Chapter 80 A shocking word
As for whether Han Xiaowu can really escape, the Wang family father and son are not very sure in their hearts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
After all, they were facing hundreds of monks, and among these monks, there were many strong people, and just one of them was not something that any ordinary cultivator could resist.
Can Han Xiaowu, the master of the Northern Shaotang, escape? Wang Tuo and his father could only pray silently in their hearts.
What else should I do? In such a situation, no one except a strong enough monk will have the ability to turn things around, which is a certain death.
It's just that what the Wang family father and son didn't expect was that Han Xiaowu didn't plan to escape: "Uncle Wang, Wang Tuo, don't worry, I won't leave you alone and escape, besides, even if I want to escape, I'm afraid I don't have that strength, hehe." ”
Seeing Han Xiaowu, the master of the North Shaotang, let out a bitter smile, the father and son of the Wang family sighed in their hearts, alas, thinking that Han Xiaowu, the master of the North Shaotang, is so talented, but unfortunately he is going to fall here today, and the sky has no eyes.
Although Xiao Hei is also aware of the situation at this time, he is more unconvinced, how many people are there? Amazing with a bunch of powerful monks? It's a big deal, and the net will be broken.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, them." Xiao Hei seems to be coaxing, but he is actually extremely annoyed.
At this moment, those monks who were ready to make a move had already blocked Fan Zhitian behind them.
And Fan Zhitian, who was murderous, was impatient for a long time, and he opened his mouth and said, "What are you waiting for?" Hurry up and kill the garbage of this Holy Fire Hall, whoever is the first to make a move, Ben Shao will reward him with a drop of the source of ten thousand fires. ”
Compared to getting the chance of surviving, everyone obviously attached more importance to getting a drop of the source of ten thousand fires, and as soon as Fan Zhitian's conditions were given, it was not surprising that the faces of everyone present changed, and they all looked greedy.
Even Yan Zheng, one of the Seven Heroes of the Spirit Fire, was no exception, and he trembled a little.
The purpose of Yan Zheng's trip is to be for the source of ten thousand fires, for the source of ten thousand fires, he can give up many of the principles of being a human being before, including killing for the source of ten thousand fires.
Because, Yan Zheng is now in urgent need of a drop of the source of ten thousand fires, and the importance of this drop of the source of ten thousand fires is even more important to Yan Zheng than his own life.
However, Yan Zheng has loved talents very much all his life, especially when he meets juniors like Han Xiaowu, who can have super-level skills at a young age, not only that, but Han Xiaowu still has a super second-order that is more difficult to infuse, which makes Yan Zheng cherish talents even more.
If he killed a young monk with a super second order for the sake of a drop of the source of ten thousand fires, it would make Yan Zheng feel painful.
But right now, how important a drop of the source of ten thousand fires is, only Yan Zheng knows in his heart.
"Could it be that I, Yan Zheng, really want to erase a rare genius for the sake of something outside my body? Can I do this? Yan Zheng was struggling inside, and this struggle made him very painful.
But everyone couldn't give Yan Zheng too much time to struggle, because at this time, everyone was ready to attack in groups, and one person was already the first to strike.
"Stop!" The situation was urgent, Yan Zheng was struggling in his heart, and hurriedly dodged in front of Han Xiaowu, and faced Fan Zhitian, who was protected by a monk.
"Patriarch Yan? Please don't deprive us of our chance to survive. "When the crowd was forced to stop attacking, someone began to plead.
"Patriarch Yan, what are you doing here? Please get out of the way. ”
"Patriarch Yan, this disciple of the Holy Fire Hall must die today, if he doesn't die, we will die, please Patriarch Yan give us a way to live."
"Yan Patriarch ,......"
"Yan Patriarch ,......"
……
Everyone begged each other, and Yan Zheng looked at Fan Zhitian opposite, and after a pause, he finally opened his mouth and asked, "Fan Zhitian, what you said is true?" Can you really take out a drop of the source of ten thousand fires? ”
Finding that Yan Zheng, who has always been upright, seemed to be moved by the source of a drop of ten thousand fires, Fan Zhitian's whole person sneered, what a dog. Fart chivalry, see the real benefits, isn't it the same as everyone else, phew.
After contempt in his heart, Fan Zhitian turned his hand and took out a piece of utensils, which was a relatively large porcelain white medicine bottle, if it was used to hold the source of ten thousand fires, it should be about five hundred drops when filled.
Holding this medicine bottle in his hand, Fan Zhitian said proudly: "Of course it's true, Ben Shao will tell you the truth, this time the Wang family sold the source of ten thousand fires, Ben Shao got more than three hundred drops, haha." ”
In Fan Zhitian's smug laughter, everyone was shocked, more than three hundred drops? What is this concept?
That Jiang Yue Sect only got a drop of the source of ten thousand fires, and it caused a catastrophe, one can imagine what kind of terrifying level one person has with more than three hundred drops of the source of ten thousand fires.
"You alone got such a amount?" Yan Zheng was also taken aback, more than three hundred drops of the source of ten thousand fires were enough to make any big family and big force move.
"This is Ben Shao's idea to contribute to the clan, no one dares to fight Ben Shao, of course, before Ben Shao handed it over to the clan, Ben Shao still has all the right to dominate, Yan Zheng, if you are willing to make a move, Ben Shao guarantees to give you a drop, how about it?"
As long as Yan Zheng made a move, he could make the disciples of the Holy Fire Hall annihilate with a random hand, so that the rest of the people, Fan Zhitian could also torture to his heart's content, the best of both worlds.
After all, no matter what, the current Fan Zhitian would not dare to attack Yan Zheng easily.
To tell the truth, Yan Zheng's heart was extremely agitated, and he didn't think it was fake.
The others panicked, and as soon as they heard Fan Zhitian say this, they knew that they were finished.
If Yan Zheng really made a move, then killing the disciples of the Holy Fire Hall would have nothing to do with them, and when the time came, let alone getting a drop of the source of ten thousand fires, even his own life would not be saved.
This Fan Zhitian was untrustworthy and changeable, and everyone was even more suspicious, they were not sure, if they really killed the disciples of the Holy Fire Hall, then Fan Zhitian would really let them go.
Originally, they had no confidence in Fan Zhitian's character, but now, everyone has even less confidence.
At this time, Yan Zheng, who was struggling in his heart, turned around and stared at Han Xiaowu, who was not far away.
Han Xiaowu also stared at Yan Zheng, and Han Xiaowu had already expected in his heart that this Yan Zheng was probably going to attack him.
"Patriarch Yan, Lord Yan, you don't have to do it, I am confident that the conditions I give will be more tempting." After Han Xiaowu's insight, he opened his mouth meaningfully.
Seeing through his thoughts, a trace of shame flashed in Yan Zheng's heart, because in the bottom of his heart, he was reluctant to kill Han Xiaowu: "Hehe, I didn't expect to be seen by you, that's right, I, Yan Zhengming, don't do dark things, for the source of that drop of ten thousand fires, little brother, even if I Yan Zheng can't stand you." ”
For a stranger, whether the other party is a decent person or chivalrous, Han Xiaowu will never pin his hopes on others.
Therefore, Yan Zheng is going to make a move, Han Xiaowu is not unusual, at least this Yan Zheng is still real, not the kind of hypocrisy.
Han Xiaowu spoke, and he swept everyone's eyes: "Whether it is the Yan Patriarch or everyone present, I believe that everyone wants to get the source of ten thousand fires, and it is also to improve the cultivation strength of themselves or their relatives and friends, but the way to practice is vast, can it be that the source of the seventh-order ten thousand fires of all mortals is enough to satisfy everyone?" ”
Don't you want to be one step closer, don't you want to have more advanced cultivation strength?
What if it is the source of the eighth-order ten thousand fires of the mortal product, if it is the source of the nineth-order ten thousand fires of the ordinary product, if it is the source of the ten thousand fires of the spiritual product?
Patriarch Yan, what if it is the source of the Ten Thousand Flames of the Holy Product? ”
Han Xiaowu's words were simple and clear, although there was no special explanation, but everyone understood the meaning of these words.
The Source of the Eighth Order of Ten Thousand Fires? The source of all fires? The source of all fires? This... Does it exist?
When everyone's minds were guided to this level, everyone's hearts were like the sea in a storm, and the waves were rushing in an instant.
Even Fan Zhitian was stunned in place, this was something he had never thought of, he couldn't believe it, did a higher-grade source of ten thousand fires exist? If it exists, then ...... Fan Zhitian couldn't even imagine such a scene that could almost make people crazy.
And Yan Zheng himself, the reaction was even stronger, when Han Xiaowu deliberately asked him if it was the source of the holy product of ten thousand fires, it could be seen that Yan Zheng's whole face suddenly trembled, and his hands were even more clenched.
As one of the seven strongest people in spiritual cultivation, Yan Zheng is probably one of the few people who have the most profound understanding of what the holy cultivation realm means.
Holy Cultivation, that is the supreme in the entire treasure cultivation world.