"Senior sister, junior sister, why are you here! I can't find you everywhere!"

A woman dressed in a black and red assassin costume flew over the tree all the way, and the moment she jumped to the ground, she hurriedly put her hand on Fei Yanyan's back to check her condition. This person was none other than Ling Yafei, the strongest disciple of the three sects of the Burning Heaven Sect.

The Burning Heaven Sect is divided into twelve sects and eight factions.

Because the Burning Heaven School practiced the fire control technique is divided into 12 levels, it is set as 12 gates, each of which has reached the corresponding level of the master to teach, these 12 levels are the Ordinary Fire in the Rotation Period, the Dual Yuan Fire in the Enlightenment Period, the Xuanhuo in the Fusion Period, the Nanli Xuanhuo in the Qi Yuan Period and the Spiritual Silence Period, the Three Flavors True Fire in the Yuan Infant Period, the Qianyun Fire in the Out-of-Body Period and the Distraction Period, the Demon Flame in the Fusion Period, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire in the Fusion Period, the Candle Flame in the Tribulation Period, the Divine Fire in the Mahayana Period and the Scattered Immortals, and the Nine Heavens Divine Fire in the Heavenly Immortals.

The eight factions are in this river and lake, and there are eight Burning Heaven factions.

Fei Yanyan raised her head when she heard the voice, hugged Ling Yafei, and cried loudly.

The night was dim, the clouds followed the wind, covering the moon, flickering and bright, Fei Yanyan was accompanied by Ling Yafei, walking on the way home, for the orphans, the Burning Sky Sect was home.

Back at the residence, Ling Yafei said softly: "Yan Yan, don't sneak out by yourself in the future! What's the matter, tell me, don't you still have me!"

She is four years older than Fei Yanyan, and when she brought Fei Yanyan back to the sect from Yunchang Daochang, Ling Yafei was taking care of her, and the two talked about everything, and they were like sisters.

"Got it, senior sister. Fei Yanyan replied obediently.

Untie the hair rope, comb your hair, play with your bangs, a pair of red and smart eyes, innocently looking at the bronze mirror, snow-white skin, lined with a large mole under the left eye is more distinctive, long eyelashes, slender eyes, as if in a flash, you can speak.

Ling Yafei saw that Fei Yanyan was still grinding, and hurriedly urged: "Yan Yan, go to bed quickly, I have to take the exam tomorrow morning!"

"Ping... Ping Pong··· Ping Pong···"

Three crisp spear sounds, this is the sound of two elders, with two spears, infused with dual fire, and hit together, as the sound sounds, the two pillars of Taiji schema-style group fire, flying straight to the sky, this is the unique rallying cry of the Burning Heaven Sect. Every day before sunrise, the Burning Heaven Sect summoned all the disciples to the Zhurong Hall to practice internal strength.

Zhu Rong, that is, Chongli, is worshiped as the god of fire, and the Burning Heaven faction worships Zhu Rong as the ancestor and takes the spear as the artifact.

After Fei Yanyan heard the first gunshot, she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, but she didn't move; when Ling Yafei got up and was about to clean up, she began to pretend to be asleep again; after all the disciples had assembled in the Zhurong Palace, she set off slowly.

Zhurong Hall is built on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, where the land is rich in resources, the resources are abundant, the mountain contains rich metals and jade, among the mountaintops, a large bronze statue of Zhurong stands there, in front of the bronze statue, there are four red pillars on both sides, on behalf of the eight places in the world Burning Heaven faction with the same root, on each red pillar, are tied with red ribbons, fluttering with the wind, on behalf of the Burning Heaven faction to receive the will of the sky, the origin is long.

"For me to re-li, pass on my burning sky, receive the will of heaven, for thousands of generations!"

Standing in front of the bronze statue and shouting these words, it was the head of the Burning Heaven Sect, Yun Changdao, who was the strongest man here, and his cultivation had reached the stage of distraction, and he had obtained dry clouds and fire.

"For me to re-li, pass on my burning sky, receive the will of heaven, for thousands of generations!"

The five elders led all the disciples to shout in unison.

These five elders are Ling Chong, Ling Xia, Lingxia, Lingdu, Lingyan, Lingfeng, and Lingfeng, respectively.

"Today, it is my Burning Heaven Sect's annual Fire Resistance Grading Exam, the old rule, all the disciples are in their best state, stand in the center of the Zhurong Palace, and accept the baptism of the Eight Pillars!"

"Elders oversee to prevent cheating!"

"Ready, we'll be... Let's get started!"

After Yun Chang presided over it, he issued the final order, and saw that all the disciples were lined up in turn, ready to be baptized.

An apprentice came to the center of the eight pillars, palms of his hands facing up, slowly raised, and stayed in front of his chest, palms facing each other, forming a sphere of power. I saw that the eight pillars emitted fire qi and gathered in the air, and a cloud of red flames poured down, hitting the apprentice, and the vaporization dispersed. I saw two flames on the tip of the apprentice's head.

"Congratulations, Hiccup~ Advance to the second gate!" "Elder Wumen took the wine jug, took a sip of wine, and said slowly.

After being baptized by the Eight Pillars, a few fires appeared on the tip of the head, which was several levels of fire resistance, and combined with cultivation, the disciples were divided into the corresponding sect levels.

"Oops... I didn't make the cut~"

"Wow, she's so powerful, she has been promoted two levels in a row!"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not a downgrade"

"Ling Yafei, congratulations, you have successfully advanced to the fourth gate!"

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With the advancement of time, all three disciples have completed the leveling. Seeing that the exam was about to end, Fei Yanyan walked lazily from the mountain steps.

The disciple who had just finished the grading stood behind, looked back at her with disdain, and said unabashedly: "Hey, look, the waste wood is coming, hehe, it's really waste wood to get up so late." ”

Hearing this, Fei Yanyan turned a blind eye, listened to it, lowered her head, and cautiously shuttled through the crowd.

"Oh, I'm sick!

"I don't have long eyes! So many people are still squeezing forward, and they won't pull aside!"

"Waste wood, stay away from me!

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Everywhere she passed, Fei Yanyan could hear these harsh voices, and she didn't refute or ignore them, this was advice to herself!

Yun Chang looked at Fei Yanyan, who was late, waved the dust, and said lightly: "Fei Yanyan, it's just you!"

Fei Yanyan slowly walked towards the center of the hall, and everyone cast disdainful glances, and mocked and sneered wantonly below. After so many years, in every exam, the results measured by Fei Yanyan are only a small flame, and the cultivation is only in the rotation period.

She looked at the crowd, stretched out her right hand at random, and in her index finger, a fire was born, and the clouds and flames gathered, and she remained motionless, closed her eyes, and waited for the result to come.

At this time, Yun often hides behind a pillar, "casually" holding the pillar with his hand, and an invisible, transparent flame hovers upwards along the pillar and reaches the cloud.

"Hahahaha······ Another level!"

"Waste firewood, waste firewood Fei Yanyan!

"Waste Yanyan! Waste Yanyan!"

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In the ridicule of everyone, Fei Yanyan already knew the result, she never worried that her level would change, but every time she heard these harsh voices, she would inevitably lose her heart.

She sighed, and in the eyes of everyone, she walked on the side of the road with her head down, not wanting to say a word, not wanting to look up and look at anyone!