Tang Zhangwei took his brothers, and they exterminated the newly acquired golden steel of Tang Zhaozong, and at the same time, Bai Cunxiao hacked the golden wild horse to death.

As for that King Sun Lou, although they were brave, they still couldn't escape from that Pan Magpie in the end.

After all, there are too many of Pan Magpie's subordinates, and there are too many ants, they can all bite and kill elephants, let alone people!

After that Pan Magpie exterminated the King of Sun Lou and them, he took out a lot of Tang treasure money, which were donated to Tang Zhangwei and Wei Wan'er by the wealthy families of Yingzhou City.

Tang Zhangwei wanted to make that Pan Magpie motivated. He gave a lot of money to that Pan Magpie, and after that Pan Magpie defeated that King Sun Lou, he gave a lot of money to his brothers.

At this time, the man moved his legs, and Bai Cunxiao could see that the fire was still burning under his feet, but he was gently suppressed by this person, and there was no way out. He seems to be very new to this world, and every movement he makes is cautious, moving gracefully and cautiously within the Tai Chi circle. This time, Ge Hongdinghuo lost the wildness just now, and turned into a tamed beast, as the rhythm of this person's feet seeped out of the gaps in the Tai Chi circle bit by bit, slowly and tepidly, gradually along the direction of the ornament with a line of fire to hook out the yin and yang double fish.

Finally, when the fisheye of the yin and yang pisces was ignited by two bursting sparks, the man finally nodded with satisfaction and stood back on the navel. Around him, there was a circle of burning Taijitu. This flame is elegant and calm, as if it has washed away the violence of the past, and has become a hermit of fire with light clouds and breezes.

As Liu Yuanyuan's body was slowly swallowed by the flames, the hissing sound of the grumbling pen gradually became muffled, and the glimmer of the pen spirit was swallowed up by a minute, like a small boat in the waves, and soon disappeared. The fire of the Ding Furnace suddenly burst into flames, and the burned grumbling pen gave this furious flame beast the best feast, and it was so full of energy that the flames of the flood almost sprayed into the sea of ink at the zenith. The entire Ding is full of golden light, and even the most remote corners are clearly illuminated.

Monk Pan Magpie let out a long sigh, took off his gold-wire glasses, threw them to Yan Zheng behind him, and resolutely stepped into the Tai Chi circle, and his figure was immediately engulfed in flames.

"Pan Magpie!!"

Yan Zheng held the gold-wire glasses of Monk Pan Magpie, shocked and shocked, and his round eyes burst bloodshot. Although he had a hunch, he didn't expect that Monk Pan Magpie would throw himself into the fire and die with Liu Yuanyuan.

Seeing that Yan Zheng's complexion was wrong, Qin Yi grabbed his arm from behind and said in a low voice, "Hey, don't be impulsive......

Yan Zheng shook her off with a slam of his arm, pointed at Bai Cunxiao and said angrily, "Lao Tzu fought for this life, and he will also do you!"

Bai Cunxiao said expressionlessly, "Don't worry, if this grievance pen is not enough to burn, you will be next."

Yan Zheng jumped up and wanted to rush over desperately, but was stopped by Wei Shiran reaching out. Wei Shiran said, "Young man, don't be impatient."

Yan Zheng glared at him and scolded, "Get out of the way!" You made this bit of, obviously forcing Pan Magpie to die, and still pretending to be a good person here!"

Wei Shiran was not angry: "If you rush over now, it is equivalent to sending you to death."

"It is better for a rogue to die before the battle than to die behind him!"

Yan Zheng was too lazy to talk to him, and he wanted to rush. Wei Shiran was in front of him, grabbed his two shoulders with both arms, and pressed gently, Yan Zheng immediately felt that there was a force of ten thousand jun pressing on him, and he was suppressed so much that he couldn't move. He couldn't move, so he could only stare at his eyes and open his mouth to scold: "You obviously have a pen spirit, why didn't you use it just now, but now you have to deal with your own people!" Where the are you?"

Bai Cunxiao heard Yan Zheng scolding on the side, and couldn't help but say "um", and his heart was suspicious. Wei Shiran, this guy, the owner has always valued him, and always said that this person should not be taken lightly. But since he entered the Ding, this person has not seen anything special except for his excellent judgment and knowledge, his eyes are cloudy, and he can't feel the slightest aura around his body, and he doesn't look like a pen mound official who will meet with the pen spirit god at all. When Bai Cunxiao took the nineteenth to hit him just now, he secretly made preparations to prevent him from suddenly counterattacking, but the old man was knocked down by Fang Yan as soon as he hit him, and he was completely vulnerable.

...... It's a bit too much.

Thinking of this, Bai Cunxiao couldn't help but show a sneer. He heard Yan Zheng's words, Wei Shiran was indeed a pen mound official, and there was a pen spirit hidden in his body. The reason why he showed weakness to the enemy was probably because he had the intention of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, first making others lose their vigilance, and then suddenly making trouble when the pen array was opened and the seventh marquis was born, and he would sit back and enjoy the success.

It's a good strategy, but unfortunately, it's just seen through.

"Whatever tricks you play, it's useless in front of the black light of the five-colored pen."

Bai Cunxiao thought so and glanced at Wei Shiran with pity. This old man planned painstakingly and was full of wisdom, and finally made a wedding dress for others. He turned his head away, continuing to admire the fire that had burned the pen.

The fire that had devoured Liu Yuanyuan and Monk Pan Magpie was still burning wildly in the sky, and there was no sign of abatement, and the temperature in the Ding was still rising steadily, and all the people began to turn red and sweat freely.

After waiting for about a minute, Bai Cunxiao said coldly to Wei Shiran, "It seems that this pen is not enough, Lord Wei."

Wei Shiran continued to press Yan Zheng and replied calmly, "It seems to be so."

Bai Cunxiao glanced at them, raised his chin and said, "Did you recommend yourself, or did I choose a candidate in the past?" After saying that, his white light shook in the air as if threatening.

"Then start with me."

Wei Shiran let go of Yan Zheng and stretched out his hands and walked towards Bai Cunxiao. Bai Cunxiao took a step back vigilantly: "Master Wei, please don't come closer."

"Hehe, the envoy has a five-colored pen on his side, do you still need to be so wary of my bad old man?"

"The master's opinion of you is quite high, and I have to guard against it." Bai Cunxiao replied calmly.

This is the real Ge Xian Weng's fire!

The idea came to everyone's mind. The kind of wildness that wants to burn the world just now is too strong, and it is not in line with the Taoist style, Ge Xian Weng is a cultivator, and he is indifferent and pure.

It is truly awe-inspiring that this person can easily tame Dinghuo and return it to his Taoist nature.

"Pan Magpie, are you still alive? Is that you?" Yan Zheng's voice came from the other side, and judging from his hoarse voice, he was really burned a lot just now. The man heard the call and turned his head.

Bai Cunxiao finally saw his face clearly by the light of the fire in the Tai Chi circle.

This person is Pan Magpie, but he is not Pan Magpie. Just like Bai Cunxiao and Cheng Zhou share the same face, but have different expressions and temperaments, this person is still the facial features of Monk Pan Magpie, but his mental bearing is very different.

(End of chapter)