Ling Luo got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked in the direction of the huge bronze alchemy furnace.

Directly in front of the alchemy furnace, on top of a purple-gold futon, there was an old man with fairy wind bones sitting cross-legged, and in the palm of the old man's hand, there were eight colors of different fires.

Ling Luo's heart tightened.

Aren't these eight kinds of alien fires the unique alien fires of the Xiling family that she learned from Xiling Yunqing?

The old man in front of him has a very high cultivation, his breath is restrained, and his edge is deep, so that people can't feel his depth.

If nothing else, this person in front of him should be an elder-level big man of the Xiling family!

"Senior, may I ask where this is?"

Xiling Junzheng ignored Ling Luo, but concentrated on continuously pumping the eight kinds of alien fire energy into the huge bronze alchemy furnace.

Ling Luo pursed his lips, knowing that this old man was refining medicine, so he didn't make a sound, and stepped aside very obediently, inconvenient to disturb.

About half an hour later, Xiling Junzheng sighed softly and slowly opened his eyes.

Eight kinds of strange fire disappeared from his hand, and from the mouth of the bronze furnace, a black bead the size of a cat's eye rolled out.

"Hey, refining can't be broken." Xiling Junzheng shook his head, with a sad face, "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

The Black Thorn Essence that he had been looking forward to for four years couldn't be used for himself, but he was taken advantage of by a little girl from an unknown source.

Xiling Jun was melancholy for a long time, and then he noticed the existence of Ling Luo around the corner, and his old face suddenly became ashamed.

He has really cultivated for a hundred years in vain, and he actually paid attention to the junior's things in front of the junior.

"Miss Ling, return the things to their original owners."

Xuanyuan Jun got up and handed the Black Thorn Essence Yuan Bead to Ling Luo.

"What is this?" Ling Luo took the bead in some surprise, and as soon as he put it in the palm of his hand, the nightmare from last night suddenly flashed in his mind.

The battle of gods and demons, the blood-stained Shura purgatory, the powerful dark destruction god, and the black thorn vines all over the mountains.

"This is the Black Thorn Spirit Root that you cultivated, that is, the essence of Black Thorn. If you put it to good use, you will benefit immensely. ”

Looking at the kind old man in front of him, the corners of Ling Luo's lips hooked up a light smile, and said, "I don't know if the predecessor is ......."

"The old man Xiling Junzheng is the hall master of the Shengdan Hall."

Ling Luo's body shook.

Mom, she actually met such a big person, the hall master of Shengdan Hall, the last head of the Xiling family, and the biological father of the current queen Xiling Yunqing.

"Hehe, don't panic." Xiling Junzheng's attitude was very modest, and he said, "Since you can give birth to the ancient relics of the Black Thorn, then after the entrance exam is over, come to my Shengdan Hall." ”

Ling Luo's eyes suddenly widened.

This...... It is a great honor for the head of the hall to personally invite him.

Just when Ling Luo was about to agree, a slightly anxious voice rang out

It came from the doorway.

"Master, Ling Luo can't enter my Saint Dan Hall!"

The person who came was Xiling Yunji, who was in charge of the second test with the fourth elder Xuanyuan Yue, the younger brother of the Queen of Xiling, and also the father of Xiling Peak.

"Why not?" Xiling Junzheng's two eyebrows couldn't help frowning, "It's a pity that such a gifted freshman is not included in the Shengdan Hall." ”