"There can be three chances to shoot the pole every time you pick a fire, you only used it once, and there are two more opportunities not to waste!" Wei Qinglian reminded with a smile.

"Ah, yes, yes!" Fang Feiyang nodded, if there were two more chances, it would be easy to do.

Fishing for a group of "Sanskrit Buddha Flames" and then a group of "Seven-colored Light Flames" just do not offend Senior Sister Xiao Yunshang or Senior Sister Liu Yinxi.

With the experience of the first time, this second time is a breeze to master.

Fang Feiyang didn't need to make any preparations, he directly took out the rod again, and this time after the fishing line touched the Yan River, he floated directly towards the "Sanskrit Buddha Yan".

Seeing that the "Sanskrit Buddha Flame" trembled with excitement, it seemed that it had been waiting for a long time, and it seemed that there should be no surprise, but at this moment, a big bubble suddenly appeared from the bottom of the Yan River.

"Pop", the bubble burst on the surface of the Yan River, and a small whirlpool immediately formed, and in the whirlpool lay quietly a picture of flames the size of a fingernail.

This flame is blue-gray, and it looks extremely demonic, and from time to time there are hideous grimaces in the firelight, and there is a faint sound of crying from it.

And at the moment when this strange fire appeared, the other strange fires consciously retreated some distance, as if they were expressing their respect and fear for this strange fire with their actions!

And along the bank of the river, Yang Yu had already shouted out out of shape: "Nine Nether Flames!"

This name Fang Feiyang is not unfamiliar, this "Nine Nether Flames" legend is the true fire contained in the body of the Drought Fish, which is formed by the evil qi in the body of the powerful ghosts in the Nine Shadows Underground, the temperature itself is not high, but it can melt people's souls, and it is the most bizarre flame.

Since ancient times, together with the Samadhi True Fire of the Vermilion Bird, the Rebirth Bath Fire of the Red Phoenix, the Xingyuan Starfire of Bi Fang, and the Sun True Fire of the Three-legged Golden Crow, they have become the five great fires in the world, and they are the top existence of the different fires.

And this kind of strange fire is also recognized as the most difficult to obtain among the five different fires. Don't look at the small lump here, it's probably worth more than all the other fires combined.

It's no wonder that as soon as the "Nine Nether Flames" came out, other different fires automatically avoided it.

At this time, Fang Feiyang had no choice at all. Under the deterrence of the "Nine Nether Flames", the other strange flames were far away.

Then the "Nine Nether Flames" were like a fish, swimming freely in the Yan River twice, and directly swam on Fang Feiyang's fishing line.

A few seconds later, the blue-gray demonic flame lay quietly in Fang Feiyang's palm. It burned quietly, and the faint cry in the firelight gradually faded into silence.

There was silence all around, and then there was a "coo-dong", which was the sound of Yang Yu swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"That, Senior Brother Fang, I remember that you are a disciple of Longji Peak, and this 'Nine Nether Flames' shouldn't be of much value to you. Xie Changhai barely squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said, "But I'm very interested in this 'Nine Nether Flames', so it's better for you to make a price." Sell it to me, and I'll be rewarded!"

"En?" Fang Feiyang smiled, glanced at Luo Ying, who was pale beside Xie Changhai, and asked, "Senior Brother Xie, don't you blame me for injuring Senior Sister Luo?"

"This ...... Senior Brother Fang laughed!" Xie Changhai gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Sister Luo just accidentally slipped and fell, and you have nothing to do with Senior Brother Fang!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Luo Ying's face instantly darkened, and he covered his mouth in disbelief and took two steps back, needing to lean against the wall to stand.

But Xie Changhai didn't even look at him.

It's no wonder that Xie Changhai is so out of shape and would rather pay such a big price. It's really that this "Nine Nether Flames" is too rare.

He had been stuck in the bottleneck for several years, and if he got this "Nine Nether Flames", he would probably be able to pierce that layer of window paper with a single sentence, and even be promoted to a true disciple.

For all this. Even if he gives up his Taoist companion, he will not hesitate to do it, if he can really become a true disciple, are you afraid that he will not find a woman in the future?

Not only him, but most of the Frost Fire Peak disciples present were awakened fire-type martial spirits, and they were also cultivating fire-based spells, and everyone knew the improvement that this group of "Nine Nether Flames" could bring.

So although Xie Changhai did this shamelessly enough. But no one laughed at him.

Among all of them, only Yan Que and Yang Yu were silent.

Yan Que was because he had awakened a thunderbolt martial spirit, so he didn't have much interest in this "Nine Nether Flames", while Yang Yu was a true disciple and might have seen some of the world, so he wasn't too out of shape.

However, Xie Changhai obviously thought too much, Fang Feiyang pretended to think about it, and then directly put the "Nine Nether Flames" into the Qiankun bag.

The three-legged golden crow needs to devour the flames to level up, and this "Nine Nether Flames" may be very much to his liking, and even if he can't use it, he can keep it for Sister Qinglian in the future.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Xie, this 'Nine Nether Flames' is not for sale!" Fang Feiyang directly refused, and then made another move in Xie Changhai's murderous eyes.

There can be three chances to shoot a fire, and Fang Feiyang has used it twice before, this is the last chance to make a shot.

In fact, before the rod was released, Fang Feiyang didn't think about which strange fire to fish.

Choosing "Sanskrit Buddha Yan", Senior Sister Xiao Yunshang will definitely be hairy.

And if you choose the "Seven Colors of Light Flame", Senior Sister Liu Yinxian will also be unhappy.

In order not to ask for trouble, Fang Feiyang simply closed his eyes and shook the fishing wire in his hand aimlessly, fishing which one counts.

When the transparent silk thread submerged into the Yan River, Xiao Yunsheng and Liu Yin's tearful hearts were pinched, staring at the direction of "Sanskrit Buddha Flame" and "Seven Colors of Light Flame", wanting to see what kind of choice Fang Feiyang made.

However, this time, Fang Feiyang's fishing line seemed to be tied to a stone, and it sank straight into the Yan River, not moving in any direction.

As time passed, the fishing wire in Fang Feiyang's hand stretched straight to the bottom of the Yan River, and the other strange fires around him did not move at all.

After a few moments, everyone felt a tremor beneath their feet, which was small at first, then gradually increased and became more frequent.

The originally calm surface of the Yan River gradually rippled, and the hot magma formed one small wave after another, lapping on the rocks on the shore.

At the bottom of the Yan River, it seems that a behemoth is waking up!

With everyone's astonished eyes and an earth-shattering roar, a huge red dragon head poked out of the Yan River, waiting for the copper bell-like eyes to coldly glance at everyone on the shore.

Under that huge dragon might, there were several Frost Fire Peak disciples who even stood unsteadily, and sat on the ground with weak legs. (To be continued.) )