Chapter 1062: The Power of Fire

For example, the Nine Flames will only be born into the royal family, and of course, not all members of the royal family will be the Nine Flames, only the Nine Flames will become the new queen.

The flame pattern represents mastery of the power of fire!

Whether it is physical strength or anything else, each flame warrior is much stronger than ordinary people, and the most important thing is that they can control fire at will, can make fire out of thin air, and their ability depends on the level of the flame warrior.

After Xiling Lan and Qi Ziyuan listened, they were silent for a long time.

Xiling Lan can still accept a little, she is a person who has crossed over once anyway, and the two of them must have been brought through another world plane by that pumice stone, and it is no longer the world of Chu Feng Kingdom.

Rub, if Chu Tianmu knew, he would definitely be in a hurry.

Qi Ziyuan's side looked completely unacceptable, dumbfounded.

Xiling Lan did not hesitate to pull out the scimitar and sneak attack Qi Ziyuan, if he could take advantage of his daze, it would be better to kill him with one sword.

Hack him to death, snatch back the pumice stone, and find a way.

As a result, Qi Ziyuan easily dodged it.

"Xiling Lan, you see our current situation, all the martial arts have been lost, here we are inferior, life must not be mixed, why is it too anxious to fry each other......" Qi Ziyuan said while hiding.

Xiling Blue belly, not in a hurry at all, I have long wanted to kill you, don't let my sister find a chance, hum!

Leaving Uncle Tian's house, the two came to the street, where most of the buildings were rough and made of stone. The streets are full of people.

Most people wear coarse linen clothes, and those with red flame stripes on their foreheads wear clean cloth clothes with less than three flowers, and occasionally those with more than four flame stripes wear satin silk.

Like the grade on Qi Ziyuan's body, it is estimated that the clothes of the Yanguo royal family are not as luxurious as his.

Xiling Lan was wearing a black power suit, the material was fine and special, if it was placed in Chu Fengguo, people who didn't know how to do it wouldn't be able to see anything special at all, but in this burlap clothes, it was still a little eye-catching.

Although Qi Ziyuan's robe was lost, the materials used in the middle clothes were not bad, the key was that it was snow-white, attracting eyes from all directions.

Xiling Lan deliberately distanced herself from him, not wanting to be with him, but she was followed by him tightly and never let go.

I had no choice but to go with him.

Just wait for an opportunity to kill him.

Xiling Lan found a tailor's shop, exchanged her clothes for the cheapest burlap suit, and got a few Yan coins. Qi Ziyuan followed her example and also changed into a coarse linen dress, and he got more Yan coins from the tailor's shop.

The two found an inn to stay at.

Behind closed doors, Xiling Lan asked Qi Ziyuan to take out the pumice stone, and the two of them held the stone at the same time to see if they could wear it back, but as a result, the pumice stone did not react at all.

Instead, the two fought again over the ownership of the pumice stone.

The two of them have no internal strength, and the martial arts tricks are pale and weak, Qi Ziyuan relies on the fact that men are naturally stronger than women, and they have a slight upper hand, and the Xiling blue scimitar is a sharp weapon, and they cut down the tables and chairs in the guest room they rented, and then, after not succeeding overnight, they were driven out by the owner of the inn.

At the same time, all the flame coins on their bodies were scavenged.

The two spent the night casually on the street.

Early the next morning, there was a loud cheer of people selling snacks and buns on the street, and both of them were hungry, and they hadn't eaten for so long since they came to this Yan country.

Xiling Lan had a cold face, looking at everything around her, her eyes fell on the steaming buns, some lingered, as if those buns were the best food tempting her, her eyes glanced at some tattered beggars in the corner like her, her eyes fell on those buns with concentration and greed.