"Bet! I don't believe you can really turn around!" Dongfang Xuan smashed out another purple spar.
The purple spar Dongfang Xuan was kept for his own cultivation. In fact, he didn't have many of them, but he had an adventure not long ago and found five of them in an unnamed cave.
"If I lose?" Su Luo curled her lips and asked slowly.
"If you lose, give me back the spar just now!" Dongfang Xuan was still in pain with the purple spar that was taken away.
"Purple spar is betting on purple spar, it's fair, okay, I should take this bet, but now let's see what treasure corresponds to No. 12." Su Luo turned his head to the shelf after speaking. Looking up.
When Su Luo and Dongfang Xuan made a bet for the next game, Zi Yan had already run over excitedly to find the reward corresponding to this number.
"The twelfth is... Hey, the image crystal ball." Zi Yan pointed to the transparent-colored mysterious fog, and looked back at Su Luo blankly, "What is the image crystal ball?" Why didn't she seem to have heard of it?
Su Luo reached in with both hands and carefully took out the transparent crystal ball.
The crystal ball has already been drawn by her, so at this time, Su Luo's hand can penetrate the mysterious ice fog and take out the crystal ball with his own hands.
This crystal ball is as big as two fists combined, crystal clear, fluorescent like jade, glowing with a gentle and moving light.
But Su Luo looked left and right and couldn't see the mystery, so in the end he could only shake his head: "I don't know either."
"Enter the spiritual power." The white-bearded grandpa, who was half lying on the rattan chair, said at the right time.
At this time, everyone's eyes were all looking at the image crystal ball in Su Luo's hand.
Su Luo thought for a while, and decided to release it and take a look.
A gentle aura slowly poured into the crystal ball.
The original white crystal ball gradually appeared like a TV set.
All over the sky, Qionghua fluttered and scattered.
Under the Qionghua tree, two strong men danced under the moon with swords in hand.
The ethereal body, the graceful shadow, the speed with which the sword was drawn out like a ghost, and the fleeting teleportation made Su Luo stunned.
"Oh my god! This swordsmanship, this figure, this, this is undoubtedly the legendary Lord Lingmei!" Luo Haochen screamed.
Lord Lingmei, who used to be a powerhouse at the peak of the holy rank, but disappeared from the mainland hundreds of years ago, and no one has seen him again, but now, his figure appears on the image crystal ball!
"This is the legendary "Phantom Footwork"!" Dongfang Xuan's eyes were about to fall in shock.
"The legend of the phantom footwork has long been lost. I didn't expect it to be engraved in this crystal ball. This treasure is too rare!" Luo Haoming exclaimed again and again, his eyes fixed on Su Luo.
No one would have imagined that a practice that has been lost would come to life so simply, and it is still reproduced in the form of images. What kind of bird luck is this stinky girl Su Luo!
"Su Luo, how do you hand over the "Phantom Footwork"?" Li Aochen asked impatiently.
This set of footwork is very compatible with his practice. If he practices the phantom footwork, I believe that his strength will return to its peak in a short period of time.
"I'll buy two purple spar!" Dongfang Xuan immediately began to bid.
"I have three purple spar!" Luo Haoming was not to be outdone. As long as you master the phantom footwork, then the speed can reach the realm of teleportation, and you can almost dominate the world. Does this person want to