An Lin looked at the Shengyan Guanghua who was slowly shrinking, slowly stood up straight, and stretched his waist.

The square was a little quiet, and the people seemed to have forgotten about cheering and clapping, and just looked at An Lin blankly, as if they were worried that An Lin still had a hand to scare them.

An Lin smiled and saluted earnestly to the tens of thousands of disciples and elders in the square, and then walked off the altar with some unfinished thoughts.

It's over?

Only then did the disciples react, and the atmosphere in the Sacred Flame Square was instantly detonated, and tens of thousands of disciples applauded in celebration, and some even called An Lin's name loudly.

After all, An Lin is a disciple of the Vermilion Bird Sect and his own person. So although they were a little envious and jealous, they also expressed their blessings and amazements without hesitation at this time.

An Lin went to Mo Hai and the others, and sighed with satisfaction: "This harvest is not bad. ”

Lu Jiazhi's face twitched slightly, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Please...... You call it a harvest against the sky, okay? If you call it a good name, then wouldn't Lao Tzu become a super-poor household? ”

Mo Hai looked at An Lin with a look of adoration, and said: "At first, you said that you would return to the virtual realm within ten years, I thought you were just pretending to be forced every day, but now I believe it, you are really my own brother, too awesome!" Gou Fugui, don't forget! ”

An Lin smiled: "Don't worry, my brother will cover you in the future!" ”

At this moment, Great Elder Chen Xinran's voice sounded again: "Fourth, Ji Yongfang, please go to the altar!" ”

After Ji Yongfang heard the voice, his heart was shocked, and he recovered from the previous setback.

He glanced at An Lin, and an extremely strong unwillingness rose in his heart, but he could no longer raise the idea of wanting to fight.

When he walked to the altar, it should have been a moment of great attention, but the disciples around him were still discussing An Lin's affairs, and they kept looking at An Lin outside the altar.

Ji Yongfang gritted his teeth and released the phantom of the Vermilion Bird Fire Feather on his body, which was a red fire feather, which meant that its grade was medium-grade, the same as Lu Jiazhi's.

The onlookers didn't have many surprised looks, after all, Ji Yongfang was only in the early stage of transforming into a god, even if he was paired with a special secret treasure, it would be difficult to defeat a Tianyan-level beast, so the mid-grade Vermilion Bird Fire Feather was in line with his strength.

The discussion in the Holy Flame Square gradually quieted down, this was a sign of respect for the genius disciples of the sect.

Everyone looked at the Suzaku Flame and looked forward to the flame.

Ji Yongfang also looked at the Vermilion Bird Flame with a nervous face, and kept praying in his heart that the Holy Flame must recognize itself, otherwise it would really be defeated......

I don't know if it's an illusion, everyone feels that the pure white flame above the sky is a little sluggish, as if it has been hollowed out after a big fight.

A mysterious ripple suddenly came, attracting the medium-grade Vermilion Bird Fire Feather into the sky and merging with the holy flame.

Ji Yongfang clenched his fists, his body trembled slightly, and his heart was ecstatic.

It worked, it finally worked!

Elder Ji on the elder seat also breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, his son was not disgraced and did not reach home.

As the Vermilion Bird Fire Feather and the Holy Flame fused, a white brilliance began to fly towards Ji Yongfang.

This brilliance was like a wisp of white smoke, slowly clinging to Ji Yongfang's body surface, and began to dissipate after ten seconds.

Ji Yongfang was stunned.

There was silence.

Countless disciples widened their eyes and looked at Ji Yongfang in the center of the altar with a look of surprise.

"I'm not mistaken, didn't he use a medium-grade Vermilion Bird Fire Feather? Why did the Holy Yan Guanghua last for ten seconds and then disappear, shouldn't it last for a minute?! ”

"Not only is the duration small, but the amount of Holy Flame Radiance channeled per unit of time seems to be particularly small."

"Looking at it this way, it seems that only the inferior Vermilion Bird Fire Feather is this phenomenon, right?"

"Inferior Vermilion Bird Fire Feather? Ah, it's been a long time since the sect has had a low-grade Vermilion Bird Fire Feather......"

"Poor Senior Brother Ji......"

……

At the elder's table, Elder Ji slammed the table: "What the hell is going on?!" ”

The rest of the elders looked at each other, and they also looked confused.

In the end, Great Elder Chen Xinran coughed lightly and explained in a higher voice: "Didn't you look at the Holy Flame, the brightness was a little dim, it may be that when he helped An Lin condense the Holy Flame, he consumed too much flame energy and was too tired, so this situation occurred." ”

Chen Xinran's words flowed through the entire square like a clear spring, not so much an explanation to Elder Ji, but an explanation to tens of thousands of disciples.

The disciples looked shocked, how else could they explain it like this?

But it sounds so plausible!

Ji Yongfang also heard Chen Xinran's explanation, and his whole head was buzzing.

His eyes were confused, and he muttered, "How can this be...... How so...... Why is it always me who gets hurt......"

I don't know if it's because I'm used to crying, two lines of clear tears flowed out of my eyes again, and I couldn't stop at all.

He looked at An Lin with a look of resentment and shouted, "It's all your fault! Why do you want me to take the blame for you, I am innocent! ”

An Lin rolled his eyes, too lazy to talk to Ji Yongfang.

Mo Hai sighed sadly and said, "Alas...... Senior Brother Ji, don't stand stupidly on it. If you get less Vermilion Bird Saint Flame, it can only mean that you are unlucky, and as a junior brother, I am also very sad! But what doesn't belong to you can't be obtained after all, come down! ”

Many disciples originally had some sympathy for Ji Yongfang, but now when they heard Mo Hai's words, they couldn't help laughing, because this was exactly what Ji Yongfang had said to An Lin before.

Ji Yongfang listened to Mo Haihe's words and the laughter of some disciples, and suffered another critical blow, his eyes were so angry that he almost fainted directly.

He gritted his teeth and walked off the altar with some shaking, glared at Mo Hai and said hatefully: "Don't be too happy, the Vermilion Bird Holy Flame is sluggish, do you think you will be able to escape, the next one is you, I'll wait to see a good show!" ”

Mo Hai's expression froze, and he couldn't be happy anymore.

No way! Ji Yongfang said it so reasonably, what should I do?!

He looked at An Lin with a bitter face: "Brother, I was miserable by you!" ”

The corners of An Lin's mouth twitched slightly, raised his head and counted the stars, pretending not to hear.

Ji Yongfang sneered: "Hehe, Senior Brother An Lin is really harmful, selfish, only caring about absorbing the Holy Flame Brilliance, but he has harmed all the geniuses of the Vermilion Bird Sect behind us!" ”

He once again deliberately used the immortal magic to spread the sound, allowing the words to spread throughout the square.

Many disciples knew that Ji Yongfang was deliberately targeting An Lin, and they protested dissatisfiedly.

But some people remained silent, because Ji Yongfang's words also had a certain amount of truth. Although the Holy Flame threw flame energy, which was not something that An Lin could control, in terms of results, it did affect the absorption of the Holy Flame by the genius disciples of the sect behind.

Great Elder Chen Xinran's voice sounded again: "Fifth, Mo Hai, please go to the altar!" ”

Mo Hai smiled slightly, patted An Lin's shoulder and said, "Brother, I have a lot of adults, so I don't blame you, after all, you made Ji Yongfang cry twice, I am very happy, hahaha......"

An Lin: "......"

Ji Yongfang's chest was tight, and a mouthful of old blood was held in his heart.

Mo Hai walked to the altar and released the high-grade Vermilion Bird Fire Feather.

The flame ignited the feathers again, and then devoured them.

Seeing this scene, Mo Hai breathed a sigh of relief, at least he didn't need a single person now, and it was not bad to be able to get a medium-grade fire feather or a low-grade fire feather.

The Vermilion Bird Flame was full of light, and a white glow descended on Mo Hai.

This light made Mo Hai's body seem to be covered with a layer of white gauze, and the extremely rich and powerful flame energy kept pouring into his body.

Mo Hai blinked, a little stunned, this amount seems to be a bit much.

The rest of the disciples also discovered this problem, and Mo Haiyan's energy brilliance seemed to be the same as Yangyuan's, and there was no sign of weakening.

An Lin smiled slightly, it was good that he didn't drag Mo Hai down.

As for Ji Yongfang, he looked sluggish again and opened his mouth wide.

Eventually, the time for the white light to descend lasted for three minutes before slowly dissipating.

Well, it's really no different from Yangyuan's flame energy brilliance, it's normal!

The scene fell silent again, obviously normal, but everyone's expressions were wonderful.

Elder Ji rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Why is it normal again?" Is someone targeting my son? ”

Chen Xinran took a deep breath: "After a period of rest, the Holy Flame should have eased up, so the current Holy Flame Glory has returned to normal. ”

His words spread throughout the square.

When tens of thousands of disciples heard it, there was nothing wrong with it, it made a lot of sense!

Ji Yongfang heard Chen Xinran's explanation, and the whole person was stupid again, his head buzzing.

His eyes were confused, he looked at Mo Hai, then looked up at the holy fire, and muttered, "How can this be...... How so...... Why is it always me who gets hurt......"

Endless grievances came to his heart, and he cried again, his eyes were red, and he cried like a child of more than a hundred pounds.