He discovered that the flame in the palm of his hand was only as big as a grain of rice. If it weren't for the sharp perception of a strong saint, he wouldn't even be able to detect it.
It's really too small.
Moreover, apart from the deep blue color, there is nothing strange about it, not even a hint of burning feeling.
When the fourth elder took action previously, there was no such flame in his palm. It was only when he grabbed Ye Qiu that his grasp was empty, that flame appeared in his palm.
In other words, this flame was created by Ye Qiu.
"Could it be that Ye Changsheng wants to use this flame against me?"
When the fourth elder thought of this, his eyes suddenly changed. He looked at Ye Qiu as if he were a fool and said with disdain: "Ye Changsheng, you actually want to use such a small flame to deal with me. Are you out of your mind?"
"I am a strong saint. A flame can be extinguished with the snap of my fingers."
Hey, didn't this guy realize that the thing in his palm was a strange fire?
Ye Qiu felt a little surprised.
It stands to reason that a strong saint is well-informed and should be able to tell at a glance, but judging from the reaction of the fourth elder, it seems that he does not know him.
Otherwise, the fourth elder would never be so calm.
Of course, there was also a reason why Ye Qiu did this deliberately. He deliberately reduced the alien fire just to make the fourth elders relax their vigilance.
"It's just a good chance you didn't find it, otherwise by the time you find it, it will be too late."
Ye Qiu felt happy, looked at the fourth elder and said with a smile: "Destroy it with a snap of your fingers? Just give it a try!"
"Don't believe it? Okay, I will make you give up now." After the fourth elder finished speaking, he clapped his hands violently, trying to destroy the strange fire.
However, when he separated his hands, he suddenly discovered that the blue flame was unharmed.
"Um?"
The fourth elder raised his eyebrows slightly.
Although the power he used just now was only one percent of that of a strong saint, it was still enough to kill a Nascent Soul monk.
But I never expected that not even a small flame was extinguished.
Incredible!
He immediately realized that there was something strange about the flame in his palm.
"Do you want to try again?" Ye Qiu asked with a smile.
"Hmph." The fourth elder snorted coldly, and the Qi in his right hand surged, and then he swung it violently, trying to throw away the flame in his palm.
Unexpectedly, the flame seemed to be imprinted on his skin and integrated with his flesh and blood.
"what's the situation?"
The fourth elder was surprised.
Ye Qiu sneered: "Aren't you a saint? Why, you can't even extinguish a small flame?"
"It's just a ball of flame, but I haven't taken it seriously yet." After the fourth elder finished speaking, he clapped his hands again.
"Snapped!"
The sound of high fives was like thunder on the ground, deafening.
This time, he used 50% of his strength. When his palms separated, shock appeared on his face.
The flames have still not been extinguished.
Although the flame is only as big as a grain of rice, its vitality is extremely tenacious.
"how so?"
The fourth elder even thought he was dazzled. Otherwise, why couldn't he even put out a small flame?
Weird!
So weird!
"What kind of flame is this?" the fourth elder couldn't help but ask.
Ye Qiu said with a smile: "You are the elder of the largest sect in the Eastern Wasteland. You don't even recognize a ball of flame. Isn't it embarrassing?"
The fourth elder turned livid with anger and said in a cold voice: "Ye Changsheng, this elder tells you that no matter what means you use, you can't do anything to me."
"Really?" Ye Qiu chuckled: "Then you put out the flames."
"Do you really think that this elder can't kill it? Open your dog eyes and watch carefully." After the fourth elder finished speaking, a sharp sword whistle sounded from the palm of his hand.
call out--
Immediately afterwards, a sword energy rushed out from his palm, which was very sharp and directly split the flame into two halves.
The fourth elder smiled and said: "Ye Changsheng, did you see that your flames can't stop my sword energy at all?"
"Really?" Ye Qiu half-smiled.
Strange, why is he still smiling?
The fourth elder noticed something was wrong, looked down, and saw that the flames that had been split in half by the sword energy actually closed again in his palm.
"What?"
The fourth elder was a little confused.
You must know that the sword energy he just used could easily kill a monk in the first level of spiritual connection, but it was actually unbelievable that he failed to extinguish a small flame.
Ye Qiu sneered: "Fourth, you seem to be incapable of doing that!"
When the fourth elder heard this, his mouth twitched.
Fourth child?
Is this a title you can call?
Do you know how to be polite?
Say I can't do it?
I am a saint and a strong man, how could I not be able to do this?
This little beast actually mocked me, how dare he?
"Huh, let me tell you now with practical actions, in my eyes, your methods are nothing more than trivial tricks."
After the fourth elder finished speaking, he immediately used all his strength. Suddenly, the majestic holy power surged into his right hand.
Then, streaks of sword energy burst out from his palm.
A total of seventy-seven and forty-nine ways!
Although each sword energy is only about an inch long, its power is extraordinary.
It can be said that these forty-nine sword energy, which is more than an inch long, can kill forty-nine powerful men in the middle stage of divine connection.
then.
Forty-nine sword energies were arranged in different directions above the four elders' palms, eventually forming a small sword array.
"Ye Changsheng, be careful. If this elder's sword array is pressed down, your flames will be destroyed." After the fourth elder finished speaking, he shouted: "Suppress and kill!"
Buzz!
The sword array crashed down on the flames.
The flames seemed to be hit by a downpour, making a "sizzling" sound, emitting wisps of white smoke, and then extinguished in an instant.
"Hahaha……"
The fourth elder put away his sword formation and said with a proud smile: "Ye Changsheng, did you see that your flames are vulnerable to a single blow?"
"If you have any other means, feel free to use them. I will take them all."
"I want you to know what despair is!"
"Fourth, are you too proud too early?" Ye Qiu pointed at the fourth elder's palm with a smile on his face.
The fourth elder looked down and his expression changed.
The flames that he had just suppressed with his sword array actually appeared in his palm again, still as big as a grain of rice, emitting a faint blue light.
"What kind of flame can be immortal? Could it be... a strange fire!"
The fourth elder was shocked. He looked at Ye Qiu with disbelief and asked, "Is this a strange fire?"
"Hey, you finally recognized it?" Ye Qiu smiled brightly.
Is it really a strange fire?
Too careless!
The fourth elder said coldly: "Although the strange fire is magical, such a small strange fire should not be of high grade, otherwise you would not be able to get it with your strength."
"Ye Changsheng, you are going to be disappointed."
"I have the body of a saint, this elder. This strange fire cannot hurt me."
"Fourth brother, I appreciate your confidence." Ye Qiu finished his words with a thought in his mind.
