"It looks like Wang Kun has lost. It's unbelievable that Wang Kun, a martial saint, would lose to Su Fang."
"It's probably because Su Fang has some special means to restrain Wang Kun's original spiritual fire. This guy is so lucky!"
Some people among the onlookers thought that Su Fang was just too lucky. If it were another Martial Saint, Su Fang would definitely not be his match.
"puff!"
Wang Kun vomited blood from his mouth and flew upside down like a kite with its string broken.
The miserable situation was no better than the previous few people.
"Su Fang, what have you done? Hand over Wang Kun's original spiritual fire!"
After checking Wang Kun's condition, a Tiancang Holy Land disciple shouted.
"Original spiritual fire? You ask me how I know."
Su Fang looked unconcerned. With the original spiritual fire in his hands, there was no reason to spit it out again.
"Referee, this guy violated the rules of the game by grabbing someone's spiritual fire?"
Someone in Tiancang Holy Land shouted.
"Violation? Which article is written? Why didn't I know?"
Su Fang sneered. There was no such rule in the rules of the game, so how could he break the rules?
"Junior, you take something from my Tiancang Holy Land disciple and hand it over."
Jin Bahai walked out from the high stand, his posture clearly indicating that he was going to attack the Soviet side.
"Fellow Daoist Jin, a competition is a competition. You guys from Tiancang Holy Land are not as skilled as others, so you can't blame us."
The three ancestors of Nangong also walked out of the stands at this moment. Someone came to trouble Xuanhuang Holy Land, and they couldn't just ignore it.
"Is it reasonable for this kid to steal people's things?"
Jin Bahai had a gloomy look on his face. He didn't care about his disciple's spiritual fire at all, he just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity.
"You said that I stole Wang Kun's original spiritual fire. Is there any evidence?"
Su Fang said coldly.
"Wang Kun's original spiritual fire is the spiritual fire of heaven and earth. It cannot be burned up or disappear out of thin air. If it is not in Wang Kun's body, it must be in your body."
Jin Bahai said very firmly.
"Then do you think this is Wang Kun's original spiritual fire?"
Su Fang raised his hand, and flames of red, black, and gold colors appeared in his hand.
When Jin Bahai saw this scene, he was about to say yes, but he realized something was wrong. Wang Kun's original spiritual fire was red, not black and gold, and it was indeed different from the flame in front of him.
"The different colors don't explain the problem. It's probably because you, the little brat, used some kind of deception."
Jin Bahai used his spiritual consciousness to investigate, and he was able to confirm that Su Fang was indeed holding Wang Kun's original spiritual fire, but it was a little different.
"Since senior said so, I will return this flame to Wang Kun."
Su Fang said and walked towards Wang Kun. Along the way, all the Tiancang Holy Land disciples looked at him eagerly. However, according to the rules of the competition, fighting was not allowed under the ring, which also made Su Fang feel confident.
"That's the original spiritual fire. It's such a pity."
"If I could possess it, my strength would definitely skyrocket."
Everyone was surprised when they heard this. You must know that it is a kind of heaven and earth spiritual fire. Even possessing only one kind can bring huge benefits, but Su Fang is now willing to hand it over.
"This kid is probably afraid of Patriarch Jin."
"Hmph, don't even look at who we are, how could a mere Martial King Realm guy dare to go against our Tiancang Holy Land?"
Everyone in Tiancang Holy Land thought that Su Fang was afraid and did not dare to compete with them. After all, Xuanhuang Holy Land was only the last one, even if it was the opponent of Tiancang Holy Land.
A group of Xuanhuang Holy Land disciples looked sad. They also thought that Su Fang had bowed his head, but they couldn't say anything. After all, the strength of Tiancang Holy Land was there, and it was really unwise to provoke them.
But everyone is unwilling to do so. Why can Tiancang Holy Land be so arrogant, while we, Xuanhuang Holy Land, have to keep our tail between our legs?
You must know that our Xuanhuang Holy Land was the first of the Nine Holy Lands.
No matter how those guys from Tiancang Holy Land mocked him, Su Fang remained calm. When he walked in front of Wang Kun, he raised his hand and the original spirit fire appeared in his hand, slowly fell on Wang Kun's body, and disappeared into Wang Kun.
's body.
"Haha, so what if you snatched this source of spiritual fire? Why don't you just return it obediently?"
A disciple from Tiancang Holy Land sneered.
"This guy is still trying to covet Senior Brother Wang's spiritual fire. In the end, all he can do is draw water from a bamboo basket."
Another person echoed.
"ah!"
Wang Kun, who was originally unconscious, suddenly screamed. His whole body was red and hot, and his clothes were on fire.
"What's going on?"
All the Xuanhuang Holy Land disciples were stunned.
"Su Fang, what did you just do? You tampered with the original spiritual fire!"
A Xuanhuang Holy Land disciple reacted and angrily scolded Su Fang.
"Didn't you say that the flame is his, then I will return it to him. Since it is his thing, how can I hurt him?"
Su Fang sneered. He mixed the power of gods and demons into the original spiritual fire. The power of these two powers was unpredictable and only he could control it if he had the nine-transformation demon body.
How could Wang Kun, a Dharma cultivator, be able to withstand such power?
"Take out that damn flame!"
A group of Xuanhuang Holy Land disciples discovered that Wang Kun's vital signs were getting weaker and weaker, and they were about to die, and they immediately roared angrily.
"According to your statement, this spiritual fire belongs to Wang Kun, so Wang Kun cannot be affected by the spiritual fire. This only proves that this is not Wang Kun's spiritual fire."
Su Fang quickly took out the original spiritual fire from Wang Kun's body, and Wang Kun, who was about to die, felt better now.
"Su Fang, you damn bastard, don't think that you can act arbitrarily just because you have the means to restrain the spiritual fire. I will take care of you today!"
A man with a stern face stood up.
"Here comes another one. Who do you think you are?"
Su Fang looked at the other party and sneered.
"The second disciple of Tiancang Holy Land Tianbang, Luo Changchuan."
The man said coldly.
"I'll hit you if you want. I'm not afraid of you."
Su Fang said with an indifferent expression. In his eyes, he didn't take the guys from Tiancang Holy Land into consideration at all.
Just as he was about to call for battle, someone on the side told him that someone wanted to challenge the Xuanhuang Holy Land.
"Someone came to the door? Then I'll go and deal with that guy first."
Su Fang returned to the arena in the Xuanhuang Holy Land and discovered that Song Tianlei was calling for formation. It seemed that he had won the battle between him and Lin Fangxue.
"Su Fang, I'm going to give you a severe lesson today."
Song Tianlei made harsh words on the spot.
"I thought this ruthless character came from somewhere. Why is he just a Martial Emperor? He's so boring."
"Is this guy here to die?"
Some disciples who had just watched the Su side's match looked puzzled.
"What nonsense are you guys talking about? I will kill him today."
The more Song Tianlei listened, the more annoyed he became.