Chapter 11： Tianming Valley (7) (1/2)

Xiao Yan put an intriguing smile on the corner of his mouth and said lightly: ”The battle has just begun. It hasn't been this way in a long time. Brother Xiong Yuan, it doesn't matter, it's normal to get hurt.”

Mu Feng was suddenly stunned. He had never seen such a tenacious person. No, it can be said to be such a stupid person. He knew he was out of reach and had to die. If he had used all his strength, he would vomit blood and die.

Xiao Yan grinned. He knew that he had not used all his strengths, and his face changed, and his anger was loud.

”Quiet Fire Lotus!”

Countless strange fire groups immediately flew out of Xiao Yan's body, merging under one's eyelids. Seeing this weird scene, everyone around them was amazed. In this continent, only the pharmacist has the ability to condense the real fire, but if Xiao Yan's is real fire, then why merge? This made the disciples who watched the battle in the square very surprised and puzzled. They didn't even know that this was the eternal fire spreading on the continent.

”Alchemist?”

The disciples of Tianminggu who were on the sidelines were surprised again. The refining pharmacist is still very rare on this continent. The so-called material is rare, and naturally the status of each refining pharmacist is also very prominent. No one wants to provoke a refining pharmacist unless he is a fool. At this moment Mu Feng's arrogance also converged a lot.

Since Xiao Yan obtained the inheritance of the ancient emperor Tuo She, now the fusion fire lotus has no need to be burned. Although he extremely does not want to reveal that he owns a different fire, it is difficult to defeat Mu Feng if he does not use the different fire.

Mu Feng also felt that Xiao Yan's breath had changed dramatically in an instant, and he didn't dare to neglect. Lima released his own killer. Now he can't control so much. The breath of the opponent makes him feel a strong pressure.

”Power against the Emperor!”

This is Mu Feng's killer. Mu Feng's body slowly appeared pale gold, and her breath was soaring.

Let's look at Xiao Yan already holding a half-sized fireball standing in the air. ”Hoo--”, the breath of horror erupted between the fireball thrown by Xiao Yan and the breath erupting from Mu Feng's body.