Fall: Rebirth

Some time passed, and Ling Han, Chu Heng, and Xi'er continued to practice their magic skills day after day. Occasionally, they would go to the trees to pick some fresh and juicy fruits to quench their thirst, or jump into the lake to catch a few plump fish for fun.

On this day, Hill was sparring with Ling Han.

Hill waved his hand casually, and a small stream of water instantly rose from the calm lake surface, and flew in front of Hill. Then Hill clenched his hands tightly, and the stream of water turned into an extremely sharp spear in the blink of an eye.

Ling Han stretched out his hand calmly, and a sword shining with cold light immediately appeared in his hand. Ling Han held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, took a step forward with his left leg, and assumed a posture ready for battle.

Hill held the spear in his hand and stabbed at Ling Han without hesitation.

Ling Han swiftly dodged to the side and easily avoided Hill's attack. He then swung the long sword in his hand and launched a counterattack against Hill with the force of thunder.

Both sides attacked and defended, and it was difficult to tell who would win.

When the battle was in full swing, Xier suddenly used the unique skill that his master had taught him. He threw the spear in his hand with all his strength, and the spear spun rapidly in the air like an arrow, flying straight towards Ling Han with unparalleled power.

Ling Han was startled and quickly raised his sword to block with all his strength.

There was a loud clang as the spear and sword collided fiercely, unleashing a powerful force that shook the earth. The surrounding leaves were also affected and fell down one after another, as if a green rain had fallen.

Then, Hill suddenly leaped up, soaring into the air like a flying bird, waving his arms and making a mysterious and profound gesture. With this movement, the spear that had originally shot out seemed to be pulled by some force and quickly turned around and flew back into Hill's hand.

Then, Xier waved his hands again, and the spear unexpectedly changed miraculously in an instant, turning into a sword gleaming with cold light. Xier held the sword in his hand and stabbed down at Ling Han from a high position, with unparalleled momentum.

Hill's attack was as swift as lightning, but Ling Han dodged it at the critical moment. Then, Ling Han flicked his wrist lightly, and the sword drew a graceful arc in the air, and a few yellow leaves were lifted up and shot towards Hill like an arrow.

Hill's reaction was extremely sharp. He pushed his feet hard and jumped high, easily avoiding the attack of these leaves. At the same time, the sword in his hand flashed and turned into countless extremely sharp daggers in the blink of an eye. These daggers followed his gestures and shot towards Ling Han as densely as raindrops.

Facing such a fierce attack, Ling Han was not afraid at all, and he kept swinging the sword in his hand, creating gusts of wind. More fallen leaves gathered towards Ling Han from all directions as if they had received an order.

In the blink of an eye, the fallen leaves condensed into a solid, thick, and impenetrable leaf wall, which firmly blocked all of Hill's attacks.

Qingli and Ziying, who were not far away, were watching this exciting fight intently, staring at the development of the situation on the field without blinking.

Ling Han and Hill were in a stalemate, and neither could break through the other's defense.

A cup of tea was about to pass, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense and intense...

"I never thought that Hill could make such great progress! The water in his hands can change shape at will!" Qingli was extremely surprised, because before this, she had never imagined that the usually gentle Hill would show such sharp and courageous skills.

Ziying, who was standing by, was also amazed at what she saw. She stared intently at Ling Han, who was fighting with Hill. Ling Han skillfully used leaves to block Hill's fierce attacks one after another.

Ziying couldn't help but sigh, "Ling Han is also quite outstanding. Although Hill attacked with all his strength, he didn't seem to gain much advantage."

Seeing that it was almost impossible to determine the winner between Ling Han and Xi'er, Qing Li gently waved his sleeves, instantly dissipating the spiritual energy surging around them. As the spiritual energy dissipated, Ling Han and Xi'er also stopped.

When they discovered Qingli and Ziying had suddenly appeared, the three disciples bowed in unison to show their respect.

Qingli smiled and praised Xi'er endlessly: "Xial, I never expected that one day I would be able to see such bold and neat movements from you. You are making rapid progress." Then, she turned her gaze to Ling Han, her tone full of praise: "Ling Han, your performance is also remarkable. During this period of time, I only gave you a little guidance, but you were able to understand the mysteries. It is really not easy. Given time, under the careful guidance of your master, you will surely make rapid progress."

After listening to Qingli's words, Ling Han took a deep breath, and then respectfully performed a standard and solemn etiquette towards Qingli.

His eyes were full of respect, and he said in a low and firm voice: "If it weren't for your careful teachings and guidance, how could Ling Han have made such progress today? Ling Han thanks you for your kindness!"

Ziying was delighted at this moment, looking at Hill in front of him with satisfaction, his eyes sparkling with admiration, and he said with emotion: "Good boy! I didn't expect you to improve so quickly. Now you can use the weapon in your hand to perfection and do whatever you want. You can change it whenever you want."

After hearing the praise from his master, Hill couldn't help but feel a little shy, and he subconsciously scratched his hair with his hand.

Qingli's eyes slowly swept over the disciples, and finally fell on the mountains in the distance. Then she said softly: "In this case, we have been in the mountains of the lower world for a whole month, and it is time to return to the divine world." Her tone was calm, but it contained an unquestionable majesty.

After saying this, Qingli turned his gaze back to the disciples and solemnly warned them, "But remember, never tell anyone that we have been to the lower world."