Reverend Insanity

Time passed, Zheng Shanchuan finally took the final steps, and the insect prototype in the fire group became clearer.

For the sake of insurance, he looked again at the source and saw that the other party had just finished that step, blending the six materials together.

At this point, Zheng Shanchuan also had to admire the steadiness of the source: “Unfortunately, this victory is mine after all. Sunday trick, I got it!! ”

Zheng Shanchuan shone a confident light, but at the moment he retracted his gaze, Fangyuan suddenly laughed: “Ha ha, Zheng Shanchuan, you defeated, watch my refinery kill! ”

“What?” Zheng Shanchuan shook his heart and quickly turned his eyes to the source.

Then he saw Fangyuan take out a worm and crush it before his eyes.

For a moment, Zheng Yanchuan's eyes shrunk to the size of a needle tip, almost jumping.

He yelled at Fang Yuan: "You! You crushed the Sunday trick!! ”

The voice had just fallen and the fire group in his hand was unstable and volatile, reaching a critical point and exploding abruptly.

The explosion was not very powerful, but after the explosion, ash painted Zheng Shanchuan Qingxiu's face black, as if it were coal, extremely wolfish.

Zheng Shanchuan stood there like a stone statue.

Such a shock, only between rabbits and magpies!

The audience breathed silently for a few breaths, which only reacted. They were all loud and noisy, causing a huge wave.

“What a fierce, spicy magician! ”

“I actually crushed the Green Sunday trick directly, and let Zheng Shanchuan's heart fail, the refining trick fails, and the credit is lost! ”

“The capital of this square is too deep to turn the situation around once and for all. If Zheng Shanchuan fails, he must be refined again. Fang Yuan's advantage is too great, even if Zheng Shanchuan repeats the refining process just now, it is not expected to catch up with the above Yuan. ”

“More importantly, he just crushed one of his tricks and could not be judged for malicious interference with each other! ”

“Oops, oops! I can't believe he did this. This is happening!” The old man Qishan panicked at this moment as well.

Zheng Shanchuan was so devastated, so suddenly, it took him half a day to calm down.

By the time he regained his mood and started refining, Fangyuan had taken the final step.

There is no more suspense in this battle, which ends with the victory of Fangyuan.

“Wonderful, wonderful.” People don't care about themselves, they're excited to say it.

“Zheng Yanchuan still ate his young loss and now buried himself for the rest of his life. Alas...” It's a shame.

Of course, there are also people who are happy, such as Anqing, but as a great devotee, famous and decent, he can only steal pleasure from his heart, and on the face of it, he shushes, expressing sympathy for Zheng Shanchuan's suffering.

The gambling was over, Fangyuan slowly stood up, but Zheng Shanchuan stared at the still flame in his hand.

He lost!

Lose your whole life, your great future, to a mysterious magician in a fight.

How did that happen? What should we do?

Zheng Shanchuanton felt that his future was bleak and dazzling.

“Please be happy, seniors! My teacher and apprentice had no idea of Tarzan and offended him. Senior adults are plentiful, please forgive him if he is still young. Old people are willing to take their place, and they are more willing to give up all their savings in exchange for the freedom of the little ones. Please be merciful, show mercy, show mercy ”

The elderly Qishan suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed in all directions.

The old man's head slammed on the floor brick, making a banging noise, and not long later, his face was covered in blood.

“Master, Master!” Zheng Shanchuan woke up and hurried over to the old man in Fuqishan.

But the elderly Qishan was stubborn at this moment, pushing his lover away, and tried his best to kowtow, crying and begging.

“Master...” Zheng Shanchuan wept, banging, kneeling on the ground, but facing the elderly Qishan.

There is nothing immobile about being watched by others.

The main face of the Palace of Fly Frost shows its sympathy.

I laughed in the cold.

But the battle has come to an end. Is it repentant in front of all eyes? Unless Fang Yuan leaves them alone, Fang Yuan is a fierce and spicy magic trick, and Zheng Shanchuan is young, but has a master of refinery. How could Fang Yuan let go?

Even the righteous magicians did not give Zheng Shanchuan a second thought at this moment.

The cruel side of the Manipulation Congress suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

But the next moment, Fang Yuan said to the old man Qishan: “Leave him alone, it's not impossible. ”

Cold smile stops, the field is quiet.

“What?” Zheng Yanchuan stunned.

Old Qishan first reacted and looked forward to it: “Thank you, Senior Master, for including Haihan! ”

Fang Yuan laughed. The tone was very gentle: “People are good, they are good with themselves. ”

Everyone listens, and they all look like shit.

Isn't that a lie? Who just crushed the Sunday trick and defeated a young man?

Cold and stunned, my heart shouted, “Hey, are you still a magician? Get your heart out of my face! What you say is not cold at all, it's too disgraceful, isn't it?! ”

Fangyuan turned and said: "But if you offend me, you will be punished. ”

Everybody, this is the only way out.

Relax and roar with joy: “Oh, I see, I want to play with the feelings of these disciples. Ha-ha-ha, that's right, that's the way it works! ”

Zheng Shanchuan is tight.

Old Qishan began to kowtow again, shouting: "Please have mercy, please have mercy! ”

“Well, I won't call you a slave for life. I'll just let you do three things for me. But you don't seem qualified to work for me right now. As for what these three things are, heh, I didn't really think about it either. Maybe all my life, I won't let you do anything. Maybe I'll let you do three things in a row the next minute. It all depends on my mood.” Fangyuan Xuxu tunnel.

His voice was not high, but the whole place was quiet and he was listening to him.

The old man Qishan relieved himself and exchanged tears. He shouted: "Thank you for your mercy! ”

Zheng Shanchuan also prostrated himself: "Thank you for your kindness. ”

It is undoubtedly much easier to do only three things than to be a slave for life. Central America is still dominated by the right way. If Zheng Shanchuan holds the position of a magician's slave in the future, even if he has the talent to refine, he will not be able to come forward.

And doing three things is just a deal. The covenant between the righteous and the magician is nothing. Zheng Shanchuan's future remains bright.

Looking at Dade's apprentice at his feet, Fang Yuanhaha laughed and ordered, "You two bite the tip of your tongues and give me a copy of your tongue tip blood. ”

Old Qishan and Zheng Shanchuan glanced at each other and broke the tip of their tongues with anxiety and gave blood to the source.

Square reaches out his right hand and holds his five fingers together, pinching both pieces of blood in his palm.

Then he slowly moved his hand, grinding his five fingers, and he actually scattered a black smoke from between his fingers.

After the choking black smoke dispersed, Fangyuan opened his palm and two insects appeared.

Elderly Qishan and Zheng Shanchuan stared at each other, and the two worms were a pair of four-wheeled tricks.

The whole scene was amazing.

The power of the square source is so powerful that between a few breaths, a pair of four-wheeled tricks are refined.

“It's a bloodline refining! There's such an amazing way to refine blood!” The high echelons of Frost Pavilion are all tinted.

Even the magicians outside the field showed a very unscrupulous gaze.

Blood is notorious, worse than soul burning! Everyone in the right path shouts and even the magic itself is not tolerated.

“This pair of twists and turns can sense each other. You guys take one, I'll take one. If there is anything you need to do in the future, I will send someone with this bloodworm as a letter. Two bloodworms, capable of sensing each other and distinguishing between true and false. Even if you die in the future, the promise of these three things will be extended to your children, your disciples and other descendants. Would you like to? If not, be my slave.” Fang Yuandao.

“Yes, yes.” Old Qishan hastily promised.

As soon as Fangyuan's palms trembled, he threw one of the blood worms at the old man in Qishan.

Another trick thrown at Zheng Shanchuan.

When Zheng Shanchuan received this trick, the whole person was stupid and stuttered: “This, is this the Green Week trick? ”

Fangyuan stood idly by to put away another bloodthirsty worm. Haha laughed. "You don't really think I pinched the Orchard? ”

Smiling, he left behind a bunch of stubborn magicians, turning around and leaving.

Zheng Shanchuan looked silly at Fangyuan and left, while the elderly Qishan cautiously put away the bloodworm. He wouldn't dare break that promise. It is not only the Frost Pavilion, but the entire cultivation congress behind it that testifies.

All fights, including this one, will be recorded. The top 10 ancient factions in Central Africa, and even all those who participated in the Congress, testified against them.

“Master, the wound on your head needs to be healed quickly.” Zheng Shanchuan stood up and raised the elderly Qishan worried.

“Go, go. Don't stay here long!” Qishan elderly people were really frightened by the means of the source, hurried to urge their loved ones to leave this place.

As a result, Zheng Shanchuan dropped out and stopped participating in all the next competitions.

But he got the Green Sunday trick, and he did what he was supposed to do.

Afterwards, Qishan elderly man took advantage of the matter to teach Zheng Shanchuan a lesson, explaining to him how the formula means is harsh, it was a touch of the human heart, and then served Zheng Shanchuan with the Mingfei Frost Pavilion, how jealous of Hyung Yan energy, secretly pushed the boom.

After this incident, Zheng Shanchuan matured and finally realized his superficial skin, as well as the dangers of the rivers and lakes. Later on, for the most part, he turned around to heal the elderly in Qishan, while improving the refinement and cultivation, and being a low-key person. At the age of 53, he healed the poison wounds of the elderly Qishan. By the age of 88, he had achieved the achievements of a refinery master in silence. In his later years, he returned to the eastern coast of Central America and opened a small doorman, taking two words from his name, called Yamakawa-do.

He lived a hundred and fifty years, but never attended a rehearsal tournament in his entire life.

The promise of those three things is the last word.