There are no sparks under the iron pot.

When a torch is extinguished, it is like falling into water.

The strong man on the grassland holding the torch was stunned on the spot.

There was an uproar all around, and people were pointing and pointing in surprise. This kind of evil thing is really rare.

Chiwu stared, Luo Sange was slightly surprised, Laohe pinched his teeth, Hansong frowned, and they all looked uncertain with their own thoughts.

Yunji chewed melon seeds, glanced at the empty cup with only a layer of tea leaves left in front of him, and continued to watch the excitement with great interest.

Sure enough, as soon as the spirit stone came out, some people couldn't help it anymore.

Twenty thousand taels of silver plus two spiritual stones, this price is enough to make most Qi practitioners take risks.

The phenomenon of torches going out may be mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of Yunji it is very simple.

Someone cast a little spell.

When the strong man on the grassland saw that the torch was out, he thought it was because there was not enough fuel. He snorted angrily and turned around to find another torch. He strode to the iron pot and continued to light the fire.

As soon as the torch was inserted into the iron pot, it suddenly went out as before.

This time someone saw the doorway. Luo San raised his eyebrows and looked at an inconspicuous corner in the crowd, where a rickety old woman was standing.

"Hey, where's the tea? I think I just refilled it."

Ma Dao planned to take a sip of tea to calm down his shock, but unexpectedly when he raised the cup, it was empty, and the tea in the cup disappeared.

Thinking that he had remembered it wrong, Ma Dao scratched his head and stopped pouring tea. He stared at the big iron pot intently, intending to see where the sacred extinguished torch was.

The strong man on the grassland missed twice, screamed in anger, and found a huge torch, which burned like a small tree with blazing fire.

Returning to the iron pot, the strong man was afraid that the torch would go out again, so he leaned sideways to block the wind, and carefully moved it under the iron pot.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the iron pot. People wanted to see if they could light the fire this time, and everyone stared attentively.

Feng Hai in the pot looked pale and blew hard at the strong man on the grassland, trying to blow out the torch.

As long as he can't light a fire, he can still be saved.

Yunji's eyes were not on the iron pot, but on the teapot on the table.

Just as the torch was about to touch the wood, tea suddenly poured out of the spout, forming a line of water heading straight towards the iron pot.

The water line made no sound, like a dexterous water snake, passing through the crowd and hitting the torch, extinguishing the flame for the third time.

"Water Diversion Technique."

Yunji whispered.

Someone secretly used their hands and feet to divert the tea away from him and Saber's tea cup. They extinguished the torch twice. Because the third torch was too big, the person who used the water diversion technique could only divert all the tea away from the teapot.

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The torches were extinguished three times in a row, and the strong man on the grassland who lit the fire was completely furious. He screamed: "Who! Who put out the torch! Get out of here if you dare, I will tear you apart!!"

The strong man's provocation went unanswered.

No matter Luo Sange, Lao He or Han Song, no one admitted to extinguishing the torch.

A strange laughter came from Chi Wu's mouth, and he said in a loud voice: "The little trick of diverting water, it is exquisite, it has no use other than extinguishing fires. Come on, bring the torch!"

Chiwu personally grabbed the newly retrieved torch and strode to the iron pot. He turned around suddenly and pointed the torch at the crowd.

The waving torch was like a fallen sword. It did not light the fire, but silently conveyed the order from Chiwu.

Phew! Phew!

The wind suddenly appeared, and a large specially made net fell from the sky, trapping an old woman hiding in the crowd.

After the old woman was caught in the net, several prairie men who had already ambushed her rushed out from the crowd, quickly tied the mouth of the net to death, and dragged the old woman to Chiwu like a dog.

People were very surprised when the old woman was captured, but the face of the mercenary Lao He became anxious.

"Old immortal, how many times have you ruined my good deeds? Don't think I don't know."

Chi Wu's eyes were sinister and he said coldly: "You were responsible for the two fat sheep that escaped from me a few years ago. You were also responsible for the several stolen goods from the Teng She Department, as well as the batch of weapons sold to the Teng Snake Department.

The slaves who escaped from the country are also related to you. They look inconspicuous, but you, this old guy, are actually the leader of the mercenaries in Sand Town. You have gone against our prairie people several times. This time I will see if you die!"

Chiwu used his strength to throw the big net and the old woman into the iron pot. Anyway, the iron pot was big enough for two people.

"Snake skin net... It seems that Master Chiwu has been prepared for this. This old woman is going to die, so she is not afraid of death." The old woman knew that she couldn't get away today, so she didn't struggle. She curled up and spoke with dry lips.

The old woman in the iron pot is the old beggar in the town who begs for alms. This person is very secretive. He is not only a Qi practitioner but also the leader of the mercenaries in Sha Town. But today, he fell into the hands of Chi Wu and trapped her.

The snakeskin net is not an ordinary snake skin but is made of the skin of a demon snake. Not only is it not afraid of being boiled, it can also trap the Qi practitioner's Qi, leaving the old woman unable to use any means and can only wait to die.

The old woman entered the pot, causing an uproar.

Ma Dao was surprised and said in amazement: "I didn't see it! The old beggar who is usually sloppy and begging for mercy is actually a mercenary leader and a Qi practitioner!"

Many people, like Ma Dao, recognized this old woman and thought she was just a pitiful beggar. Now that they learned that she had cultivation skills and was against the Soaring Snake Tribe, everyone was very surprised.

Feng Hai stopped working in the pot and shouted: "What do you mean? Cook two in one pot? Can you find a beautiful woman? Get an old woman to cook with me in the pot. I will never rest in peace! You barbarians will disgust me to death!"

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The old woman soaked in the water and comforted her: "Just make do with it, young man. You are still picky when you are about to die. You were not ugly when you were young."

"I don't want to do it! It's cool to die under the peony flowers and be a ghost. I'm not willing to die with the old cauliflower! People from the Chamber of Commerce, please save me!"

Feng Hai shouted at the top of his lungs. The more he shouted, the closer the torch in Chiwu's hand got to the iron pot.

"Old cauliflower is also a flower, isn't it?" The old woman remained calm and showed no fear in the face of death.

Just as the torch in Chiwu's hand was about to light up the firewood, Huyazi Laohe suddenly shouted and started to take action. At the same time, hundreds of mercenaries charged with swords in their hands, moving neatly and quickly, directly towards the cauldron.

Lao He took the lead, his short sword was full of noise, and even though he was lame in one leg, he was not slow at all in charging at a short distance. When he got close to him with two breaths, he raised the sword to kill.

Chi Wu was well prepared, and he hit Lao He directly with the torch in his hand. Then he dodged, picked up a heavy knife as high as his eyebrows, and slashed towards Lao He's waist.

Chi Wu's sword was so powerful that if he hit it, even his horse could be cut in half.

Lao He was very agile. He first caught it with his short sword, tested the strength of the heavy sword, and immediately used offense as defense, hoping to bypass the heavy sword and surprise the opponent's bottom lane.

Lao He has been on the battlefield for a long time and has practiced the skill of killing people. He has a problem with his legs and feet, but the skill in his hands is still there. He can use his true energy to cut a white line with the short sword.

This knife was as fast as lightning and had a tricky angle. Taking advantage of the gap where Chi Wu had not used up all his strength, it was a fatal blow.

Ordinary people couldn't avoid it, but Chiwu had the blood of a snake demon. He twisted his waist and avoided Lao He's short knife with an incredible movement. His whole body was like a twist.

While dodging the dagger, Chiwu flicked his right arm, and the little green-eyed snake wrapped around his hand flew out. The snake's body surged in mid-air, transforming into a giant python. When it landed, it was already about the thickness of a bucket and two feet long.

Horrible snake monster.

The giant python bit at Lao He. If the short knife hadn't been able to resist quickly, Lao He would have entered the snake's belly. Even so, the strange power of the giant python knocked Lao He out with the knife, and smashed him into the tea shop.

There was a commotion among the tea drinkers.
Chapter completed!