Fire in the Stone has a very high vision.
It hugged its fat arms and put on an arrogant posture with its eyes higher than the top. The first thing others felt was not anger, but amusing, and invariably set their eyes on the belly of the fire.
White and tender, soft and bulging.
The temperament of the white centipede is quite different from that of ordinary women. For example, when she sees poisonous insects, her eyes will light up, but this does not mean that she does not like cute and soft things. She can't wait to turn back a fat baby like Shizhonghuo Pinch a few.
but-
The fire of the old club, the temper is not good, the gain is more than the loss!
The current Shi Zhonghuo's words are clear and well-organized, but wherever he goes, his stomach comes first, which makes people laugh.
Luo Jingshu quietly gave the white centipede a wink: You must be restrained!
No matter whether the guy in front of him is a three-inch man or a seven-foot man, there is fire... No, it is fire!
"It is clear that Venerable Shi also has fire in the wood." The white centipede muttered.
"It may be about to break through the realm and cannot be easily used."
Luo Jingshu thought to herself, Yin Huo is obviously not easy to use in refining the magic weapon. As long as you can choose, it must be a fire in a stone.
"What kind of reward do you want?" The white centipede held back a smile and made a solemn appearance.
Shi Zhonghuo was very satisfied with her attitude. Those immortals always looked at it with strange eyes. Although they didn't point fingers, their curious and suspicious expressions were obvious.
Those immortal beasts and spirit beasts in the immortal world will be controlled by immortals. In addition to filling the scene, that is, charging into battle, the mortality rate of the latter is still quite high. It is not so much that the little immortals are afraid of the mounts of the immortals, it is better to say that they are afraid of the immortals themselves.
This kind of gaze is no different from looking at a magic weapon or a weapon.
- The fire in the stone belongs to Chen He, the immortals retreated three feet, and their attitude was humble, all because of Chen He.
They won't say strangely like the mortal monks, "If the person who gets the real fire of Samadhi is me, I can also become a fairy at this moment" or something. At this point, they are very clear that the same good thing can be of different value in the hands of different people.
Immortals long for higher and more suitable exercises.
Some despise Xiaozhenxian, because these people can easily obtain these things. Once Xiaozhenxian becomes Xuanxian and Luo Tianshangxian, he will rarely receive such jealousy and dissatisfaction. As you can imagine.
Innate fire spirits are very rare.
It is even more unheard of to be able to transform.
When Shi Zhonghuo was looked at like that, he was full of anger for a long time. Now that he met two people he had "seen before", he immediately folded his arms and snorted a few times: "The remuneration is discussed separately, let me see first. See if you are qualified to use fire."
"… "
"Let's play a game!" Pang Dun said old-fashioned with puffed cheeks.
The white centipede was a little stunned, no matter what she thought, she didn't expect things to develop to such a point.
Not repairing weapons and magic weapons
Don't you want to do a big job in the fairy world? The white centipede once thought that this matter should start with her beating up all the provocateurs, but she ended up dozing off by the chessboard.
The white centipede didn't know anything about the black and white sons, the sixty-four fights.
Luo Jingshu sat upright, with a peaceful expression and calmness. When she put down the chess piece with her beautiful white fingers, the face of the fat dun on the opposite side was blue and white, and her short hand was pressed there, as if she was twitching.
Because this is the seventeenth game it has lost.
Nan Hongzi taught Shi Zhonghuo to play chess, but he never really beat Pang Dun to the ground.
Besides, losing to Nan Hongzi is completely different from failing to win against Luo Jingshu. If Shi Feng was the one who made the fat piers hit the wall one after another, the fire in the stone would have jumped up and ran away. If it was Chen He, the fire in the stone would have been Will rush over to hug his thigh and beg for mercy.
But neither!
Luo Jingshu's chess skills were not particularly outrageous. Fat Dun could not keep his advantage after the middle game, and he lost again and again.
The awakened white centipede looked up and was happy!
It turns out that after playing chess, you can really borrow fire.
After walking the last step, Luo Jingshu held down the overly happy white centipede, took a small cluster of floating flames from the stern face, and walked away talking and laughing, leaving the fire in the stone and sitting lonely by the chessboard , Fat legs drooping, head drooping, listless.
"Yo, it's over!"
Nan Hongzi walked over with his hands behind his back.
In fact, he had already seen the situation here, but he didn't want to come to disturb him, because if Shi Zhonghuo found Nan Hongzi standing next to him, he would definitely slap the chessboard and ask Luo Jingshu to compare with Nan Hongzi.
Pangdun looked up at Nan Hongzi aggrievedly and asked to continue learning chess.
"If you go to Pindaoxue again, you won't be able to win." Nan Hongzi fiddled with his chess pieces with a smile.
"Why?" Shi Zhonghuohu asked with a face.
"Apply what you have learned, just learn, how can you do it?" Nan Hongzi taught Fatty to play chess on a whim. He also didn't find Shi Zhonghuo's interest in the black-and-white game.
"She avoided all the traps I carefully laid!" Shi Zhonghuo's mouth could hang an oil bottle.
"Well, every one of your mistakes has been taken advantage of by her." Nan Hongzi not only offered no comfort, but also mercilessly pointed out the truth.
A man who never makes mistakes.
This is amazing!
It seems that the life of the little apprentice will be much better in the future! Nan Hongzi thought with emotion, but he didn't pay attention to Fatty's face even more bitter.
"Then how do I beat her?"
"Play chess with more people, hone your skills, and finally go to her for a showdown." Nan Hongzi said casually.
Shi Zhonghuo nodded fiercely.
So when Chen He woke up a few days later, Chengya Shangxian rushed to complain, and the white beard fluttered: "Respect! You can manage the fire in your house!"
"Um?"
Chen He didn't know why.
Because he had to cultivate with his senior brother, he was naturally "sent" out of the sleeping stone in the fire. Could it be that this fat piercing has caused some trouble
"Why does an innate fire spirit like to find someone to play against?"
Chen He turned his gaze subconsciously, wanting to laugh in his heart, the kind of schadenfreude.
There are not many people who can play chess in the fairy world.
Because immortals come from three thousand worlds, not every small world has Go.
Looking at the distressed appearance of Chengya Shangxian, you can see that this Heluo Patriarch from the small world of Fuchu must also be one of the targets of "harassment".
"It's impossible to lose chess on purpose."
Chengya Shangxian wants to cry but has no tears. A certain fire's chess skills are not bad. It's clear at a glance.
"Don't be impatient, there are things in the world that are more difficult than chess games. This trouble makes you restless?"
Chen He's next sentence immediately made Shangxian Chengya open his mouth.
"Get ready to deploy a defensive formation, I'm going to break through the realm."
"This!"
Chengya Shangxian looked at Chen He in horror, Chen He said such a big thing so lightly.
"Your Highness, your magic... a magic weapon! No, I'll call you back the fire in the stone!" Shang Xian said incoherently, even forgetting that the innate fire spirit can be summoned by the master.
"None of them."
"Why don't you use it?" Shangxian Chengya remembered a hundred years ago, when a Daluo Jinxian broke through the realm nearby.
Compared to Immortal Realm, this place is too small, and it is easy to hurt innocent people.
The spiritual energy is violent, and it is really impossible to say what will happen. For example, the newly-appeared immortal monarch last time caused hail to fall in the 30,000-mile mountain range, killing and injuring many unfortunate immortals and monsters.
Thinking of this, Shangxian Chengya ran out with a black face. The situation is serious, no trivial matter!
Chen He didn't stop him, he closed his eyes slightly, more and more spiritual energy was floating around his body, like a thick fog, it was hard to see five fingers when he stretched out his hand.
The fog did not drift away, but gradually turned dark orange and crimson.
The golden aura beads condensed in mid-air and quickly turned into flames.
"Fire in the stone, fire in the air, fire in the wood..."
Chen He said to himself, he raised his hand and waved the flames of red and pale entanglement. These are not the real Samadhi true fire, but after many years of practice, the source of fire in the air is completely refined (the fire in the wood is double repair, stone fire Middle Fire Dantian), and then use the new flame generated by True Qi.
In the future, even if Pang Dun ran to the world, Shi Feng couldn't give him a fire for thousands of years, and it wouldn't affect Chen He.
"The power of the earth veins is not illusory."
Chen He's figure became nothing.
When the immortals arrived in panic, all they could see was a thick fog.
"Bi Fang's...fire?"
"No, it's not!" The immortal who was photographed by Qinghuo had lingering fears.
If it was really the yin fire of Bi Fang's spirit on Chen He's robe, he would be in trouble now.
"Your Highness really said that you want to break through and be promoted?" The immortals asked Chengya Shangxian anxiously.
"He said it himself."
The fog dissipated suddenly.
The cyan fire column broke through the roof, tore apart the heavy rain curtain, dispelled the dense and violent clouds of spiritual energy, and made the light of the sun and the moon shine on the mountains and rivers at the same time.
The immortals only felt an overwhelming force, clasped their immortal cores, and continuously extracted spiritual energy.
"Ah!" The panicked shouts began, and the strength disappeared like a spring breeze.
If it weren't for the faint twitching pain in the chest, the immortals almost suspected that it was an illusion.
In the distance, Xianjun Qinghe looked away with complicated expressions.
The blue fire pillar has disappeared, only the messy spiritual energy is left, and the rain is gradually decreasing.
"The heart-burning fire."
"Sect Master?" Qinghe turned his head and saw that Yang Xinyue was standing behind him.
Six hundred years have passed, and Yang Xinyue has not changed significantly. To put it bluntly, it is probably because the color of the pupils is different, and the dark green is like the leaves of Qiantan and Tilian.
"It seems that there is another Immortal Monarch in Immortal Realm. Who is this person?"
"It should be Chen He."
"Really?" Yang Xinyue frowned.
"What is the fire that burns the heart?" Xianjun Qinghe asked.
"It's a type of earth fire, it shouldn't exist, or--" Yang Xinyue said slowly, "It is the world-annihilating flame that appears when the earth's veins expand when the immortal world is destroyed."