He is a descendant of a military family in the Helin Continent. Although he is a disciple of the Longshu Xuejie Sect, he is still extremely proficient in the art of battle. Due to past reasons, he has never had much affection for women who rely on their looks to ascend to the throne. Now is the perfect time for him to continue to demonstrate his strength and gain a reputation in this chaotic world.
He had already thought of his future path, which was to assist His Majesty King Dai, trample on the mountains of corpses and seas of bones, sweep across the world, and unify the four seas.
"Junior Sister Luo Lan, are you ready?" Although he wanted to go forward with his gun in hand, looking at the empty-handed and defenseless girl opposite him, he didn't want to leave the impression of a bully.
"Ready." Loran Hill nodded slightly, then spread out his palms.
A warm breeze blew from the mountains, and countless leaves rustled. Everyone looked around and into the distance in surprise. Wisps of crimson flames kept emerging in the wind, then gathered towards the center of the vortex, condensing in the palm of the girl's hand into a quietly suspended orange-red fireball.
This orange-red fireball may not seem big, but it is like a magnet, attracting the attention of countless people present, because this small fireball sways and distorts the surrounding space, and wisps of white smoke spread and linger on the surface of the fireball. The flames in it are extremely hot and extremely restrained. Even the guests who are dozens of meters away cannot feel the heat, but only feel a warm breeze surrounding them, which slightly lifts the girl's black hair and dress, and sways them slightly in the air.
The soft and beautiful face was illuminated by the fireball in her hand, stained with a faint glow, and faint golden-red scales appeared between her eyebrows. When Ye Qilin charged forward and attacked with the magic weapon created by the sect, the girl finally moved.
Loran Hill raised her head slightly, her eyes half closed, the luster in her pupils was hazy with scattered sparks and hair. She lifted her sleeve slightly, raised her palm, and pushed the fireball forward.
After leaving the girl's palm, wisps of almost transparent white smoke suddenly overflowed from the surface of the small fireball. The scene was like an ice cube in an ice cellar with cold smoke emitting from it, but in reality it was scorching hot. The big gun in Ye Qilin's hand directly sublimated into smoke and dissipated in mid-air, and his whole body was also burning hot, as if he was in a hell of fire. Even with the protection of dragon scales, he felt like he was going to be roasted.
The roar of a dragon sounded again on the top of the Xiangyu Sect mountain. The dark red dragon flew into the sky and then spewed out an equally blazing beam of light from its breath downwards.
On the ground, the small fireball rose like a new star. The dragon's breath turned into light smoke and dissipated within ten meters of it, and then continued upward, chasing the dark red dragon in the sky.
In just over ten seconds, Ye Qilin tried many spells and secret techniques, whether it was lightning or freezing cold mist, but he was still unable to stop the small fireball rising below. As the fireball continued to chase him, green smoke began to emerge from Ye Qilin's body, and the originally dark red and smooth scales were now mostly burnt black and smoking.
His own powerful recovery ability seemed to become a joke in the face of this extremely high temperature. Ye Qilin dodged the flying fireball again and again, and the magic power in his body was consumed at an extremely exaggerated rate, until finally his consciousness became more and more blurred and chaotic in the baking of the flames, and then he fell from the sky.
The heavy dragon body smashed a large hole in the open space on the top of the mountain. Wisps of flames also descended from the sky, landing on the ground and burning various potholes of different sizes.
It was not until Ye Qilin fell in the sky that the small fireball exploded in the sky, scattering countless tiny flames like rain.
The scene suddenly became very quiet.
"This, this, is this the defeat?" Many people were completely unable to react.
It seemed like just a casual greeting, and the genius of the Longshu Xuejie Sect changed his appearance. He was easily defeated by the girl with a wave of her hand, and there was no hope for him.
"I have no idea what they are from. Didn't they say they were practicing the Nine Netherworld lineage? How could they be so powerful and blazing?"
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Everyone present was filled with surprise and shock, and some even found it hard to believe such a result. As the most talented disciple of the Longshu Xuejie Sect, he was defeated so easily and couldn't even withstand a single move.
"Congratulations to Junior Sister Luolan for taking charge of the Zhuori Huangyu Sect." Amidst a burst of crisp applause, Yinghuo led a group of people from Zhaoye Palace out and was the first to congratulate Luolan Hill.
Then he turned around and looked at Ye Qilin who was surrounded and treated by the people of Longshu Xuejie Sect.
"Is Junior Brother Qilin satisfied with today's competition?"
"I..." Ye Qilin wanted to say something, but because his lungs were burned and injured, his voice was extremely hoarse, so he simply kept silent.
"Since Junior Brother Qilin has got what he wanted, please ask Senior Brother Shixuan to go down the mountain with him." He waved his sleeves, and the disciples of Zhaoye Palace behind him walked forward and surrounded the people from Longshu Xuejie Sect.
Then a purple cloud rose up, and the people covered in it were wrapped in the purple mist and floated down the mountain far away.
"Senior Sister Luo Lan, Master Luo Lan—" Some of the disciples of the Xiangyu Sect in the field began to shout, while others cheered.
When Yinghuo looked back again, Luo Lanshier was surrounded by many disciples of the Xiangyu Sect. The disciples of Fenxiang Stargazing Mansion and Qiumu Bronze Dragon Valley also looked at him with admiration and envy. Looking at the excitement and excitement of everyone, he couldn't help but smile.
"This day has finally arrived."
"Of the Xiangyu Sect, there's the Burning Sun Xiangyu Sect, the Autumn Dusk Bronze Dragon Sect, the Burning Incense Stargazing Sect, and the Condensed Purple Illuminating Night Sect. Only she can convince all four sects and unite them. Perhaps she is the one who carries the destiny."
"What will future generations call it? The Phoenix of Jade Feathers, the Phoenix of Orchids? Or perhaps a name I haven't even thought of yet."
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