In the ring, the fire was raging, and although Si Yongnian was very uncomfortable, he was in an excellent mood, with a smile on his face. After a meal, he estimated that there must be no scum left in the fire, so he pinched a trick and slapped it on the bottom of the gourd, and the runes on the mouth of the gourd flashed, and the little gourd whale sucked the fire into the abdomen.

Just as the flames were about to be sucked out, the smile on Si Yongnian's face suddenly froze along with the whole person.

Under the ring, sharp-eyed people couldn't help but exclaim: "Look at it, look at it, it's a figure!"

"How...... It seems to be really ......."

"Isn't Feng Wuchen dead yet?"

Ouyang Gao hurriedly wiped away a handful of teary eyes, raised his head and stood up, and looked at the pillar of fire, only to see that there was really a vague figure in the center of the pillar of fire, and he couldn't help but be surprised and worried, and his heart was mixed!

In the ring, Si Yongnian was shocked and puzzled, and it took a while to come back to his senses, hurriedly covered the gourd cover, stared at the figure carefully, the figure was motionless, frowned and thought: "There is no reason why you can't die after burning for so long! Could it be that there is something strange about this prisoner's body, even if it is burned to death, it can't be burned?"

"Yes, it must be!"

Si Yongnian was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly he saw the figure in the fire move, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat again, and he looked at it carefully, and the figure moved again. This time, Si Yongnian was scared half to death, and he hurriedly pulled out the lid of the gourd and was about to breathe fire again, but he heard a loud "bang" from the pillar of fire, and a ball of fireworks erupted and rushed straight over.

Si Yongnian was frightened inexplicably, and he didn't dare to resist, so he ran away. The fire was in pursuit, and it was so fast that a few flashes blocked his escape. He had no choice but to draw his broadsword and slash it over, slashing dozens of times in a row, and the flames over there kept changing shapes, blocking the broadsword at the edge of the fire, making a chaotic sound of "ping-pong" metal impact.

After a cup of tea, Si Yongnian exhausted his means, exhausted, covered with stinky sweat, but he couldn't help a flame.

Suddenly, a human voice came from the flames: "You have been fighting for a long time, it's time to change me!"

Before the words fell, the flames gradually thinned, revealing the person in it, who was Feng Wuchen. I saw that in the distance around him, there were three crescent-shaped fires constantly circling him, crisscrossing and reflecting each other, protecting him impermeable, so that the chaotic flames could not get close to him at all. And he, I don't know when he changed his clothes, he changed a big red scarf on his head, two slender scarlet streamers flew in the air, like flames, and he wore a brand-new straight-necked narrow-sleeved jacket, which was also bright red, and the hem of his clothes fluttered, and with his red face at this time, like the god of fire.

Although Si Yongnian had already guessed, but when he really saw it, he couldn't help but be shocked, his legs trembled, and he muttered: "Impossible! Impossible! He was obviously poisoned by the Ecstasy Pill and had been burned for so long, how could there be nothing?"

"Prepare to die!" Feng Wuchen didn't talk to Si Yongnian, only pointed at him from afar, and the three crescent-shaped fires immediately spun in the air, and flew together and slashed towards Si Yongnian, the wind roared and roared, like thunder. Si Yongnian's soul was in a hurry, and he hurriedly summoned a flame shield to resist.

I only heard a loud "bang", the sky collapsed, and three flames hit the flame shield together. Si Yongnian immediately flew out upside down, struggling a few times in mid-air, as if he wanted to stabilize his body, but he was like a kite with a broken string, where could he control it. There was a loud "bang" again, and a human-shaped pit was smashed directly on the ground, and when he moved his body, he couldn't help but vomit blood. Then, as soon as it was dark, he fainted. Until he closed his eyes, he didn't understand what was going on!

Not only did Si Yongnian not understand, but Ouyang Gao was also shocked and puzzled, it stands to reason that he was poisoned by the Enchanted Heart Pill, but it shouldn't be so fast, and although he gave the wind to the Qingshen San, although it has a little detoxification function, but after all, it has little effect, far from the point where the medicine can be cured!

Ouyang Gao looked at Feng Wuchen again, and thought to himself: "Could it be that Feng Wuchen had already taken precautions and didn't really take the Enchanted Heart Pill?"

In the ring, the presiding elder announced that Feng Wuchen had won. Feng Wuchen saluted respectfully and jumped out of the ring, feeling dry and physically and mentally exhausted. However, fortunately, he was still alive, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help but feel a thousand emotions in his heart, but he didn't expect that just now, when he was about to lose his life, he accidentally practiced the first layer of the spell spiritual light slash, and narrowly picked up his life.

It turned out that when Feng Wuchen was trapped in the sea of fire by Si Yongnian before, he was so hot that he smoked, his mouth was dry, and he was so uncomfortable that he didn't want to live. However, it was this uncomfortable feeling that made him feel very familiar, as if he had experienced it before. He thought desperately, and finally thought of a few vague figures, but he couldn't remember what their faces were.

Thinking about it, it was all blurry and messy, and he couldn't help but be angry and anxious, so he slapped himself fiercely, just on his waist, on a bulging object, and on his own hand. glared angrily, only to see that it was a cyan cloth bag, which was different from the tattered clothes on his body, and it did not mean to be scorched at all.

Feng Wuchen took the cloth bag into his hand in surprise, it was very familiar, but he couldn't figure out the ins and outs of it. As soon as his mind moved, the storage bag opened, and all the contents appeared in his heart, and he checked them one by one, and a locked vermilion lacquer brocade box caught his attention. With a thought, the brocade box reached his hand, and with a little force he tore off the small lock and opened the brocade box, which contained a folding fan and a handkerchief.

Looking at these two things, his heart began to surge, and he couldn't help muttering, "He...... He Miaoyin......"

For a while, Shen Yanggong was running rapidly in his body, and all the things in the past appeared in his mind one by one.

"Ah......h

It was also at this time that Ouyang Gao pulled away the wind and questioned and beat him violently.

After a while, Feng Wuchen completely sobered up, and for a while he couldn't figure out how he had been cautious and how he had fallen for Si Yongnian's move, but he didn't have time to think about it, and escaping from the danger at hand was the top priority. However, after thinking about it for a long time, there is still nothing to do, it can be said that there is no way to go to heaven, there is no way to enter the earth, only to wait for death!

Feng Wuchen couldn't help but think bitterly: "It's better that you haven't regained your senses! It's a hundred times since you died, and the people in the province have suffered this torture and this crime!"

The surrounding walls of fire are only three zhang apart, and Feng Wuchen is in the middle of the sea of fire, although he uses all his spiritual power to resist, he is still burned all over his body, and the pain everywhere is so hot that he almost turns into jerky.

Just when he was disheartened and in pain, he suddenly thought of the spell in the third white slip he had obtained, the spiritual light slash. The first layer of this spiritual light slash is called the "Crescent Moon Fire Knife", after practice, the spiritual light turns into a fire knife, which can not only kill the enemy but also protect the body, and may be able to solve the power of the moment. It's just that it's not that simple to practice this spell, he hasn't practiced it for a long time before! The reason why he couldn't practice it is because he doesn't have enough understanding of himself, and second, he doesn't have a monstrous fire as a backing. To practice this crescent fire sword, you need to be in a place where there is a big fire to get twice the result with half the effort.

Feng Wuchen glanced at his embarrassed self, looked around again, and said to himself in his heart: "Now that there is a fire, it depends on whether you succeed or not!

It's a coincidence, and he really got him to practice at the last moment, although he is still only a small success, he can only turn into three crescent moon fire knives, and if he practices straight Dacheng, he can turn into seven crescent moon fire knives. However, this can be regarded as relieving his urgent need and saving his life!

And then there was what happened......

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Living with one heart.

Baiyi Alley, a small alley that sounds very clean and neat, but in fact it is the dirtiest alley, the houses on both sides are thatched houses, the walls are mottled, the roof is ragged, the wind and rain are permeable, as if a gust of wind can blow them all down, the road surface is potholed, all kinds of tattered debris are piled up at random, all kinds of feces are everywhere, filthy.

It's such an unsightly little broken alley, but there will always be outsiders to patronize, and there is no shortage of well-dressed people. Not for anything else, just because this is a place where three religions and nine streams live together, and you can buy things here that can't be bought elsewhere.

On this day, at noon, more than a dozen young men armed with sticks and spears entered the Baiyi Alley under the leadership of one person. As soon as they entered the alley, these people immediately restrained a lot, one by one cautiously, jumping left and right, and some of them covered their noses and picked their eyes, trying not to look at the things on the ground.

The leader was twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a striking scar on his cheek, a collar of half-used soapcloth, and a long stick the thickness of an arm, with an angry face, and walked like the wind, as if he was not afraid to step on a foot or two, leaving his companions far behind. He took the lead, stopped in the middle of the alley, and pushed the door hard, "creaking", but failed to push it open.

Scar waited a little, and when his companions arrived, he said to everyone: "This guy is tied to the door, I want to hide inside, we smashed his broken door!"

"Good ......"

"Kill this abominable 'motley' ......"

In the midst of the noise, a group of people smashed open the broken door with all their hands and feet, and almost knocked down the earthen house.

There was a lot of commotion here, and all the neighbors in the alley went out to watch the excitement, and they couldn't help but get together and talk about it.

Someone asked, "What's going on?"

Someone pouted and said, "Needless to say, it must be a miscellaneous rat selling fake pills and fake medicines that someone found out about coming to the door!"

Someone gloated: "The heart of the miscellaneous rat is too dark, a Dan was pinched and smeared by him and stirred into a dozen, and the selling price is not low, I have long advised him not to be too much, he doesn't listen, this is not, it's causing big trouble!"

Someone sneered: "Fat third, although the dosage of the miscellaneous rat's Dan is insufficient, it is also true, you are much darker than him, be careful when someone comes to smash your shop!"

The third fat man yelled: "Thin hemp pole, Lao Tzu wants you to take care of it! Be careful that Lao Tzu will smash your shop now......"

Just when several peers in Baiyi Lane were fighting bitterly and hatefully, more than a dozen young people suddenly escaped from the shop of the miscellaneous rats, shouting "Dead man, dead man......