The ghost monk Jin Chan's words completely angered me.
As the saying goes, I can't do it again and again, the ghost monk Jin Chan's repeated shame, has completely disappeared my little patience.
"I have the Raksha Zen staff, which can level the world with the sun, the moon, and the stars. If you want to defeat you, do it easily."
The ghost monk Jin Chan flipped his lips and raised the Raksha Zen staff high above his head. At this time, a black glow fell to the sky, and in a flash, it wrapped the body of the ghost monk Jin Chan.
The ghost monk Jin Chan, who was originally shrouded in golden light, looked more or less majestic. However, at this time, the ghost monk Jin Chan looked like a devil with a hideous and terrifying face.
"Heaven is especially good at doing evil, and you can't live by doing evil."
Just when the spirit of the ghost monk Jin Chan was rising, I sneered and pinched a weird technique.
"Boy, look at my Raksha Zen stick..."
However, before the ghost monk Jin Chan finished speaking, his brows suddenly frowned, followed by a miserable howl.
A trace of scarlet flame rushed out from the wound on the shoulder of the ghost monk Jin Chan, and then quickly wrapped the half of the ghost monk Jin Chan's body. The flame continued to expand its coverage, no matter how the ghost monk Jin Chan dispelled it, it became scarlet. The disappearance of the colored flame never weakened by half.
Earlier when I severely injured the ghost monk Jin Chan with the fire-stripe sword, I left a trace of flame in the ghost monk Jin Chan's body.
This trace of flame comes from the source of the demon fire, which was controlled by me earlier, as far as possible not to emit temperature. At this time, the flame suddenly erupted, and the high temperature emitted did not burn the ghost monk Jin Chan to ashes. It was already considered as powerful as the ghost monk Jin Chan.
"What kind of demon fire are you? How come the temperature is so high that it will not extinguish for a long time." The ghost monk Jin Chan threw away the Raksha stick and shouted at me with his mouth open.
The ghost monk Jin Chan controlled his mana and resisted the attack of the flames, but the pain in his heart caused the ghost monk Jin Chan to let out stern and screams.
"Hurry up and put out the flame, I can admit defeat!"
I ignored the ghost monk Jin Chan, but stared at him coldly.
This guy has no skin and no face. God knows if I put out the flames, he will make a comeback.
"I can't stand it anymore. Do you want to burn me alive? If I am burned alive, we, White Horse Temple, will never let you go."
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After Zen finished speaking, he fell to the ground in pain, screaming at me constantly and horribly.
"You teased me over and over again. This time, I must wait until you can't get up and then stop, lest you continue to repent and cause this fight to continue meaninglessly."
"Enough!" My voice fell, and monk Yuan Zhen's roar suddenly sounded on the high platform.
"Put away your flames. I admit that Jin Chan failed. You won this Wubi victory."
When I heard Monk Yuan Zhen's words, I raised my brow and said loudly: "You all have no credibility, and your words are not counted unless the referee speaks."
"Asshole! Do you dare to say that I have no credibility? Do you know who I am." Monk Yuan Zhen glared, and bright brilliance continued to flash on his hands. It seems that this old thing has been irritated by me. If I didn't care about everyone's comments, it is estimated that Yuan Zhen had already shot me shamelessly.
"Your old man is highly powerful and has the strength of a ninth-level Taoist priest, so I dare not tell lies in front of you. Everything I say is the truth."
"you......"
Without waiting for Yuan Zhen to finish her words, Fang Cunzi said, "Well, Yuan Zhen, don't have an endless argument with a younger generation. I want to remind you that your lover is going to be unable to hold on anymore. Just wait any longer. I'm afraid it will hurt the root if it can be saved."
Yuan Zhen took a deep breath, then glared at me, then suddenly turned and left the platform.
After Yuan Zhen left, the referee on the ring shouted: "I declare that this Wubi Sanxiu Vulcan Tang and Song Dynasty has won!"
When the referee announced the victory, I pinched a magic trick to put away all the flames covering the ghost monk Jin Chan.
At this time, I went to see the ghost monk Jin Chan. The ghost monk Jin Chan's body was burnt by the flames, and he looked very embarrassed.
"You wait, I will take revenge!"
The ghost monk Jin Chan tremblingly raised his arm, and after speaking to me, he tilted his head and fainted on the ring.
"I'm waiting for you, but next time I'm not in the ring, no one will be able to save you."
With everyone watching, I stepped off the ring.
"The Tang and Song benefactors really let their eyes open. The inheritance of Zhu Rong, the god of fire, is indeed powerful."
"Fat monk, there is something wrong with what you said. Vulcan inheritance is powerful, but it is even more powerful.
It should be my cousin himself. In the ring, my cousin is confident and calm, and this calmness is not something everyone has. "
"Hehe..." Nian Youyu let out a string of laughter, and whispered in my ear, "Xuanming is here, it seems that he has already seen the clue."
I looked to my side and saw Xuan Ming stepping towards me.
Coming in front of me, Xuan Ming asked straightforwardly and softly: "You got the inheritance of Zhu Rong?"
"You got the inheritance of Xuan Ming?"
"When I obtained the Xuanming inheritance, Wu told me that the winner of the Zhu Rong inheritance should be respected, and I should assist you in defending China's interests."
"Everyone should work together to unite, the main or auxiliary is not important in my eyes."
"It's important in my eyes!" Xuan Ming took a deep look at me and said, "One of the twelve of us must stand up and lead everyone. If you can't, I will go."
I looked at Xuan Ming and smiled without speaking.
"This year's Wuppi Conference is a good opportunity. If you can win the Wubi Conference, I will follow you. If I can win the Wubi Conference, you will follow me."
"What if neither of us wins the Wuppi Championship?"
"Then wait another half a year. You and I will fight in half a year. If you can beat me, I will fight with you. If I can beat you, you will fight with me."
"Okay, I accept your challenge, but I have to say in advance that I accept your challenge, but I can only represent me, not the three of them."
Hearing what I said, Xuan Ming glanced at the three of Fei Bo. Finally, he said coldly: "As long as you nod your head, the three of them, I have my own way."
"Cool handsome guy, let me ask, if I don't agree with you, what will you do?"
Hou Shexue took two steps forward, stopped in front of Xuan Ming, and asked Xuan Ming softly with a smile on her face.
"Fist is the best way to solve the problem. If you are not convinced, I will use your fist to convince you."
Looking at Xuan Ming's back, Nian Youyu shrugged and said, "I don't like this guy."
"He is too cold, and the poor monk doesn't like him either."
"I'm a little interested in him!" Hou Shexue grinned at Xuan Ming's back, and then said: "I have a chance, I want to talk to him about his ideals in life."
(End of this chapter)