Fights Break Sphere: A strange fire a day, Yao Lao collapsed

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.

However, the tone between Han Feng and this soul body did not show the harmony between a master and a disciple. Instead, there was only endless estrangement.

"Teacher, no wonder I couldn't find you. It turns out you ran to the Jia Ma Empire. It was so hard for me to find you!"

Han Feng's grim voice uttered word by word.

Followed by.

His cold gaze turned to Xiao Yan again: "Teacher, you are so hypocritical! You keep saying that the Burning Art is dangerous, but why did you teach it to your dear new disciple?"

"Junior brother, your achievements should be all due to the complete version of the Burning Technique!"

"I wonder how far your Burning Technique has grown?"

Han Feng seemed to be intentionally showing the gap between himself and Xiao Yan in front of Yao Lao.

"My Burning Technique has reached the advanced level of the Mystical Stage! My dear junior brother, how about you?"

Judging from the time, it would be amazing if Xiao Yan could swallow a few beast fires.

At best, it's only advanced yellow rank.

"Wow!"

As Han Feng spoke, he spread out his right hand, and a deep blue flame slowly spread out like clear sea water, with faint ripples like water waves.

"Strange fire?"

The elders and students of Canaan College were all shocked.

Han Feng actually possesses one of these rare and strange flames!
"Teacher, did you see that? I have subdued a strange fire through my hard work!"

Han Feng's feminine face twisted a little bit: "My junior brother can grow to this point at this age, all thanks to the complete version of the Burning Technique!"

"If you had taught me the Burning Technique, I might have become a Dou Zun or Dou Sheng now!"

"How can I be inferior 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 the Burning Art." Xiao Yan touched his nose and said embarrassedly.

"Haha, you know what's going on, right?"

Han Feng sneered and said, "After I subdued the Sea Heart Flame, my Burning Art evolved to the advanced Xuan level. Your Burning Art should still be at the Huang level, right?"

Even the incomplete Burning Art is so bad, if he had the complete version of the Burning Art, he would definitely be a Dou Zun!
“My Burning Art has already reached the advanced Heaven Rank, but the growth of my strength really has nothing to do with the Burning Art.” Xiao Yan said shyly.

"Haha." Han Feng sneered.

Is Xiao Yan's Burning Art at the advanced Heaven Rank?
fart!

Xiao Yan’s growth in strength has nothing to do with the Burning Art?

It's bullshit!

"Snapped!"

Xiao Yan snapped his fingers lightly, and flames of different colors flashed around him.

"Xuan Huang Yan?!"

Han Feng's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Fallen Heart Flame!"

"Netherworld Poison Fire!"

"Furious Flame of Wind and Thunder!"

Looking at the strange fires that appeared one after another, there was a dead silence between heaven and earth.

There was a look of horror in everyone's eyes.

Four strange fires!

Immediately afterwards...

"Spiritual Fire of Ten Thousand Beasts!"

Five!

"Turtle Spirit Earth Fire!"

Six!

"The flame of living things!"

Seven!

"And more!" Su Qian opened his mouth blankly.

"Volcanic stone flame?"

Eight flowers!

"Fire Cloud Water Flame?"

Nine flowers!

Flames kept rising up, like a gorgeous flame platter.

It's not over yet!

"Hai Xinyan!"

"Ten!"

"Nine Nether Golden Ancestral Fire!"

"Eleven!"

"Nine Nether Wind Flames!"

"Twelve!"

When Xiao Yan snapped his fingers for the last time, the Nine Dragons Thunder Fire emerged in a shocking manner.

"Thirteen flowers!" Su Qian was stunned!

Han Feng was stunned!

Everyone was like fools, staring blankly at the burning flames!
Thirteen strange fires? !

Looking at Han Feng who was standing there, Xiao Yan shrugged helplessly.

"My dear senior brother, what are you competing with me for? How many Strange Fires do I have, and how many Strange Fires do you have?"

The Sea Heart Flame in Han Feng's palm was floating alone, making him look like a clown.

"You...how come you have so many strange fires!" Han Feng screamed in horror.

In particular, he also saw the Sea Heart Flame and the Fallen Heart Flame among Xiao Yan's strange fires.

This……

how can that be!

"Do you believe it fell from the sky?" Xiao Yan smiled and put away the flame.

Now that Han Feng has been attacked, the next step is to send this good senior brother of his to hell!

"Three Mysterious Transformations of Heavenly Fire!"

Xiao Yan formed seals with his hands, and flames burst into flames, condensing into the color of colored glaze.

One Star Douzong!
Two Star Douzong!

……

Five-star fighting sect!

Xiao Yan's aura climbed to the level of a five-star Dou Zong, and Han Feng and the others were horrified.

"Teacher, I know you can't do it, so let me clean up the mess for you!"

Xiao Yan disappeared in a flash, and before anyone could see clearly, Han Feng's back bulged out.

Han Feng turned his head in horror and looked at Xiao Yan's handsome face, feeling extremely desperate.

fast!
too fast!
Even the Dou Zong masters he had seen did not have such speed!

"puff!"

Bright red blood gushed out from Han Feng's back, and then his body fell straight down.

"Oh!"

Han Feng fell heavily to the ground, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his vision became blurred.

Is this what death feels like?

"Brother Han, I accept your Sea Heart Flame!"

Xiao Yan stepped on Han Feng's chest and violently pulled out the Sea Heart Flame.

"swallow!"

The spiritual fire of thousands of beasts rushed out, roaring and decomposing the sea heart flame into pure fighting spirit.

boom!
The fighting spirit in Xiao Yan exploded.

Douzong!

"So that's how it is, so..." Han Feng laughed bitterly and tilted his head.

There is no more air to vent.

Looking at Han Feng who was gradually getting colder, Yao Lao felt no joy at all and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Once upon a time, he really treated Han Feng as his own son.

The Burning Technique was so dangerous that he himself didn't even dare to try it, let alone give it to Han Feng.

But Han Feng thought that he was trying to hide his secrets, so he teamed up with the Soul Palace to take his life.

What was the result? Until his death, he only raised the Burning Technique to the advanced level of the Mysterious Stage.

It’s not as good as the martial arts he gave to Han Feng!

Pitiful!
sad!

"Xiao Yanzi, put his body away." Yao Lao put his ring back into the ring gloomily.

"withdraw!"

Fan Lao and his companions retreated in fear, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the distant horizon.

"What a pity that we didn't leave those bastards behind!" Hu Qian said viciously.

Especially that Fan Lao, 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!
"Oh!"

A black shadow suddenly fell from a distance, smashing the floor into pieces.

Everyone took a deep breath.

"Fan Lao?!"

"Oh!"

There was another loud noise.

The leader of the Eight Gates, Yuan Yi!

"Oh!"

The leader of the Diyan Sect, Mr. Ban!
"Boom!"

A slender figure swooped down, grabbed the heads of the two elders, Jin and Yin, slammed them heavily into the floor, and then crushed them to pieces.

Su Qian and the others were so shocked that they seemed to turn into sculptures. After a long while, they let out a loud cry of shock.

"Zi Yan?!"

(End of this chapter)