I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

An Lin looked at the slowly waning Guangyan, and slowly stood up straight and stretched out.

The square was a little quiet. People seemed to forget the cheers and applause. They just stared at Anlin, seemingly worried that Anlin had a backhand to scare them.

Anlin smiled and paid tribute to the tens of thousands of disciples and elders in the square. This was a bit of an unwillingness to step down the altar.

ended?

The disciples reacted, and the atmosphere of the Holy Fire Square was instantly detonated. Tens of thousands of disciples applauded and celebrated, and some even called out the name of An Lin.

After all, Anlin was a disciple of Suzaku, and he was his own. Therefore, although they are somewhat envious, they also express their blessings and exclamations at this time.

Anlin went to Mohai and others, and he sat down with satisfaction: "This harvest is not bad."

Lu Jia’s face was slightly pumped, and he was dissatisfied: “Please... you are called harvesting, what is it! If you are not bad, then isn’t the old man a special poor household?”

Mo Hai looked at An Lin with a look of admiration and said: "At first you said that you have to return to the virtual world within ten years. I thought you were just trying to force yourself, but now I am trusting. You are my brother. It’s too powerful! It’s so rich, don’t forget!”

An Lin smiled happily: "Do not worry, I will cover you later!"

At this moment, the voice of the great elder Chen Xinran sounded again: "The fourth, Ji Yongfang, please go to the altar!"

After Ji Yongfang heard the voice, his heart shook and he recovered from the previous defeat.

He glanced at An Lin, and his heart rose very strongly, but he could no longer raise the idea of ​​confrontation.

He went to the altar, which should have been a high-profile moment. The disciples around him were still talking about Anlin's affairs, and kept turning his eyes to Anlin outside the altar.

Ji Yongfang gritted his teeth and put out the virtual shadow of the Suzaku fire feather. This is the red fire feather, which means that its grade is Chinese, which is the same as Lu Jia.

The onlookers did not have many unexpected looks. Ji Yongfang was only the beginning of the gods. Even with special secret treasures, it is difficult to defeat the Tianyan-level beasts. Therefore, the Chinese-style Suzaku fire feathers are in line with his strength.

The arguments of the Holy Fire Square gradually calmed down, which is a respect for the genius disciples of Zongmen.

Everyone is looking at the Suzaku Holy Fire and looking forward to the sacred fire.

Ji Yongfang is also looking at the Suzaku's holy fire with a look of nervousness. He always prays for the Holy Fire to recognize himself, otherwise he will be defeated...

I don't know if it is an illusion. Everyone thinks that the pure white flame above the sky is a bit wilting, as if after a big fight, it was hollowed out.

A mysterious ripple suddenly came to the end, and the Chinese product Suzaku fire feathers attracted the sky and merged with the holy fire.

Ji Yongfang clenched his fists, his body trembled slightly, and his heart was ecstatic.

Success, finally succeeded!

The elders on the elders’ seat were also slightly relieved, but fortunately their son’s face was not lost.

As the Suzaku Fire Feather and the Holy Fire merged, a white brilliance began to fly to Ji Yongfang.

This brilliance, like the same white smoke, slowly attached to Ji Yongfang's body surface and began to dissipate after ten seconds.

Ji Yongfang is a chicken.

The audience was silent.

Countless disciples have widened their eyes and looked at Ji Yongfang at the center of the altar.

"I didn't read it wrong. Didn't he use the Chinese product Suzaku Fire Feather? How did Shengyan Guanghua last for ten seconds and it didn't last for a minute?!"

"Not only is there a small amount of time, but the amount of holy light that is guided by the unit time seems to be particularly small."

"In this way, it seems that only the next product, Zhuque Huoyu, is this phenomenon?"

"The next product, Suzaku Fire Feather? Ah, how long has the Zongmen not seen the next product, Zhuque Huoyu..."

"Poor season brother..."

......

On the elders, the elders of the season slammed the table: "What the **** is going on?!"

The rest of the elders face each other and look like a face.

Finally, the great elder Chen Xinran gave a light cough and explained with a higher volume: "You didn't look at the holy fire, the brightness is a little bleak, it may be helpful when Anlin condenses the holy inflammation, consumes too much energy, is too tired, So this happens."

Chen Xinran’s words flowed through the square like Qingquan. It is not so much an explanation for the elders of the season, but rather an explanation given to tens of thousands of disciples.

The disciples were shocked and could they explain this?

But it sounds good!

Ji Yongfang also heard Chen Xinran's explanation, and the whole head creaked.

He was confused and murmured: "How could this be... how could this be... why is it always me who is injured..."

I don't know if it's because of crying habits, and the two lines of tears flow out of my eyes again, and I can't stop.

He looked at An Lin with a look of resentment and shouted: "Everyone blames you! Why do you blame me, I want to give you a pot, I am innocent!"

Anlin rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to Ji Yongfang.

Mo Hai sighed sadly: "Hey... the brother of the season, you don't stand on the stupid. The lesser the sacred sac is, it only shows that you are not lucky. I am also very good as a younger brother." Sad! But it doesn't get you after all, don't get it, come on!"

Many disciples originally had some sympathy for Ji Yongfang. Now, when they heard Mo Hai’s words, they couldn’t help but laugh out, because this is what Ji Yongfang said to An Lin before.

Ji Yongfang listened to Mo Hai and his words and the laughter of some disciples, and suffered a crit. He was so angry that he almost fainted.

He bit his teeth and walked down the altar with some swaying, screaming at Mo Hai: "You shouldn't be too happy too early, Suzaku's holy fire is wilting, do you think you can escape, the next one is you, I am waiting to watch the show!"

Mo Hai’s look is stagnation and he will never be happy again.

I rely on! Ji Yongfang said that it makes sense, what should I do? !

He looked at An Lin with a bitter face: "Brother, I am miserable by you!"

An Lin’s mouth was slightly pumped, and he raised his head and counted the stars, pretending not to hear.

Ji Yongfang sneered: "Oh, Anlin’s younger brother is really harmless, selfish, and only cares about absorbing the sacred fire, but it hurts the genius of Suzaku who is behind us!"

He deliberately used the fairy to spread the voice and let the words spread throughout the square.

Many disciples know that Ji Yongfang deliberately directed against Anlin and expressed dissatisfaction.

However, some people have remained silent, because Ji Yongfang’s words also have some truth. Although the sacred fire can be controlled, it is not controlled by Anlin, but in terms of results, it does affect the absorption of the sacred genius of the later ancestors.

The voice of the great elder Chen Xinran sounded again: "The fifth, Mo Hai, please go to the altar!"

Mo Hai smiled and patted An Lin's shoulder. "My brother, I have a lot of adults, I don't blame you. After all, you let Ji Yongfang cry twice. I am very happy, hahaha..."

An Lin: "..."

Ji Yongfang’s chest was boring, and an old blood was in his heart.

Mo Hai went to the altar and released the top of the Zhuque fire feathers.

The flame once again ignited the fire feathers and then swallowed them.

Mo Hai, who saw this scene, took a sigh of relief. At least there is no need for bachelor. The amount of Shengyan Guanghua that can get a Chinese fire feather or a lower fire feather is also good.

The Suzaku Holy Fire shines brightly, and a white Huaguang is coming to Mohai.

This light made Mo Hai's body seem to be covered with a layer of white gauze, which was extremely strong and powerful, and kept pouring into his body.

Mo Hai licked his eyes and stayed a little. This amount seems to be a bit more.

The rest of the disciples also found this problem. Mo Haiyan’s brilliance is as good as Yang Yuan’s, and there is no sign of any weakening.

An Lin smiled slightly, and he did not drag on Mo Hai.

As for Ji Yongfang, it was once again a dull face and a big mouth.

In the end, the time of the white brilliance lasted for three minutes, and it slowly dissipated.

Um~www.readwn.com~ It’s really no different from Yang Yuan’s Yan Guang Guang Hua, it’s normal!

The scene once again fell into silence, obviously normal, but the expression of everyone is very exciting.

The elders of the season frowned and said: "How is it normal? Is there someone targeting my son?"

Chen Xinran took a deep breath: "After a certain period of rest, the holy fire should be slowed down, so the current Sanyan Guanghua will return to normal."

His words spread throughout the square.

Tens of thousands of disciples heard it, no problem, very reasonable!

Ji Yongfang heard Chen Xinran's explanation, and the whole person was once again stupid in the same place, his head creaking.

He was confused and looked at Mo Hai, then looked up at the holy fire and muttered: "How could this be... how could this be... why is it always me who is injured..."

Endless grievances poured into my heart, and he cried again, his eyes flushed, and he cried like a child of more than one hundred kilograms. Please search for "" or enter the URL: