"Ling Yingying outwits the ugly eight monsters?"

Ling Hao deserves to be one of the top ten employees of the steel plant, and one sentence made Feng Yan'er's anger full.

Feng Yan'er thinks that his ability to be angry is very good, but this IQ is really worrying. She looked at Ling Hao with loving eyes and said:

"Do you really think a broken iron cauldron can stop my flames?"

She raised her hands in the air, and the two flames came together, and the ground burned even more vigorously.

Feng Yan'er chanted a spell. "The seventh of the broken path, the fire falls."

The flames were three meters above her head, turning into a three-foot square fireball and smashing towards Ling Hao's chest.

Before the flames came, a scorching heat wave rushed in. Ling Hao decisively set up an iron pot to directly stop the fireball.

"Bang." The moment the flame touched the bottom of the pot, it exploded, and the scattered tongues of fire exploded into a firework, and the extremely high temperature was almost impossible to look at. Ling Hao held the handle of the iron pot, his eyes fixed on the bottom of the pot, the success or failure of Plan A was in this move.

In fact, Ling Hao's method of using an iron pot to block the flames was not undesirable. Because the fire cultivator manipulates the temperature of the flame according to cultivation, the spirit habitat cannot emit flames, and the flame of the spirit slave realm is a mortal fire, and its core temperature does not exceed 1000 degrees Celsius, and it cannot melt steel. The spiritual fire of the Spirit Soldier Monk has only reached 2,000 degrees Celsius. As long as it is not continuously heated, the iron pot will not melt due to excessive temperature.

But Feng Yan'er is different, her family is born with phoenix blood, and her affinity for flames has reached an astonishing level. Her flame temperature can reach an astonishing 3,000 degrees Celsius, which is a full fifty percent increase, and it can melt pure gold with a single blow.

The flame of such a high temperature hit the iron pot in an instant, and when everyone thought that Ling Hao was roasted into a pig's head, an amazing scene appeared.

After the flames, Ling Hao stood in the ring unharmed, but the iron pot in his hand changed greatly. The body of the pot faded black and turned iron-white. The surface of the iron pan is uneven, and it is obviously just a blank. The body of the pot is engraved with dense fine lines, and the lines are arranged in an orderly manner, as if depicting some kind of avenue.

"Gathering Fire Charms, so much?" Feng Gang said in one word, what is engraved on the broken pot.

The Feng family has been casting weapons for generations, so they naturally know the purpose of the fire gathering talisman. There are some metals that have extremely high melting points by nature, and ordinary flames cannot melt at all, so it is impossible to use them to forge weapons. In this case, the spirit master carved a fire charm into the metal. It locks in the heat so it doesn't diffuse, so it can melt the metal.

Generally speaking, one or ten fire-gathering charms will be carved according to the characteristics of the metal, but on Ling Hao's pot, there are at least 50.

Feng Yan'er naturally knew the purpose of the fire gathering talisman, and she asked strangely: "One fire gathering talisman is enough, why do you ask to engrave so many fire gathering talismans here, what's the use?" ”

Ling Hao told her very calmly: "Hold the handle like this, it's not hot!" ”

The fire gathering charm locks the heat firmly in the body of the pot, and the body of the pot does not melt, and it will never hurt him in the slightest.

Ling Hao said happily in his heart: "Money ability is stability!" ”

In the ring, Feng Yan'er couldn't help but be surprised, she mocked: "You are really willing to spend your blood to engrave so many fire gathering talismans on an iron pot." I wonder what kind of metal your pot is made of to resist my flames? ”

Ling Hao said proudly: "40 catties of thousand-year-old cold iron." ”

"Poof." Feng Gang took a sip of tea and sprayed Feng Xiaotian directly.

He was so angry that he scolded and said: "Loser, a pound of thousand-year-old cold iron and ten thousand spirit stones." It took 400,000 spirit stones to just hit a waste pot! There are also so many fire-gathering talismans, a fire-gathering talisman is 800 spirit stones, and 50 are not 40,000. Still, the idea of locking in the heat with a fire charm is a bold innovation. ”

"Kill him, he's showing off his wealth nakedly." There were many spiritual monks shouting noisily.

Feng Gang continued: "Brother Ling, I didn't say it, you are too used to your son. The Baiye City family has a big business, and it can't afford to consume so much. ”

Ling Feng glanced at Feng Gang and knew that he was kind, so he no longer concealed it and told the truth.

"Hao'er's living expenses are all earned by himself."

After hearing this, Feng Gang had an expression that you were taunting me on a horse.

Ling Feng said seriously: "Over the years, I have been looking for medical advice for Hao'er, and I have no time to govern Baiye City, and it is he who has supported the important task of governing Baiye City. ”

Looking at Ling Feng's expression, Feng Gang knew that what he said was true, and at this moment, he suddenly had a feeling of losing the pearl.

While the two were talking, the battle in the ring was full of dangers.

Ling Hao made a preemptive move, taking advantage of the fact that everyone was discussing the iron pot, and rushed towards Feng Yan'er with the cold iron pot. With the help of the cold iron cauldron, it was enough to create conditions for Ling Hao to get close to Feng Yan'er.

Once within the range of ten steps, Ling Hao was sure to rely on the sudden outburst to take Feng Yan'er away.

It is true that she is a monk of the Spirit Soldier Realm, and melee combat has always been the weakness of the Spirit Cultivation, and she must not be allowed to get close.

Looking at Ling Hao, who was approaching, Yan'er used her spiritual power at great speed, and in an instant, with her as the center, the surrounding temperature instantly increased. The thick red spiritual power surrounded her like water, like a slaughtering soldier, waiting for the general's order, and then he would go to the battlefield.

Ling Hao ran extremely fast, even if he was holding a cauldron, the distance of thirty steps, the time of two seconds was shortened by him by ten steps, and it was only twenty steps.

Feng Yan'er was not flustered, her hands were stretched out, her palms turned outward, and she made a diamond shape in front of her chest, and the center of the diamond was facing Ling Hao.

As everyone knows, the moment Ling Hao saw her gesture, he already knew what spell she was going to use.

Ling Hao opened his mouth and said, "Breaking the Path Ten, Lingguang Gun." ”

Feng Yan'er then said: "Ten of breaking the path, Feng Musket." ”

The spiritual power around Feng Yan'er instantly converged into a flaming spear in front of her. When the spears converged, they emitted a ray of light and shot towards Ling Hao.

Left!

The moment Ling Hao shot at the phoenix musket, he instantly understood its path, twisted his body to the right, and crossed into the musket, taking two more steps.

Eight more steps!

What the! Ling Hao actually took the first step to tell the method that Feng Yan'er had cast. The audience looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, and even dodged the rhombic gun?

You must know that spiritual cultivation is most afraid that others will see what you are doing, which means that your moves will be completely seen through.

But even if you look at the gestures, the same gestures may vary from one monk to another.

Guess it! Everyone couldn't help but think about it.

Seeing that the crisis was approaching, Feng Yan'er changed her moves very quickly, her hands were clenched into sword fingers, and she quickly staggered her chest three times, and finally went up and down, and put them together.

"The fifteenth of the broken path, the bee rain stinger."

"The fifteenth of the broken path, the phoenix rain thorn."

What the! Ling Hao took another step to read the spell that Feng Yan'er had cast.

Ling Hao didn't even need to look up to know that spikes like raindrops had gathered above his head, nothing more than flames.

Ling Hao carried the pot on his head, but this time he didn't dodge, letting the bee rain sting on the iron pot.

Five steps left!

Cold sweat flowed from Feng Yan'er's forehead, and she made a seal again, this time her hands were so fast that the human eye could only see the phantom, and she only saw her last right hand slashing to the ground.

"The twenty-first of the bound road, trapped in Longtan."

"The twenty-first of the bound path, the Flame Dragon Pool."

Ling Hao preemptively said the name of the spell again, and this time even Feng Yan'er was so surprised that she raised her head to look at him.

After reciting the incantation, the fifteen steps in front of Feng Yan'er turned into a sea of fire.

Ling Hao didn't stop at everyone's surprised gazes, but he saw him throw the cold iron pot into the fire, jumped up, and just stepped on the pot, he stepped on the cold iron pot and rowed forward.

Feng Yan'er reacted, and was about to seal again, Ling Hao's voice contained coldness, and said:

"It's too slow, you don't have a chance!"

It's like death has come.

Ten steps away, close at hand, Ling Hao jumped up directly, his left foot before jumping up, slammed on the cold iron pot, the cold iron pot bounced up by the force, drew an arc in the air, and fell steadily into Ling Hao's right hand.

His right hand clasped the handle and smashed it directly towards the top of Feng Yan'er's head.

"Lingzhang Wall, break it for me!"

"Click." A layer of glass-like film in front of Feng Yan'er shattered directly.

The cold iron cauldron was also shaken away by the huge reaction force and fell behind Ling Hao.

The moment Ling Hao landed, he directly turned on Tai Xi, and the speed of his body increased to the extreme, as if teleporting, and came to Feng Yan'er.

How does he know I have a Lingzhang wall? This was Feng Yan'er's last thought.

The next moment, Ling Hao's fist roared with a strong sound of breaking through the air.