An Lin looked at Sheng Yan Guanghua who was slowly shrinking and disappeared, slowly stood up straight and stretched.
The square was a bit quiet, people seemed to have forgotten to cheer and applaud, they just stared blankly at An Lin, as if they were worried that An Lin would have a second hand to scare them.
With a smile on his face, An Lin bowed earnestly to the tens of thousands of disciples and a group of elders in the square, and then walked down the altar with some unfulfilled intentions.
it's over
Only then did the disciples realize that the atmosphere in the Holy Fire Square was instantly detonated. Tens of thousands of disciples applauded in celebration, and some even shouted An Lin's name loudly.
After all, An Lin is a disciple of the Vermillion Bird Sect and one of his own. So although they were a little envious and jealous, they expressed their blessings and wonderment without hesitation at this time.
An Lin went to Mo Hai and the others, and sighed with satisfaction: "This time the harvest is not bad."
Lu Jiazhi's face twitched slightly, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Please...you call it a harvest, okay! If you call it a good one, then wouldn't I be a super-poor household?"
Mo Hai looked at An Lin with admiration, and said, "At first you said that you would reach the Void Return Realm within ten years, I thought you were just pretending to be a normal person, but now I believe it, you are really my brother, It's awesome! Gou Fugui, don't forget each other!"
An Lin smiled cheerfully: "Don't worry, I will protect you from now on!"
At this moment, the voice of Great Elder Chen Xinran sounded again: "The fourth one, Ji Yongfang, please go to the altar!"
After Ji Yongfang heard the voice, his heart was shocked, and he recovered from the previous setbacks.
He glanced at An Lin, feeling extremely unwilling, but he could no longer think of fighting.
He walked towards the Dharma altar, which should have been a moment of great attention, but the disciples around him were still discussing An Lin's affairs, and kept looking at An Lin who was outside the Dharma altar.
Ji Yongfang gritted his teeth and released the phantom of the Suzaku fire feather on his body. This is the red fire feather, which means that its grade is middle grade, the same as Lu Jiazhi's.
The onlookers didn't look surprised. After all, Ji Yongfang was only in the early stage of transformation. Even with a special secret treasure, it would be difficult to defeat a Tianyan-level beast, so the middle-grade Suzaku Fire Feather was in line with his strength.
The discussions in the Holy Fire Square gradually quieted down, which was a sign of respect for the Zongmen's talented disciples.
Everyone looked at the Suzaku flame, looking forward to the initiation of the flame.
Ji Yongfang also looked nervously at the Suzaku Holy Flame, and kept praying in his heart that the Holy Fire must recognize him, otherwise he would really be defeated...
I don't know if it's an illusion, but everyone feels that the pure white holy flame above the sky is a bit sluggish, as if it has been hollowed out after a hard work.
A mysterious ripple came suddenly, attracting the middle-grade Suzaku fire feather to the sky, and fused with the holy fire.
Ji Yongfang clenched his fists tightly, his body trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with ecstasy.
It worked, finally made it!
Elder Ji at the elders' table also breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately his son was not ashamed at home.
As the Suzaku fire feather merged with the holy fire, a white brilliance began to fly towards Ji Yongfang.
This brilliance, like a wisp of white smoke, slowly attached to Ji Yongfang's body surface, and began to dissipate after ten seconds.
Ji Yongfang was dumbfounded.
The audience was silent.
Countless disciples stared wide-eyed, looking at Ji Yongfang in the center of the altar with surprise.
"I'm not mistaken, isn't he using the mid-grade Suzaku Fire Feather? Why did the brilliance of the holy flame disappear after ten seconds, shouldn't it last for one minute?!"
"Not only does it last for a short time, but the amount of holy flame brilliance guided per unit time seems to be very small."
"Looking at it this way, it seems that only the low-grade Suzaku Fire Feather is the case, right?"
"Low-rank Vermillion Bird Fire Feather? Ah, how long has it been since the sect has seen low-rank Vermilion Bird Fire Feather..."
"Poor Brother Ji..."
…
At the elders' table, Elder Ji slammed the table: "What the hell is going on?!"
The rest of the elders looked at each other in blank dismay.
Finally, the Great Elder Chen Xinran coughed lightly, and explained in a higher voice: "Didn't you watch the holy fire? The brightness is a little dim. It may be that when helping Anlin gather the holy flame, he consumed too much flame energy and was too tired. That’s why this happened.”
Chen Xinran's words flowed through the entire square like a clear spring, not so much an explanation to Elder Ji, but an explanation to tens of thousands of disciples.
The disciples were shocked, how can they explain it like this
But it sounds so reasonable!
Ji Yongfang also heard Chen Xinran's explanation, and his whole head was buzzing.
His eyes were confused, and he murmured: "How could this be... how could this be... why is it always me who gets hurt..."
I don't know if it's because I'm used to crying, but two lines of clear tears flowed from my eyes again, and I couldn't stop.
He looked at An Lin with resentment, and shouted: "It's all your fault! Why did you cause trouble and ask me to take the blame for you? I am innocent!"
An Lin rolled his eyes, too lazy to talk to Ji Yongfang.
But Mo Hai sighed sadly: "Oh... Senior Brother Ji, don't just stand there stupidly. The less Vermillion Bird Sacred Flames you got, it just shows that you are unlucky. As a junior, I am also very sad ! But you won’t get what doesn’t belong to you, come down quickly!”
Many disciples originally had some sympathy for Ji Yongfang, but now when they heard Mo Hai's words, they couldn't help laughing, because this was exactly what Ji Yongfang had said to An Lin before.
Hearing Mo Haihe's words and the laughter of some disciples, Ji Yongfang was hit violently again, his eyes went black with anger, and he almost passed out.
Gritting his teeth, he staggered down the altar, glared at Mo Hai and said bitterly, "Don't be too happy, the Suzaku sacred fire is sluggish, do you think you can escape, you will be the next one, I'm waiting to see a good show!"
Mo Hai's expression froze, and he couldn't be happy anymore.
I rely on! What Ji Yongfang said makes sense, what should we do? !
He looked at An Lin with a bitter face: "Brother, I was hurt by you!"
The corner of An Lin's mouth twitched slightly, and he raised his head to count the stars, pretending not to hear.
Ji Yongfang sneered: "Hehe, Junior Brother An Lin is really harmful. He is selfish and only cares about absorbing the brilliance of the holy fire, but he has killed all the geniuses of the Vermillion Bird Sect behind us!"
He deliberately used fairy art again to spread the voice, allowing the words to spread throughout the square.
Many disciples knew that Ji Yongfang was deliberately targeting An Lin, and protested dissatisfiedly.
But some people remained silent, because Ji Yongfang's words also had some truth. Although the flame energy released by the holy fire was not something An Lin could control, but in terms of the result, it did affect the absorption of the holy flames of the genius disciples of the sect behind.
Great Elder Chen Xinran's voice sounded again: "The fifth one, Mo Hai, please go to the altar!"
Mo Hai smiled slightly, patted An Lin on the shoulder and said, "Brother, I have a lot of adults, so I don't blame you. After all, you made Ji Yongfang cry twice. I am very happy, hahaha..."
An Lin: "..."
Ji Yongfang felt tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of old blood was suffocating in his heart.
Mo Hai walked towards the dharma altar and released the high-grade Suzaku Fire Feather.
The holy fire aroused the fire feather again, and then devoured it.
Seeing this scene, Mo Hai breathed a sigh of relief, at least he no longer needs to be a bachelor, and the amount of holy flame brilliance to get a middle-grade or low-grade fire feather is not bad.
The Suzaku sacred fire was shining brightly, and a white radiance descended on Mo Hai.
This light made Mo Hai's body seem to be covered with a layer of white gauze, and extremely rich and powerful flame energy poured into his body non-stop.
Mo Hai blinked his eyes, a little dazed, this amount seems a bit much.
The rest of the disciples also discovered this problem. Mo Haiyan's brilliance seemed to be the same as Yangyuan's, and there was no sign of weakening.
An Lin smiled slightly, as long as he didn't drag Mo Hai down.
As for Ji Yongfang, he once again looked dull and opened his mouth wide.
In the end, the white brilliance lasted for three minutes before dissipating slowly.
Well, it's no different from Yangyuan's flame energy brilliance, it's normal!
The scene fell into silence again, which was obviously normal, but the expressions of everyone were wonderful.
Elder Ji rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Why is it normal again? Is someone targeting my son?"
Chen Xinran took a deep breath: "After a period of rest, the holy fire should have slowed down, so the current brilliance of the holy flame has returned to normal."
His words spread throughout the square.
When tens of thousands of disciples heard it, there was nothing wrong with it, it made perfect sense!
Hearing Chen Xinran's explanation, Ji Yongfang froze in place again, his head buzzing.
His eyes were confused, he looked at Mo Hai, then raised his head to look at the holy flame, and murmured: "How could this be... how could this be... why is it always me who gets hurt..."
Endless grievances came to his heart, and he cried again, his eyes were red, crying like a child weighing more than one hundred pounds.
(end of this chapter)