I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Ji Yongfang cried for a while, then he calmed down, and pointed at the Anlin roar on the altar with tears: "An Lin! It is absolutely what you did, what did you do to me!?"

"enough!"

A light drink interrupted Ji Yongfang’s words.

"Cry and cry again, what is the body!" A middle-aged man with a little anger and loud voice.

Ji Yongfang stared blankly at the man who spoke, closed his mouth, and a line of tears shed, very poor: "Hey, why..."

The elders of the season simply did not want to see the appearance of Ji Yongfang. If they had to accept the power of the holy fire, they would have taken the goods directly from the square.

"This matter has nothing to do with Anlin, maybe... you are really sad..." The elders of the season are helpless.

Ji Yongfang looked a glimpse, and the sorrow came from it, and he could not help but cry again.

The elders of the season looked at the sky and looked no face.

The disciples on the square were also tired and tired, and they massaged their faces and stomachs.

Mo Hai was still laughing and looking at Ji Yongfang with admiration: "Ji brother, crying, I only serve you, but be the first person in the sect!"

The other one is still laughing at the smoke, her smile is low, and now I see Ji Yongfang crying to die, and almost laughed and passed out.

While laughing, Da Yong Ji Yongfang was suspected of murder and tried to "caught her".

Xu Xiaolan looked helplessly to help the smoke to ventilate, lest the smoke really laughed.

"An Lin, since you have not been recognized by the Holy Fire, let's go down."

Just as the scene slowly calmed down, the elder Zhu made a soft voice and played round the road.

Anlin nodded and was about to put Suzaku's fire feathers away. The Suzaku sacred fire above the sky suddenly shone.

"Boom!"

The white sacred flame suddenly burst open, and then turned into a white scorpion look, circling under the stars.

The elders of Zhu Zuzong saw their appearance changed, but the disciples looked at the sky with a stern look.

"The torch is active? What is this?" Chen Xinran, the elder elder, said with a shocked face.

Anlin stood in the altar and did not wait for any movements. The sea of ​​swells violently swelled up, and the white phoenix inside was bursting with joy, and then a force flowed out of it, passing through the sea of ​​air to Anlin’s eyebrows. Then rushed out of the eyebrows and flew to the golden Suzaku Fire Feather.

The golden Suzaku fire feathers slowly solidified, then turned into white feathers, floating in the void.

Tens of thousands of disciples have a slap in the face, including Anlin is also a fog.

"How did it turn white, is this feather discolored?"

"I got fake feathers, so the flame does not recognize?" Anlin suddenly began.

Everyone heard the words and rolled their eyes.

It’s hard to get rid of the smoky smoke and trigger the laughter. I almost laughed and tried to hold the slender willows and let myself fall.

Some well-informed elders looked at the solid white feathers with a look of horror.

"This is... Is this Suzaku really feather?"

"This inflammatory fluctuation is not wrong, and the feather that turns into essence is really Suzaku!"

"How could there be Suzaku Yuki is here, and Anlin’s explicit release was a shadow!"

"There is a force released from his body, which makes the top of the Suzaku Fire Feather become an entity."

"I didn't expect that I would see Suzaku Yuyu here, this is interesting..."

......

The conversations of the elders were not obscured, so most of the disciples had a general understanding of this strange phenomenon.

It doesn't matter what Suzaku is really feathering. In short, it's amazing!

Tens of thousands of disciples once again gathered their eyes on the white man on the altar, with a bit of reverence and fanaticism in his eyes.

Xu Xiaolan smiled and looked at the man who was so eye-catching. He whispered: "I know, how come you will come out when you come here, this is not your style."

Just then, the white Suzaku above the sky began to open his mouth, and the white Suzaku Yuba began to fly toward the sky, flew to the holy fire Suzaku, and was swallowed by it!

An extremely clear whistling sound rang from the mouth of the holy fire Suzaku, and then it was again transformed into a sacred fire.

Everything was calm and calm, as if nothing had happened.

Anlin looked at the holy fire, and the disciples’ elders were also looking at the holy fire, seemingly looking forward to something.

Two minutes passed and nothing happened...

"Oh, eat the king meal?!"

Anlin couldn't help it anymore, and spoke to the holy fire.

"Oh..." A lot of disciples were amused by Anlin’s nonsense, and his heart raised a lot of good feelings.

The smoke again laughed and swayed, and it was blunt to say that Anlin was too interesting. If Xu Xiaolan had already gotten the first move, she would definitely go after it. This made Xu Xiaolan smack a smack of smoke, squinting and not opening.

No way, if she said that she and Anlin have nothing to do, then this girlfriend is too dangerous. But if you go to warn your girlfriend, isn't it disguised to recognize the relationship between the two?

Xu Xiaolan's pretty face was reddish, like a peach blossom in full bloom in the spring breeze, and finally he could only slap his mouth and look elsewhere.

Ji Yongfang finally did not cry very much, red eyes swollen two steps toward An Lin, seeing that An Lin is still rejected by the Suzaku Holy Fire, the heart is slightly comfortable, just want to say a few words.

The flame above the sky suddenly lowered a white beam of light and slammed into Anlin!

"Boom!"

Ji Yongfang was crying a little weak, and this sudden and terrifying shock directly drove him to the ground.

The disciples standing in the distance were also shocked. Fortunately, the elders shot in time, which did not cause any harm.

Everyone looked at Annlin, who was shocked at the center of the altar, and could not speak.

Anlin in the center of the light column did not suffer any harm, and the white brilliance was like a flood of animals, constantly pouring into his body, turning into the most essential inflammatory energy.

"That... is that the power of the Holy Fire?" A disciple blinked his eyes and said to him.

"Should be, I have never seen such a thrilling power in Suzaku Zong for hundreds of years. This is simply unreasonable, the enchanting watched the silence, the genius saw the tears!" A core disciple exclaimed.

"It's too scary, can Anlin hold it?" Some disciples expressed concern.

If the power of the Chinese product Suzaku's fire feathers is given a touch of water, the strength of the top grade of the Suzaku Fire Feather is wet, and the power of Anlin is given by water.

Ji Yongfang was forced and muttered: "How could this be, how could this be..."

An Lin was also forced, looking at the Suzaku holy fire to discuss: "Please slow down, too fast, my body can not stand."

Ji Yongfang heard the words vomiting blood ~www.readwn.com~ even many sects are also a boring chest.

The elders of Suzaku also rolled their eyes, but did not interrupt the matter.

Anlin can feel the influx of holy inflammation into the body, the fusion of the four great fires and the holy inflammation, becoming more pure and solid, faintly developing to a higher level.

At the same time, there was a white sanitis in the sea of ​​air.

The phoenix in the sea of ​​air screamed and rushed to those holy sacred.

An Qilin is also a bright eye, open the mouth and pilgrimage.

The two have a short-lived peace. Now that they have become competitive, they have started to fight again.

Booming...

The sea is tumbling, the white flames are raging, and the thunder is blasting.

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