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The one hundred and forty-eighth chapter is sincerely convinced

When the true fire of Samadhi fell, the person suddenly turned into a fireball and started to burn.

Seeing that the man was powerless, the demon kings on the side immediately breathed a sigh of relief and sarcastically said, "I also think that this crazy man really has the ability to not be afraid of fire. It turns out that it is just a bluff. As soon as the king's unique skills were used, he could only die obediently."

However, at this time, Red Boy's expression was still extremely solemn. Even though the person who came was burned into a fireball, he still did not shout or yell or struggle. This was too strange, and it made him feel even more uneasy.

"Baby, do you think this is a real flame?" The other party's voice came from the flame, still with a hint of joking, which immediately made Red Boy's heart tighten, and he couldn't help but ask, "Is it still a real flame that has burned you to such a fire?"

I heard the other party say lightly: "Poor kid, please see clearly."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the flames on the other party's sleeve suddenly changed, as if they were more red and hot than elsewhere. Then he saw that the flames on his body surged towards the sleeves, as if they were swallowed by the red flames.

As the flames surged more and more violently, soon all the flames gathered at his sleeves and condensed into a small jumping spark. Everyone was looking at the man, but they found that there was no trace of burning from head to toe. Even the last small spark did not burn the sleeves.

The entire Huoyun Cave was silent, and the Red Boy widened his eyes and his face was full of incredible expressions. He knew the power of Samadhi True Fire the most. Even if his father, the Great Sage of Pingtian, was burned like this, it would be difficult to escape easily. However, the person in front of him could easily remove the flames. What kind of magical power is this?

Such a spell was simply unimaginable. He couldn't help but stare at the last little spark and murmured: "This... what kind of flame is this?"

The man smiled faintly and said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you." As he said that, he threw the spark at Red Boy with a throwing opportunity.

The Red Boy suddenly felt like he was facing a great enemy. He shouted suddenly, and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, shooting towards the spark.

He practiced hard in the depths of the Flame Mountain since childhood, which made his blood full of flame power. Therefore, he had not grown up for many years, which was enough to show how fierce the flame power was. He even thought that his blood was enough to absorb all the flames in the world.

However, at this time, he could not wrap a small spark with so much blood. He just burned quietly, like a candlelight. However, his blood was just ordinary lamp oil, slowly swallowed away by the spark.

Seeing that the spark was about to fall on him, he finally could not resist the fear in his heart. He flashed and hid away, letting it fall on the ground, but it was still burning quietly, neither growing nor extinguishing. However, the energy contained in it still shocked him.

The demon kings in the cave also saw the power of the spark at this time. When Red Boy saw it dodge, he hurriedly cheered. Unfortunately, they didn't know that avoiding fire was such a shame for a person who had practiced fire spells for hundreds of years.

"Baby, it seems that you don't like this gift?" The visitor sighed, strode forward, and stepped forward at the spark.

"No!" Red Boy screamed in surprise, trying to stop it, but it was too late. The man stepped on the spark with one foot, as if extinguishing a tiny candlelight.

Red Boy's face was full of regret. If possible, he hoped to bring the spark back to the Flame Mountain and study it carefully, and perhaps he could understand the real flame. Unfortunately, he had missed this precious opportunity.

His little face was full of regret and unwillingness. After hesitating for a while, he said dejectedly: "I lost. You are right. I don't understand the real flame and I don't have the right to live in this Fire Cloud Cave. I'll give it to you."

He is the son of the Great Sage of Pingtian. Although he is a bit arrogant, he also values ​​openness and integrity the most. Since he loses, he will never be willing to cheat.

I saw the other party smile and said, "It's a pity, although your Samadhi True Fire is a rare strange fire, it is just acquired fire. When you encounter the true innate fire, you will only be swallowed up."

After a fight, Wu Jiuxiao had already developed a little appreciation for this little kid. He could not help but give him a hint of his youth.

When Red Boy heard this, a light flashed in his eyes and asked hurriedly: "I wonder, sir, what is the innate fire, what is the acquired fire?"

Wu Jiuxiao shook his head and did not explain. After all, this had already involved the most core technique of the Fire God lineage, so he naturally could not say it casually.

But the Red Boy knelt on the ground with a thud and said, "Sir, I am willing to worship you as my teacher, and I only ask you to teach me the true way of flames. My cave, my fire spear, and anything else. If Mr. likes it, I am willing to offer it together."

Wu Jiuxiao didn't expect that this kid was so obsessed with the way of flames. He was stunned. He remembered the purpose of Yun Xiang asking him to come. He had a vague guess in his heart and said, "How can the real way of flames be taught to others? Well, there are indeed few people in the world who can cultivate the art of flames to such a state. Although you don't know the innate fire, you don't know the flames. You should leave this Fire Cloud Cave for you. I will build a cave. Today's matter will be aborted."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the cave.

Seeing that the other party refused to accept him as his disciple, Red Boy was unwilling to accept him, but he did not dare to stop him. He hurriedly asked, "I don't know what the name of sir is? Where do you live? Can you go and see him?"

Wu Jiuxiao hesitated for a moment and said, "My name is Wu Jiuxiao. As for the name, it is called Huoyun Great Sage. You don't have to look for me. If you are destined, you will meet you and I will meet you. If you are not destined, it will be useless to see you again."

After saying that, his body flashed, and turned into a fire and disappeared at the entrance of the cave. Only the Red Boy was still kneeling on the ground, murmuring the name of Wu Jiuxiao, the Great Sage of Fire Cloud.

On the big tree not far away, Yun Xiang looked at Wu Jiuxiao flying towards him and smiled: "The Great Saint of Fire Cloud Wu Jiuxiao is really a good name, but do you have to use fire to burn Yun?"

Wu Jiuxiao snorted coldly: "It's good that you know, let's talk about it, what are we here to do?"

Yun Xiang smiled playfully and said, "Didn't you guessed it?"
Chapter completed!
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