The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and the clear sky above the Sky Arena suddenly turned into an endless red cloud of fire.

Clouds of fire rolled, thunder roared.

The temperature in the air is already unbelievably high.

The teachers and students watching around the arena looked as if they had been cooked, their faces were red and they were sweating profusely.

The stands were plunged into extreme riots.

But none of them were willing to leave, because they all saw very clearly that all these visions were caused by the girl in the center of the arena who was surrounded by the demon flowers and fell into an embarrassment.

Big comeback!

"Rhinitis Prison!"

Ling Luo raised his palm, and in mid-air, slowly clenched into a fist.

In an instant, the tumbling waves of fire clouds turned into endless rain of fire, slanting down directly from the clouds in the sky.

The scale of Ling Luo's scorching rain, compared to the poisonous rain of flowers, I don't know how many times the scale of the Dao!

The demon flowers were drenched by the rain of flames, burning a raging flame, twisting, struggling, and letting out a terrible wail.

Ling Luo stood in the center of the arena, the hot wind hunting, lifting her plain dress, she stood there, the corners of her lips were smiling, bewitching that people didn't dare to look directly.

More than a thousand demon flowers were gradually burned, and the owner of the demon flowers, Hua Wuting, regretted with a face, and condensed a wooden enchantment in a panic, wanting to resist the scorching rain in the sky.

"Hahaha, Dumpless Boy, no matter how many Dao Enchantments you give birth, it's useless!"

She was arrogant and gave him back all the words he had just said not long ago!

The inextinguishable extreme fire, when it encounters the wood element barrier, it ignites when touched, and the wood barrier made by Hua Wuqi is its own flowing fire grave!

"Ahhh

Not long after, inside the burning wooden barrier, there was a miserable cry of Hua Wuqing.

"My son's clothes! The face of this childe! No! ”

The screams came one after another, from crying out for pain to begging for mercy: "This son admits defeat!" Stop, stop the damn fire! ”

Jiulan Academy has a rule that no injuries are allowed in the Sky Arena in the competition. Now that Hua Wutian has taken the initiative to admit defeat and throw in, Ling Luo has no need to fight anymore.

She slowly raised her clenched fists, her fingers slowly spreading.

The rain stopped. The clouds of fire rolling in the sky gradually dispersed, and it was a clear sky as blue as a wash.

On the arena, the strong aura of Huoyuan was also swept away, leaving only Hua Wutian kneeling on the ground, extremely embarrassed.

His clothes were burned black for an hour every day, a third of the green silk he washed twice a day was burned, and even his most cherished face was black.

Ling Luo looked at the handsome Chixiao Sword in his hand that had regained its color again, and a satisfied arc overflowed on his lips.

"Thank you, old friend."

After stepping down from the arena, Ling Luo received countless surprised and fiery glances.

"Luo'er." Xuanyuan Yu had a warm smile on his face, "Very well done." ”

Ling Luohui smiled, and when her eyes wandered, she saw the thin figure of Zai, she stretched out her hand, habitually rubbed his head, and said, "Xiaozai, you are here too, why don't you cultivate with Master?" ”

"It was Master who gave me permission to come." He smiled, and a faint purple light flashed in his big and abrupt eyes, "Sister, you are so amazing." ”

"I, where can I compare to Yu." Ling Luo disagreed, "The next one is Yu, look at it, he is really powerful." ”