Chapter 115 How many strange fires do I have, how many strange fires do you have?
Su Qian and others looked at each other, somewhat confused about the current situation.
A powerful soul emerged from Xiao Yan's ring, claiming to be Han Feng's teacher.
But the tone between Han Feng and this soul body did not reflect the harmony between master and disciple, but only endless estrangement.
"Teacher, no wonder I can't find you. It turns out you went to the Jiama Empire. It's really easy for me to find you!"
Han Feng's solemn voice came out word by word.
Immediately afterwards.
His cold eyes turned to Xiao Yan again: "Teacher, you are really hypocritical! You keep saying that the Burning Technique is dangerous, but why did you teach it to your dear new apprentice?"
"Junior brother, you must have achieved such success thanks to the complete version of the Burning Technique!"
"I wonder how far your Burning Technique has grown?"
Han Feng seemed to deliberately show the gap between himself and Xiao Yan in front of Yao Lao.
"My Burning Technique has reached a high-level Xuan level! My dear junior brother, what about you?"
Judging by time, Xiao Yan can swallow a few beast fires, which is already remarkable.
If you can't hold it to death, you will only be a high-ranking Huang-level person.
"Wow!"
As Han Feng spoke, he spread his right hand, and the dark blue flame spread slowly like clear sea water, with faint ripples like water waves.
"Strange fire?"
The elders and students of Canaan College all looked shocked.
Han Feng actually had one of this rare and strange flame!
"Teacher, did you see that I conquered a strange fire with my own efforts!"
Han Feng's feminine face was slightly distorted: "My little junior brother can grow to this point at such an age only because of the complete version of Burning Jue!"
"If you taught me the Burning Technique, I might be a Dou Zun or a Dou Saint now!"
"I can't compare to him!"
When Yao Lao heard Han Feng's crazy words, he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.
"Um...Senior Brother Han, you seem to have misunderstood. My growth has little to do with Burning Jue." Xiao Yan touched his nose and said sheepishly.
"Haha, don't you, you know what's going on."
Han Feng sneered and said: "After I subdued Hai Xinyan, the Burning Technique evolved to the advanced Xuan level. Your Burning Technique should still be at the Yellow level, right?"
Even the incomplete Burning Jue is like this. If he had the complete version of Burning Jue, Dou Zun would definitely start!
"My Burning Technique is already at a high level at the heaven level, but my growth in strength really has nothing to do with the Burning Technique." Xiao Yan said shyly.
"Haha." Han Feng sneered.
Is Xiao Yan's Burning Technique advanced to the heaven level?
Fart!
The growth of Xiao Yan's strength has nothing to do with Burning Jue?
Even more fart!
"Snapped!"
Xiao Yan snapped his fingers, and flames of different colors flashed around him.
"Xuanhuang Yan?!"
Han Feng's pupils shrank suddenly.
"Fallen Heart Flame!"
"Netherworld Poison Fire!"
"Wind, thunder and anger!"
Looking at the strange fires that appeared one after another, there was deathly silence between heaven and earth.
Everyone's eyes were full of shock.
Four strange fires!
Immediately afterwards...
"Spirit fire of all beasts!"
Five flowers!
"Gui Ling Earth Fire!"
Six flowers!
"The flame of living things!"
Seven flowers!
"More!" Su Qian opened her mouth blankly.
"Volcanic stone flame?"
Eight flowers!
"Fire Cloud and Water Flame?"
Nine flowers!
Flames kept rising, like a gorgeous flame platter.
It's not over yet!
"Hai Xinyan!"
"Ten flowers!"
"Nine Nether Golden Ancestral Fire!"
"Eleven flowers!"
"Nine Nether Wind Flames!"
"Twelve flowers!"
When Xiao Yan snapped his fingers for the last time, the Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Fire emerged in shock.
"Thirteen flowers!" Su Qian was stunned!
Han Feng was stupid!
Everyone looked like fools, staring blankly at the burning flames!
Thirteen strange fires? !
Looking at Han Feng staying there, Xiao Yan shrugged helplessly.
"My good senior brother, how can you compare with me? How many strange fires do I have, how many strange fires do you have?"
The Hai Xinyan in Han Feng's palm was floating alone, making him look like a clown.
"You...how do you have so many strange fires!" Han Feng screamed in horror.
Especially when he saw Hai Xinyan and Fallen Xinyan in Xiao Yan's strange fire.
this……
How can this be!
"It fell from the sky, do you believe it?" Xiao Yan put away the flame with a smile.
After the attack on Han Feng was completed, it was time to send his good senior brother to hell!
"Three Mysterious Transformations of Heavenly Fire!"
Xiao Yan formed a seal with his hands, and flames burned and condensed into the color of glass.
One Star Douzong!
Two Star Douzong!
…
Five-star fighting sect!
Xiao Yan's aura climbed to the level of Five-Star Douzong, and Han Feng and others turned pale with horror.
"Teacher, I know you can't do it, so let your disciple clean up the house for you!"
Xiao Yan disappeared in a flash, and before anyone could see clearly, Han Feng's back protruded.
Han Feng turned his head in shock and looked at Xiao Yan's delicate face with despair.
quick!
Too fast!
Even the powerful Douzong men he has seen do not have such speed!
"puff!"
Red blood spurted from Han Feng's back, and then his body fell straight down.
"Bang!"
Han Feng hit the floor hard, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his vision was blurred.
Is this what death feels like?
"Senior Brother Han, I accept your Hai Xinyan!"
Xiao Yan stepped on Han Feng's chest and brutally pulled Hai Xinyan out.
"swallow!"
The spirit fire of all beasts surged out and roared, decomposing Hai Xinyan into pure fighting spirit.
boom!
The fighting energy in Xiao Yan's body exploded.
Douzong!
"So that's it, that's it..." Han Feng laughed miserably and moved his head.
No more anger left.
Looking at Han Feng who was getting colder, Yao Lao didn't feel any joy, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
Once upon a time, he indeed treated Han Feng as his own son.
The Burning Technique was so dangerous that he didn't even dare to try it himself, let alone Han Feng.
But Han Feng actually thought that he wanted to hide his secrets, so he united with the Soul Palace to take his life.
The results of it? Until his death, he could only upgrade Burning Technique to a high level of Xuan level.
Not as good as the technique he gave Han Feng!
Pitiful!
Sad!
"Xiao Yanzi, put away his body." Yao Lao slipped back into the ring in a dark voice.
"withdraw!"
Fan Qi and the others retreated in fear and disappeared into the distant sky in the blink of an eye.
"It's a pity that we didn't keep those bastards!" Hu Qian said fiercely.
Especially Fan Qi, who once kidnapped female students from Canaan College and put them up for auction at the Eight Gates.
Su Qian and others have long wanted to take his life!
“Bang!”
A black shadow suddenly fell from a distance, shattering the floor into pieces.
Everyone took a deep breath.
"Fan tuberculosis?!"
"Bang!"
There was another loud noise.
The master of the eight gates, Yuan Yi!
"Bang!"
The leader of Diyan Sect, Madarao!
“Boom!”
A slim figure swooped down, grabbed the heads of the gold and silver elders, slammed them into the floor, and then crushed them to pieces.
Su Qian and others were so shocked that they turned into sculptures. After a while, they let out a shocked shout.
"Zi Yan?!"
(End of chapter)