"The little deputy palace master is still very powerful!"

"Although I don't know what that bead is for, the little deputy palace master's Danhuo technique has far surpassed me!"

"We should be able to present three or four colors, but it is impossible to do anything above four!"

Among the onlookers, except for the elders, almost all of them were under the Xuanpin, and they saw with their own eyes that Meng Fan used the Danhuo technique to induce the four or five colors of the moon and night to shine one after another, and even reached the sixth color in one go, showing admiration on his face.

As the chef surnamed Yu said, if you don't recognize art, you don't recognize people, and the strong are worthy of respect!

"Whew!"

After reaching the sixth color in one breath, Meng Fan exhaled.

He raised his eyes and looked at the moonlit night, and sighed that this thing is indeed a treasure, no wonder Fan Guyi was so eager to transmit the message to him at the beginning, asking him to leave this thing, even if this thing is not used for alchemy, it is extremely good to only use it to refine the Dan fire!

"If I can fuse all of the Danhuo essence of Sikong's predecessors, the eighth color is simple for me, but unfortunately it is only two-thirds of the fusion, and it has just been fused, and the heat is still a little worse. ”

Meng Fan muttered in a low voice, the Dan Fire Heart Method was running at high speed in his body, and the several Dan Huo meridians became hot again, if he wanted to continue the seventh color, he needed a more violent Dan Huo, as well as a more subtle and precise Dan Fire control ability, and the requirements for him had already exceeded the Huang Pin Intermediate Rank, the Huang Pin High Rank, almost to the Xuan Pin!

"Seventh color, no problem!"

Meng Fan gritted his teeth, mobilized a large amount of true qi, flowed through the Danhuo meridians, and with a bang, released a blazing Dan Fire that was even better than before, and the bursts of high temperature spread to the west, forcing the onlookers to involuntarily take two steps back, and someone shouted out in a lost voice: "This is Xuanpin Fire!"

At the beginning of Xuanpin, he already has the qualifications to be an elder in the Yuan Dan Master Hall!

This is also the height that those fifteen Danzi intend to achieve within ten years!

After Meng Fan experienced all kinds of accidents and adventures, he had already achieved it easily!

"Boy, work harder, the seven colors are about to appear!"

Fan Guyi pursed the corners of his lips, his face was solemn, and he cheered Meng Fan silently.

At this point in this game, it has nothing to do with getting the moonlit night, it carries too much meaning in it, the newly established Ziyang Palace needs to win this game too much, and Meng Fan also needs to gain a firm foothold in the Ziyang Palace by winning this game!

Otherwise, who would listen to him, the little deputy palace master who suddenly parachuted down?

"Little Deputy Palace Master, come on!"

"You've reached the sixth color, and the seventh color is fine!"

"I'm looking forward to it!"

The five or six elders saw that the seventh color fire had not appeared for a long time, and saw that Meng Fan's forehead was covered with fine sweat under the sun, and his breathing was heavy, and they guessed that Meng Fan's follow-up was weak, and they opened their mouths one after another.

When they accompanied Bai Shanyue to drink in the side hall, they also heard Bai Shanyue say that the first few colors of the moonlit night were relatively simple, but the higher they went, the more difficult it became.

Because the moon night is not something used by low-grade Dan masters at all!

After listening to the voices of these elders to help, some people shouted without knowing the situation.

However, some people heard what the elders were saying, and glanced at them with slanted eyes, but did not make a sound.

"Young lady, your Danshu is amazing, can you see if my brother can do it?"

In the distance, on an elegantly shaped wooden attic, fennel looked through the window lattice, staring at Meng Fan who was holding high the moonlight in the square, holding her little hands tightly, her palms were dripping with sweat, she naturally hoped that Meng Fan could win, and also win the beautiful beauty, so that the people who cheered tightly shut up!

"Don't worry!" Qing Ling walked in front of Fennel, his expression was even more indifferent than that of the Thousand Lights City Lord, and he didn't look interested in the games below, "Meng Fan has just solved his own troubles, the Danhuo meridian is already stable, and the broken bead can't help him, but it will take a certain amount of time later!"

"Oh. Fennel nodded, glanced at Qing Ling, who looked as young as her, but was frighteningly old, and asked, "Little sister, do you know that bead very well?"

"I still understand!" Qing Ling stretched out a few fingers, "In my original boudoir, there were seven such beads inlaid on the wall, corresponding to the Big Dipper, which were given to me by others who wanted to tie my father, and when I couldn't sleep, a ball of Danhuo was thrown over, and the seven stars were all bright, which was very beautiful......"

"Oh, seven!" Qing Ling looked at Qing Ling, who was once wealthy, and opened his mouth in surprise, "It would be nice if I could keep a few." ”

However, after saying this, she regretted it, Qingling is a soul body, obviously the body has long been extinguished, and the Ziyang Palace no longer exists, so how can there be a few left.

Qing Ling waved his hand indifferently: "Listen to Old Man Fan, Ziyang Palace has long been divided by the major forces, and it is impossible to stay all, but I can't guarantee that the one below is mine!"

When Fennel heard this, she also felt that it was very possible, and she really wanted Qing Ling to appear and bring back that moonlit night, saving Meng Fan from being so tormented.

But this is naturally impossible.

Maybe as soon as Qingling appears, someone will snatch it away.

Fennel's worries are not unreasonable, Qiandeng Zhenren wants to completely control Ziyang Xiaogong, and holding Qingling hostage is the most suitable way.

As Qing Ling said, it takes time to show more colors.

As time passed, the moonlit night light that floated on Meng Fan's palm and was wrapped in a large number of high-temperature Dan flames slowly took on the seventh color, which was slightly faint at first, and then became more and more dazzling, making it impossible to look at it directly!

The seventh color, finally reached!

"Good!"

"The little deputy palace master is amazing!"

"Eye-opening!"

A heartfelt cheer rang out from the crowd, which made the scheming elders embarrassed to cheer again.

"This son is really unexpected!"

Bai Shanyue saw that the Thousand Lights City Lord was staring at Meng Fan, who was standing proudly, and nodded quietly in approval.

In his opinion, no matter whether Meng Fan can force out the eighth color in the end, no matter whether the road after Ziyang Xiaogong is bumpy or not, Meng Fan relies on this Danhuo technique to be able to eat in this world.

Fan Guyi, who had lost his arms for some reason, if his arms were still there at this time, Xu would clench his fists tightly, and his heart, which had been undisturbed for most of his life, hung higher and higher in the process of the appearance of the seventh color, and fine sweat oozed from his forehead, and was dried by the slightly cool autumn wind that blew over gently......

Fan Guyi looked at Meng Fan, whose back was already soaked with sweat, and whispered in his heart: "Boy, if you work harder, you will win, and at that time, the old man will give you his treasured Xuanpin Dan robe, and the old man was reluctant to wear it at that time!"

"Little Deputy Palace Master, if you don't feel well, just stop!"

"You see you're sweating, you don't have much strength!"

"Don't hurt your body for something outside your body!"

An abrupt voice sounded, and those elders actually began to persuade Meng Fan to give up.

Naturally, it wasn't that they were really worried about Meng Fan, but that they were scared.

Meng Fan went from one color to seven colors, although it was difficult, but it was not without hope of reaching eight colors, and the rules of eight colors were set by the city lord, once Meng Fan reached the eight colors, even the city lord couldn't say anything, they naturally had nothing to say, Ziyang Xiaogong would get some buffer time to sort out the organizational structure...... Maybe comb them down......

"The eighth color?"

"Brother needs at least eighteen colors!"

Meng Fan took a breath, gritted his teeth, shook his arm, and a ball of Dan fire wrapped in extreme heat gushed out!

He does have this confidence, and he still has hole cards that are useless......

PS: Is the light dust performance okay today? Keep doing well tomorrow. Asking for some tickets, the last one was late a few days ago, and I didn't have the face to ask for tickets. Whining.

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