"Don't worry, we'll just help out when the time comes." Luo Enen put on the air of a big sister, patted Song Yu'an on the shoulder, and said what Gu Fenghua wanted to say.
"You?" Song Yu'an looked at Luo Enen suspiciously.
"Why, don't you believe in my strength?" Lonen said dissatisfied.
Song Yu'an didn't answer, but the affirmative look in his eyes revealed everything. Although they haven't been together for a long time, she is very clear about Miss Luo's virtue of eating and waiting to die.
If it was Gu Fenghua, no matter how strong she was, she wouldn't doubt it, but if it was Lonen, she would have deep doubts.
Luo Enen didn't say much, and directly circulated the holy energy, and eight golden holy beads appeared between his eyebrows.
"Emperor, the eighth grade of Emperor Saint!" Song Yu'an stared blankly at the holy bead between Luo Enen's eyebrows, and was so surprised that his eyeballs almost fell out.
The way of holy cultivation was born out of ancient witchcraft. Although the cultivation methods and combat techniques, as well as some secret methods used to improve strength, are quite different, there is no difference in the grade system. So Song Yu'an is very clear about what the Eighth Stage of the Emperor Saint means.
You must know that the Great Elder, whom she once regarded as the supreme and powerful man in the world, is only at the seventh rank of Emperor Saint. How could Luo Enen reach the eighth rank of Emperor Saint?
"How about it, didn't you think of it?" Seeing Song Yu'an's stunned look, Luo Enen felt refreshed, shook his head and said proudly.
"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, you actually reached the eighth rank of Emperor Saint, I underestimated you, Enen." Song Yu'an nodded and said with a sigh.
Hearing Song Yu'an's sincere praise, Miss Luo smiled even more proudly.
"Even you have reached the eighth rank of Emperor Saint, how strong should Feng Hua and Wu Se be?" Song Yu'an continued to feel sincerely.
What does it mean that even I have reached the eighth rank of Emperor Saint It is obviously a compliment, but why does it always sound a bit contemptuous? Miss Luo suddenly felt that she was not happy anymore.
"Anyway, as long as you know we can help." Lonen put away the Holy Bead and said angrily.
"No, you can't help, it's not a matter of strength." Song Yu'an recovered from his surprise, shook his head and said.
"What's the problem?" Gu Fenghua took over the conversation and asked.
"You are not from the ancient witch clan, and you have never practiced ancient witch techniques, so you cannot take part in the competition on behalf of the spirit witch clan." Song Yu'an explained.
"Why do you have to be from the ancient witch clan?" Lonen asked.
"Nonsense, the fight is for the orthodox position of the ancient witch clan, of course people from the ancient witch clan." The fat man rushed to say.
"If you want to talk more, it's not unexpected to me, so I just said it casually." Of course, Lornen would not admit his mistake, at least not in front of the white fat man, the dead duck said stiffly.
"Is it enough to learn the ancient witchcraft?" Gu Fenghua interrupted the dispute between the two and asked Song Yu'an.
"Well, what our ancient witch family values ??most is the inheritance of cultivation methods. We don't value bloodlines. Even if we do, the fundamental reason is for the inheritance of cultivation methods. So as long as we can learn the ancient witchcraft methods, we can count A member of the ancient witch clan." Song Yu'an said affirmatively.
"That's easy, we'll just learn it." Lornen said disapprovingly.
"When I first came to the Holy Witch Valley, it took me a full year to barely comprehend the ancient witchcraft, and I have been practicing until today, and I have just stepped into the first rank of Emperor Saint. Just like this, I was still regarded as the first rank by the Holy Wu Valley. A rare cultivation genius who is rare in a millennium, and was regarded as a saint by them. (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com