Zuo San was already wary enough. When he got the talent seed, he thought to put it away first and would never absorb it.

Who knows that Brother Cheng is one step faster.

Regardless of whether he wanted it or not, he gave him another set of blessings.

When the Yan clan was born, it was a small flame, and then it gradually grew as its strength improved.

What level can be reached depends not only on how many fire seeds can be integrated on the road of cultivation, but also on the innate talent.

Taixuan Ziyan is one of the top talents of this clan.

However, this talent is not suitable for other ethnic groups, especially Zuo San, who has been baptized by Hunyuan Wugui just now.

A purple flame suddenly rose from his body, which was about to condense into a ball.

The flame did not have a burning feeling, but it began to spread towards other parts of his body as soon as it burned.

The left third child turned into a golden body, like a melted candle, and began to sweat.

Every drop of sweat means countless years of practice for him.

"No! Impossible..."

With his strong strength, he still can't die.

But now it is slumped into a mud, which is not much better than death, and it is completely a torture.

"What the hell is this?"

"What did you mean, you, what poison did you poison me?"

Jiang Cheng had to defend himself.

"What poison, I never use poison, okay?"

"This is the talent of Luoxian Pond. Isn't it good for me to give you the talent for free?"

"How can you treat kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs?"

"Heaven, the talent flows fire?"

Zuo San almost fainted on the spot.

Because this is ten times more serious than he expected.

If it is a toxin, he still has the confidence to eliminate it little by little, just like now he is using his fairy power to isolate the purple fire in his body and trying to clean it up.

Although the "temporary" was not successful, at least it still had good expectations.

And if it's talented, you can give up directly.

As a sergeant, Zuo San certainly knew what the talent is, and he also knew its power.

If he could absorb it, he had already absorbed it on Luoxian Island eight hundred years ago. The key is that he could not bear it.

"How can you bring out the talent fire?"

"You're so damn good! Damn!"

Hearing his curse, Brother Cheng was not angry or fussy.

Instead, he took out the third talent seed.

"Our competition is not over yet, and it's my turn to create the treasure next."

"The talented Liuhuo is of high enough grade? It is definitely not inferior to any treasure. Look at me, I'm so happy."

Zuo San was in extremely bad condition, and after hearing these sarcastic words, he almost got so angry that he passed by.

If you really were Kang Qi, why did you deliberately give two such extreme alien talents?

He no longer cared about any bets, and the key now is how to save his life.

He is not dead yet, not because he is better than Jiang Cheng, but because he has not had much talent in his original state.

Just like a piece of paper, Brother Cheng had already painted it, and there was no other talent at all.

And the paper of Zuo San is still a little free.

But according to the current situation, as the purple fire continued to spread, the moment he separated his eyes was not far away.

Jiang Cheng waited until he was about to struggle, and then sighed with compassion.

"Good, good, the donor seems to be in pain."

Zuo San no longer has the strength to complain.

His whole body turned into a pool of solution. If it weren't for the strong strength to support his vitality, I'm afraid no one would have regarded him as a living being.

"Do I want you to relieve your pain?"

Zuo San wished he could be smashed into pieces.

Damn, can you lift it?

Then why didn't you say it earlier?

He immediately roared filial piety.

"Hurry up! Not hurry up!"

He stopped looking down at Jiang Cheng below.

He asked in confusion: "Your tone is a little problem. Are you ordering me?"

Zuo San finally realized that now that people are the slaughter and I am the straits, and my position has long been different.

Unless he doesn't want to live, he can only bow his head and admit defeat.

"Well, I'm too impatient."

"Please help me to remove this talented fire."

Jiang Cheng nodded with satisfaction.

“It’s almost the same.”

He could indeed reclaim those two seeds, because until this time, he could still manipulate those two seeds.

That was still part of his body.

However, after just squatting down, he seemed to think of something and shook his head again.

"Oh no, I still can't save you."

"Why?" Zuo San was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood.

"Our bet is not over yet." Jiang Cheng said.

Zuo San really wants to ask, does this have anything to do with saving me?

Is there a conflict between the two?

"When you save me, we can continue to bet."

"No, no, no."

Brother Cheng's head shaking like a rattle.

"You have to do things one by one, and you can't give up halfway."

"You can save you. After the bet is over, I will rescue you immediately."

Zuo San complained ten thousand times in his heart.

He couldn't hear what Jiang Cheng meant, he was trying to force himself to admit defeat!

I could have won two jade talismans, but now I can't win, but I also have to pay my own share.

How could he be willing to do this?

"I won all four rounds..."

He wanted to argue, but soon he found that something was wrong with Brother Cheng's expression.

So I had to change my words temporarily.

"Although I won four rounds, it is unknown who will win, so I suffered some losses and the bet will be invalid. We will tie it. How about it?"

If this guy said this in the first round, then Brother Cheng naturally had no reason to refuse.

But this guy jumped on his face four times in a row, mocking and connotation, which was so arrogant.

I would be sorry for his performance if I didn’t kill him!

"No, the competition must have a beginning and an end. What is the competition called if there is no victory or defeat?"

"You have said that this competition can become a good story, and it ends in a hurry. Then I am going to become a laughing stock?"

"This does not conform to my principles of being a human being!"

Is your standard of being a human being to use external attractions to plot against me?

The person had to bow his head under the eaves. Zuo Sanyan looked at him and delayed for a while. He might not be able to hold on to the moment he was rescued, so he could only pinch his nose and admit defeat.

"You won, okay!"

Jiang Cheng curled his lips.

"What does it mean that I won? It seems that you could have won, but you deliberately let me."

After reaching this point, it was meaningless to fight for the upper hand again, so I could only say depressedly: "Yes, yes, you can win, I bet with you is completely overestimating my ability, right?"

"You really have unique vision."

Brother Cheng gave him a thumbs up, regardless of whether he accepted it or not.

"Can you save me now?"
Chapter completed!