As soon as Ying Fuhao touched the fire, he felt a burning pain in his fingertips, and then he heard repeated screams in his ears!
He quickly woke up and subconsciously retracted his fingers.
Looking sideways, he saw that after Zhou Hui touched the fire, green flames exploded instantly and attached to his entire arm!
Zhou Hui rolled on the ground in pain and screamed repeatedly. He desperately tried to extinguish the flames on his body, but before he could do anything, the green flames had already engulfed Zhou Hui's entire body.
In just a few breaths, Zhou Hui was burned to ashes!
This flame is so powerful!
Ying Fuhao looked at the sparks on his fingertips with a look of horror on his face.
He didn't care about anything else, and after using his spiritual power to cast a barrier, he quickly sat down cross-legged, trying to force the Qingluan True Flame that poured into his body out of his body.
But this move didn't work, so he had no choice but to use his spiritual power to suppress the spreading Qingluan True Flame, to prevent himself from ending up like Zhou Hui, who was burned alive.
"call!"
Jiang Deng exhaled a breath of turbid air. The duration of the sword attack had expired, and the Qingluan True Flame in mid-air was automatically extinguished.
Feeling that the power of chaos in his dantian was running low, Jiang Deng quickly took out a Herb Pill and drank it, and the power of chaos began to recover rapidly.
This is the first time she has used this sword move. She didn't expect it to be so powerful, and its power is not inferior to another sword move she created!
Huh? There seems to be light in the pile of ashes on the ground?
Jiang Deng's eyes were fixed on Zhou Hui's ashes, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes. Could it be that such a person who has done many evil things can still burn relics?
Walking forward to push away the ashes, Jiang Deng found a handful of spiritual stones, no more, no less, exactly one hundred high-grade spiritual stones.
really not bad!
After picking up the spirit stone, Jiang Deng cast his eyes to the side again, where Ying Fuhao was sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath.
In order to compete with her for the ghost face, this person seemed to have offered three thousand high-grade spiritual stones...
Jiang Deng couldn't help but lick the corners of his lips, and tiptoed towards Ying Fuhao, spreading the power of chaos all over his body, without attracting Ying Fuhao's attention, and easily entered the barrier he had set up.
Looking at the storage bag tied around Ying Fuhao's waist, Jiang Deng decisively stretched out his hand!
However, just when Jiang Deng touched the storage bag, Ying Fuhao finally suppressed Qingluan Zhenyan.
Who would have thought that that tiny bit of Qingluan True Flame would consume all of his spiritual energy, and it wouldn't even be dissipated, it would just be suppressed.
If he encounters Qingluan True Flame again in the future, the combination of the two will only make him burn faster!
After taking a deep breath, Ying Fuhao opened his eyes, and then he and Jiang Deng, who had taken his storage bag, looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
"You little thief, you are seeking death!"
Ying Fuhao was very angry and slapped Jiang Deng on the head decisively!
Fortunately, all his spiritual power was lost, and this palm only used physical strength. Jiang Deng easily dodged it by turning his head, but the wind of the palm lifted the curtain, revealing Jiang Deng's body hidden behind the gauze.
Face.
It was Ye Guyen’s face!
Ying Fuhao's eyes widened in shock. Wasn't Ye Guyen's soul lamp extinguished? Why did it appear in front of him again?
"You, you are not Ye Guyen, tell me who you are!"
Ying Fuhao quickly realized that this person had bought the ghost face. As long as she had seen Ye Guyen, she could disguise herself as Ye Guyen. No wonder she had a man's face but a woman's body.
Jiang Deng took two steps back, feeling secretly happy in his heart.
Fortunately, she was prepared and transformed into Ye Guyen's face in advance. At this moment, she didn't feel embarrassed at all after being hit by someone. Instead, she looked upright and upright.
"My dear grandson, I am your grandma. Say hello quickly. Grandma will give you a big red envelope."
"You! You are so shameless!"
Ying Fuhao was so angry that he almost lost his breath. Before he could react, Jiang Deng had already wiped the soles of his feet with oil and disappeared.
All that was left was Ying Fuhao and ashes all over the place.
Thinking of the face he saw when he opened the door, Ying Fuhao gritted his teeth and secretly speculated.
"As for women...there are very few female cultivators here. Maybe she is actually at the Nascent Soul Realm, but she just pretended to be at the Core Formation Realm to trick me. Otherwise, why would her sword moves be so strong?"
"She is most likely a Yuanying realm monk! Could this person be... Si Mian?"
Yes!
This month, the Jinshi Auction House sent two invitations to the Paradise Sect. One was taken away by him, and the other was taken away by Si Mian, the leader of Baihua Hall.
This Si Mian has always been at odds with him. He had gone to beg for several furnace cauldrons before, but Si Mian refused to give them to him, life or death...
Unexpectedly, I would compete with him again this time!
New and old grudges added up, and Ying Fuhao couldn't help but clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with hatred, "It's Si Mian, that stinky bitch again! Just wait for me!"
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Early the next morning.
Jiang Deng arrived at the gate of Paradise Palace.
Unlike the Taichu Sword Sect, which was located on the peaks, the Paradise Palace directly occupies a city, with pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, and rich spiritual energy filling it, just like a fairy palace.
Although it is only the second largest sect in Feiran Spiritual Realm, it is much more luxurious than the first one, Taichu Sword Sect!
but……
Jiang Deng looked around and saw thousands of disciples dressed in the costumes of the Paradise Palace. They were all standing at the entrance of the palace and looking up, as if they were waiting for someone.
Seeing this, Jiang Deng couldn't help but touch his nose and muttered to himself: "I didn't say to come early, so you won't be waiting in the street to welcome me, right?"
"It makes me laugh so hard!"
The disciples of the Paradise Cult guarding the gate immediately laughed and said, "What is your identity? Do you deserve to be welcomed by us?"
Jiang Deng straightened his back and said proudly: "The Taichu Sword Sect came to compete."
Hearing this, another disciple guarding the door stared at Jiang Deng suspiciously, "But the people from Taichu Sword Sect arrived yesterday..."
Jiang Deng took out the identity jade tag issued by Taichu Jianzong and showed it to them, "Would you know if it is true or false?"
The two disciples looked up and saw a light blue jade plaque, which was completely different from the ordinary white jade plaques of ordinary disciples.
"Hahaha!"
They were startled, and then started laughing, "If you want to make a fake, at least make a disciple jade token. Who would believe you if you make a peak master jade token?"
"If you were the Peak Master of the Taichu Sword Sect, I would be the Young Palace Master of the Paradise Palace, hahaha! This is so funny!"
Jiang Deng's eyes gradually became impatient, "Is there a possibility that I am really the peak master of Taichu Sword Sect?"
The two disciples looked at each other and then laughed louder.
Jiang Deng: "..."
Why are these disciples of Paradise Palace more annoying than Ying Ziru?
Just when Jiang Deng was about to deal with the two of them regardless, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "She is indeed the Peak Master of Taichu Sword Sect. Have you two met Peak Master Jiang soon?"