"It's really useless, isn't it just to leave the Holy Fire Hall, as for suicide?"

After gradually getting used to the new body, Han Xiaowu sneered at the previous owner of the body, this guy committed suicide, so Han Xiaowu on the other side of the earth crossed over, or with a small gourd. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The place where he is located is the Holy Fire Hall within the sphere of influence of the Immortal Fire Gate, and in general, it is a small and well-known force, the kind that is barely more than the upper and lower than the bottom, because the current Holy Fire Hall is gradually declining.

There are a total of five halls in the Holy Flame Hall, the main hall, the east hall, the south hall, the west hall, and the north hall, and Han Xiaowu is the son of Han Zhen, the master of the North Hall.

Originally, as the master of the Northern Shaotang, Han Xiaowu's future was bright, but this guy was completely unlucky, and it took him a full ten years, and he didn't succeed in awakening his demon treasure.

If the demon treasure can't be awakened, it can't have strength, if you don't have strength, it doesn't matter what kind of Northern Shaotang master you are, when the fire is extinguished, you can still get out, obviously, Han Xiaowu is facing such a situation.

Ten years of time had exhausted his seventh-order mortal fire, and he was about to reach the point of being completely extinguished.

When entering the hall, the disciples of the Holy Fire Hall will be given to mortal fire, those who have the ability, the grade of the mortal fire will not only not decrease, but will get higher and higher, and those who have no ability will be tragic, the mortal fire that is given will not only be consumed, but also will be consumed because of the grade, until it falls into a fire, or even completely extinguished.

When extinguished, both the disciples and the hall master must leave the Holy Fire Hall, which is an iron rule of the Holy Fire Hall, and no one can violate it.

Han Xiaowu committed suicide because of this before, and now Han Xiaowu, who has crossed over, will naturally not escape such a situation, and he will not be able to solve the fire that is about to be extinguished, and he will also be expelled from the Holy Flame Hall.

"Huh? My eyes are no longer nearsighted? After accepting all the memories, Han Xiaowu discovered his problem, his eyes that had reached a thousand degrees of myopia turned out to be bizarre, not only was he not myopic at all, but when Han Xiaowu stared inadvertently, he also made a major discovery: "This is a clairway eye?" ”

After carefully looking at it and staring at it constantly, Han Xiaowu gradually understood that when he stared, the ability of his eyes was not just as simple as a clair-seeing eye, and it seemed that he could also see the future.

His eyes stared at the golden gourd brought by the crossing, and Han Xiaowu muttered silently in his heart......

Demon treasure name: Qiankun gourd

Exclusive ability: The Source of Ten Thousand Fires

Rank Level: Not upgradable

Fire source level: the first order of mortal products,

Second-order materials: five-color leaves, fire cold mushroom, heavenly steel wood, lotus jade, glazed water, and aura for 48 hours.

"Good baby, it turned out to be a magical fire source that can cultivate the fire of refining treasures, my ornament, after crossing over, is a bit against the sky." After Han Xiaowu smashed his mouth, he hurriedly opened the Qiankun gourd and took a look, and sure enough, it was full of colorless liquid, and he knew that it was the source of ten thousand fires of the first order of mortals.

At the same time, he also knew that the Qiankun gourd could not be promoted, but the level of the source of ten thousand fires could be improved, as long as he followed the requirements he saw, he could make the source of ten thousand fires of the first order of ordinary products successfully promoted to the second order of ordinary products.

Moreover, after this practice, Han Xiaowu finally understood that when he stared, the ability of his eyes was not to see through the eyes, but to be able to see the next moment, that is, he could directly know what the best materials were needed to improve the next level of the demon treasure.

"Oh no, my fire is going to be extinguished."

Seeing that in the Yunhuo platform in front of him, the fire as thin as a gossamer was about to be extinguished, Han Xiaowu suddenly took action, picked up the Qiankun gourd in his hand, and poured towards the central groove of the Yunhuo platform, and a drop of colorless source of ten thousand fires dripped directly into it.

Rise!

In just an instant, the fire that was about to be extinguished, as if it had encountered gasoline, suddenly burned vigorously, reaching the peak state of a first-order mortal fire.

"Good fellow, so good?" Han Xiaowu, who was frightened and hurriedly hid, couldn't help but be surprised.

After being surprised, Han Xiaowu also breathed a sigh of relief, his Treasure Refining Fire was finally saved, so that those guys had no excuse and directly let him leave the Holy Flame Hall.

Closing the octagonal palm-sized flame table and putting it aside, Han Xiaowu's eyes stared at the black iron ball in the corner of the room, this iron ball was about the same size as a football, it was pitch black, and it was not bright, and its appearance was extremely poor.

It is such an ugly iron ball, but it has made Han Xiaowu helpless in the past for a whole decade, according to memory, this iron ball is one of the treasures of the Holy Fire Hall, because no one has been able to awaken it for many years, so it has gradually been designated as garbage.

Back then, Han Xiaowu, who was only five years old, had a heart bigger than the sky and chose this iron ball as his demon treasure, so ten years later, he felt inferior because of this, and felt ashamed of his hall master, so he finally chose to commit suicide and walked away.

"What kind of demon treasure is it?" After pondering a sentence in his heart, Han Xiaowu's eyes stared suddenly......

Demon Treasure Name: Heart of Chaos

Exclusive ability: Not yet awakened

Rank: Not yet awakened

Skill Level: Not yet awakened

Best Attachment: Not Awakened yet

Awakening conditions: 9981 fires for food, molten iron stew for eight hours.

After gaining insight into the awakening conditions of the black iron ball, Han Xiaowu was a little crying and laughing, these required things are not difficult to obtain, but they are a little unexpected, Han Xiaowu spent ten years before before he did not awaken it, which is reasonable.

"Heart of Chaos?" Han Xiaowu felt that the name alone made people think about it, but what is the Heart of Chaos?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a person's voice came from outside: "Han Xiaowu, my Northern Young Hall Master, you don't think you are too incompetent to commit suicide, do you?" Haven't come out for so long? Hurry up, everyone is waiting to give you a 'farewell', hehe, if you keep grinding, your master daddy, you will have to get into the cracks in the ground. ”

Listening to the voice, according to memory, Han Xiaowu knew that this person was Huaiyu of Nantang, a person who absolutely bullied the soft and was afraid of the hard, and now relying on Nantang to be strong, this guy can be said to be the most 'active' one in front of Beitang.

"Want to drive me away? I just want to stay and see what kind of shameless means you Nantang can come up with. Holding the Yunhuo platform, Han Xiaowu opened the door, and at this time, he had already changed into a clean shirt.

Seeing that Han Xiaowu didn't even bring a package, he walked out like this, and the disciple of Nantang just sneered: "Han Xiaowu, you are quite conscious, and you still know that you have eaten and drunk for nothing for so many years, Chi. Bare. Naked, naked, good, hehe. ”

"Huaiyu, if you forget to wear underwear, don't talk, smoke." Dropping a sentence, Han Xiaowu walked forward.

"People who are about to get out of the way, dare to be so arrogant, wait for you to leave the Holy Fire Hall, see how I clean you up." Huai Yu's eyes were cold, his fists were clenched, before, Han Xiaowu had never dared to speak to him like this: "Hmph! ”

The Central Courtyard of the Holy Flame Hall!

"Yo, look, Han Xiaowu has finally come out."

"It's going to get out of the way, and Beitang is going to have one less waste, this waste is still the young hall master of Beitang, I think, this is a sign that Beitang is going to be dissolved, right?"

"Be quiet, the master of the North Hall is still there, you, a disciple of the South Hall, are too big and small, be careful to be punished."

"It's just telling the truth, is it possible that he, the master of the North Hall, still wants to bully me, a little disciple of the South Hall? I'm afraid that our South Hall Master won't agree either, right? ”

"Okay, you Nantang are amazing, just because I didn't say anything."

"Tsk, there are fewer and fewer disciples in the North Hall, and as soon as Han Xiaowu leaves like this, there are only three disciples left in the North Hall."

"To say that Han Xiaowu is also quite pitiful, he grew up in the Holy Fire Hall since he was a child, if it weren't for his stubbornness to choose the black iron ball, thinking about it, it wouldn't be like this today."

"Think about how majestic the North Hall Master was back then, although he was seriously injured later, he has not recovered yet, otherwise, with the strength of the North Hall Master, it is still no problem to shelter his useless son."

"Aren't you talking nonsense, if the master of the North Hall still has the strength of the past, can the North Hall fall to the point where it is today?"

"Han Xiaowu is here, but unfortunately, when he goes out, I'm afraid he doesn't even have the ability to survive."

Listening to the sound of discussion around him, Han Zhen, the master of the North Hall, clenched his fist tightly under his sleeve, a mighty face, there was no trace of blood, as a father, he wanted his son to become a dragon, but as the hall master, he could only watch.

There is an iron rule in the Holy Fire Hall, even if Han Zhen is the master of the North Hall, he can't go against it.

The disciples of the main hall and the east hall went out with the main hall master and the east hall master, and the only ones who remained here were the south hall master, the west hall master, the north hall master, and most of the disciples of the three halls.

There were more than a hundred disciples present in the South Hall, more than seventy in the West Hall, and only three disciples in the North Hall.

Han Xiaowu strode over, and before he could open his mouth, Qin Chuan, the master of the West Hall, stepped forward and said, "Xiao Wu, your treasure refining fire has been extinguished, even Uncle Qin and I can't go against the iron rules of the Holy Fire Hall, after you go out, you must fight for your strength, and you can't embarrass your father again." ”

"I said Qin Chuan, you are too worried, who is Xiao Wu? That's the son of the North Hall Master, and after leaving the Holy Fire Hall, can't he still live? Li Jiangtian, the master of the South Hall, stepped forward, looked at Han Xiaowu with a smile, and then said: "Xiao Wu, you have to make more money when you go outside, you have also seen it, the North Hall may be disbanded at some point, your father has not recovered from his serious injuries for many years, and it will not be long before he is still counting on you to support him." ”

"Li Jiangtian, don't talk too much." Han Zhen, who finally couldn't help it, walked out with a look of anger, he stood beside his son, and said to Li Jiangtian, the master of the South Hall: "My son is incompetent, he can't keep his own treasure refining fire, I, Han Zhen, have nothing to say, but the North Hall will never be disbanded, I hope you can keep this in mind." ”

"Brother Han Zhen, why are you so troubled? I think it's better to leave with your son now, so that your father and son are also companions, Beitang, I Li Jiangtian will definitely help you take care of it. Li Jiangtian was full of smiles.

"Since I have spoken today, there is nothing to scruple about, Li Jiangtian, don't think that I don't know, if it weren't for your Nantang doing ghosts behind your back, how could we not have a disciple in our Beitang all these years? If it weren't for you, Li Jiangtian, who were narrow-minded, how could there be less than five of the hundreds of disciples in my North Hall left? If ......"

The words that had been held in his heart for many years were finally able to blurt out, and Han Zhen also said it happily, but when he was talking about the anger, Li Jiangtian suddenly interrupted, which made Han Zhen suddenly hold his anger in his heart.

"Okay, no matter how you slander, your son will definitely leave today, this is your son's discouragement, don't involve your anger on our Nantang."

After Li Jiangtian's words, the more than a hundred disciples of the South Hall all laughed, all of them laughed, and more than twenty of them were once disciples of the North Hall.

Burst...

Looking at the sneering faces, Han Zhen, who had been holding his anger in his heart for a long time, finally didn't hold back, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the serious injuries that had not healed for many years were aggravated in an instant.

Single-mindedly wanting to protect Beitang, but powerless to change the situation of decline, and wanting to protect his son, but he could only watch his son forced to leave, Han Zhen felt ashamed, he felt that he was a great failure, and he couldn't even cultivate his own son, what else to talk about revitalizing Beitang, at this moment, Han Zhen's years of patience, full of grievances, just wanted to turn into a weak roar: "Shufang!! I, Han Zhen, can't protect our son, can't train our son to become a talent, I'm incompetent!! ”

A helpless roar tore the sky, and anyone could feel the deep hope of Jackie Chan in that voice.

"Brother Han..."Qin Chuan, the master of the West Hall, was moved.

"Hall Master..."The three Beitang disciples who held on to the end wept, and they couldn't see the hope of Beitang.

And the Southern Hall Master Li Jiangtian and all the disciples were stunned, all shocked by this roar of deep despair.

"Dad..."Han Xiaowu's soft cry sounded, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

Han Zhen turned his head slowly and looked at his son with a blank look.

Rise!

The Yunhuo platform opened, and a faint cyan flame suddenly lit up, and at this moment, under the quiet attention of everyone, this cyan flame was so brilliant and dazzling.

"Daddy... The treasure fire will not be extinguished, the north hall will not disperse, and no one can let your son leave. ”

Hot tears burst out of his eyes in an instant, such a moment, Han Zhen had been waiting for too long, he... Trembling all over.

There was silence, and the audience was silent, until a long time later, there was an unbearable excitement and light call.

"Son..."Han Zhen pulled his son into his arms, hugged him tightly, hugged him tightly, Han Xiaowu felt it, and at some point, his eyes gradually moistened......

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