For a time, several people stared at Su Luo with contempt.
"Pfft—" Luo Dieyi, who was originally heartbroken, sneered, "Su Luo, hurry up and go down, don't you think the shame is not thorough enough?"
Li Yaoyao raised her lips mockingly: "I can't even hold the hilt of the sword, alas, it's a shame, how dare you come out and draw the sword? If I were you, I would definitely give up."
Su Luo glanced at her, and there was a hint of coldness in her eyes.
When Li Yaoyao met Su Luo's gaze, her heart suddenly froze. It is obviously a waste without spiritual power, but those eyes are so bright that people can't help but be afraid.
Li Yaoyao snorted coldly and turned away awkwardly!
Su Luo frowned slightly, it's not impossible to hold the Chengying Sword, but... that would cause great harm to her body.
Before Su Luo made up her mind, suddenly, a dark shadow hit her forehead.
That's very fast!
The fast people only felt the flowers in front of them, and something was already photographed on Su Luo's head.
Nangong Liuyun's speed is so fast, but even he can't stop that thing from falling.
He heard a "snap" sound, and the thing smashed Su Luo's head into a dizzy state, almost unable to stand.
"What?" Su Luo gloomily took down the thing that nearly hit her with a concussion.
"What is this?" Zi Yan asked curiously.
"It looks like a glove..." Su Luo was speechless, she looked up and looked around, but found no clue.
How could a pair of gloves suddenly be slapped on her forehead? Regarding this point, Su Luo was at a loss.
Everyone also thought it was very strange.
Where the hell did this glove come from? And by chance, he smashed Su Luo's forehead
So, is she lucky or unlucky
Just when everyone was at a loss, a slightly mocking voice suddenly sounded.
"Girl, I forgot to give you the reward just now, and now I bring it to you specially, how am I?" Seventh Young Master's calm voice made people startled.
No one would have thought that the seventh son of the seventh level would go to the eighth level.
You must know that although this is the nine-layered hall, one is the seventh floor and the other is the eighth floor, but each floor is an independent world, and only the teleportation array can enter.
Su Luo stroked the material of the glove, raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised a smile on his face: "Thank you."
She really wanted to thank this Seventh Young Master.
This glove saves her a lot of trouble.
The seventh son thanked Su Luo and smiled. When Su Luo was about to stop him, he turned around and disappeared.
"What is this glove...?" Zi Yan was full of curiosity.
"Just try it and you'll know." Su Luo smiled and put on the blue glove slowly.
If you guessed correctly, this glove will bring her a big surprise.
Seeing that more and more black air flowed in, Su Luo took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his gloved hand towards the hilt...
"what!"
Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and when they looked at it again, they saw that Su Luo had firmly grasped the hilt of the sword!
Hold it! It was so easy to hold!
Li Yaoyao's jaw dropped in shock!
How can this be
For each of them, in order to touch the hilt, they need to spend countless spiritual powers to fight against the ban. It is very difficult to hold the hilt, but Su Luo...
After she put on that inexplicable glove, she could hold the hilt directly? The ban did not exclude her in any way
How can it be so unfair!
Li Yaoyao and Luo Dieyi gritted their teeth with hatred, their eyes staring at Su Luo's back, wishing they could stare out two blood holes.
However, no matter how jealous they were, it was a fact that Su Luo held the hilt of the sword.
Now, the only thing Su Luo has to do is to pull out this sword.