Not long after, the Phoenix Spirit floated down from the ancient parasol tree.
"Feng Ling, how is it? Did you get the heart of the parasol tree?"
Lu Ming asked.
"Yes, I got it!"
Huang Ling nodded.
"That's great!"
Mu Qingxue jumped up in excitement.
Huang Kong, Huang Bing, and the others were envious, but they were only envious. At this point, they could no longer fight for it. This time, many big shots of the Phoenix Palace would be watching. The previous competition was nothing, but now that Feng Ling had obtained the heart of the Wutong tree, they would be punished if they fought again.
"Huang Ling, congratulations!"
Huang Bing smiled and congratulated Feng Ling.
