk silk, and couldn't help but be attracted by the profound and ingenious mental skills and swordsmanship on it.

Although this was Ling Luo's first real contact with the secret art of sword cultivation, he could still feel the power of the Jiutian Lihuo sword.

No matter what you practice, what you pay attention to is the word enlightenment.

Among the six disciples, some eyes were shining, some brows were deeply furrowed, and some couldn't stop sighing.

The gap in aptitude determines how much they can understand.

Yan Xiang sat cross-legged on the futon in front of him, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

However, half an hour later.

Yan Xiang's eyes suddenly opened, and an extremely sharp light burst out, and he said loudly: "Has anyone understood it?"

No one speaks.

Ling Luo pursed her lips, then slowly raised her little hand.

Feeling that the four senior brothers and one senior sister around her looked at her with extremely surprised eyes, she hurriedly put her hands down again.