The Holy Son of the Fire Tribe is not very smart, has difficulty controlling his emotions, gets angry easily, and forgets everything once provoked.
In addition, so many people were fighting and rubbing each other, and it was impossible to tell who was against whom. Ling Luo took away the fairy cup containing the Holy Fire Spring without even noticing.
Ling Luo snickered in her heart and retired after her success.
He returned to the back of the big stone again and put the fire cloud brocade robe on his body again on the young disciple who was knocked unconscious.
After Ling Luo had run away and quietly sneaked back to the top of Huoling Mountain, the fierce fighting at the foot of the mountain had not stopped yet.
I don't know when it was, but the little fairy cup that was originally placed on the waist of the Holy Son of the Fire Tribe disappeared.
"Where is the Fire Holy Spring? Why is the Fire Holy Spring in my Holy Son's Immortal Cup missing?!"
The Holy Son of the Fire Tribe was furious, his eyes flashed with angry flames, and he looked at Huan Yan fiercely, saying: "It was you who did it, right? Uncle Master, you are so shameless! You actually took advantage of the chaos to steal my Immortal Cup.
Holy water!”
Huan Yan was so unjustly accused, his beard became crooked with anger, his eyes almost bulged out, and his voice changed: "Senior nephew, please don't go too far! After all, I am also one of the top ten elders of the Fire Tribe, and I will not tolerate your slander.
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"Is this Holy Son going to slander you?" The Holy Son of the Fire Tribe is so angry that his lungs are about to explode. "You have bad conduct to begin with, and you want to use fake Holy Fire Fruit to defraud the Holy Fire Spring and Fire of my Immortal Cup.
If you didn't steal the holy spring, who else could have stolen it?"
"You believe it when others say it's false?" Huan Yan was also completely irritated, "Do you have any brains at all?"
"I, the Holy Son, can pull that boy out for a confrontation!" The Holy Son of the Fire Tribe turned his head, looked at the hundreds of disciples behind him, walked around for a while, then frowned slightly, and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "That one just now
What about the kid who said the Fire Sacred Fruit is fake?"
Hundreds of disciples within the sect shook their heads, with confused expressions on their faces.
"I didn't see it. That junior brother seems to be very thin and has an ordinary face."
"That little junior brother is really brave. He even held a big stick in his hand and went up to hit Elder Huan Yan on the head."
"I remember that junior brother's skin was very fair."
"No, I remember that junior brother's skin seemed to be black and yellow."
"You remembered it wrong."
"Obviously you remembered it wrong!"
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The Holy Son of the Fire Tribe was extremely annoyed. He saw the disciples in the sect arguing in front of him, but they couldn't come up with the reason for the dispute. One had a big head and the other had a big head, and his brain was about to explode.
"That's enough, shut up this holy son! This bunch of trash can't even find a single disciple!"
On the other hand, Elder Huan Yan's anger gradually subsided. He was a careful thinker and noticed something was wrong. The old fox's IQ was higher, so he figured it out immediately.
"Haha, nephew, don't you understand? You have obviously been tricked!" Huan Yan sneered, with a sarcastic look on his face, "It was that bastard who beat me with a stick who stole yours."
Immortal cup of holy water. He pretended to be a disciple of my Fire Tribe, deliberately started a fight, and then managed to escape. He is really cunning."
At this time, a disciple on the side of the Holy Son of the Fire Clan shouted: "Senior Brother, the Fourteenth Junior Brother was knocked unconscious, and was hidden behind a big rock, and the Fire Cloud brocade robe was stripped off!