Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Chapter 150 Lihuo Sword Power

Hearing that Fan Jian said that he wanted to salvage the Huo Xi Furnace, Wu Sheng already knew that he wanted to forge heaven-level high-grade weapons.

He didn't say much, and set off on the road with Jingfan.

Fan Jian was very curious, why did Liaochen insist on letting Jingfan follow him?

Thinking about it carefully, from the very beginning, Chen had tied Jingfan to himself somewhat deliberately.

Could this old monk want to be a matchmaker?

Thinking of this, Fan Jian couldn't help but glance at Jing Fan.

As if sensing Fan Jian's gaze, Jing Fan also turned to look at Fan Jian. The two men met each other, smiled at each other, and then looked away again.

It looks quite watery...

It's just that a nun is a nun, and there is no such thing as forcing a young nun to return to vulgarity in this world, even if he is dusted.

Fan Jian didn't think about it any more, he just thought it was Liaochen deliberately arranging someone to have a relationship with him in order to resolve the grievances between him and Sakyamuni.

It took nearly three days to go back and forth, and there are still seven days before the cold dew season. If you act quickly, you should be able to catch up.

After rushing with all his strength, he finally reached the Yanyan Lake in the far south before dark.

From a long distance, the steaming heat distorted the entire sky into water patterns.

The flame soared nearly a hundred meters into the air, like a huge burning furnace.

Within a hundred miles, one could already feel the scorching heat scorching the skin, as if trying to drain every trace of moisture from the body.

Sweat soaked the clothes and stuck to the body, making the surroundings even hotter.

Entering the side of Yanyan Pond, the scorching heat is even more obvious, as if being in a stove, even breathing is stuffy.

Fan Jian's whole body was wrapped with the true qi of the wind meridians of the six emptiness, which made his body a little more comfortable.

Looking back, he burst out laughing.

I saw the little nun Jingfan's face was red, with one hand in front of her, covering the clothes that were soaked in sweat and looked thin and transparent.

The little nun... is quite predictable!

When Jing Fan heard Fan Jian's laughter, she couldn't wait to tuck her head into her neck.

Just when she was ashamed, she felt a burst of coolness all over her body, and a gust of wind kept moving and blowing against her body, and the clothes were dried after a while.

Turning around, he saw Fan Jian's smiling face, and immediately nodded gratefully at him.

Fan Jian smiled, turned his head to look at Wu Sheng and said.

"Hurry up and salvage it before it's dark! Master Lao is here!"

Wusheng nodded, his mana was concentrated, and his whole body suddenly showed a metallic texture.

Seeing Wusheng jumped into the pool of fire, he was immediately swallowed by the flames, wrapped and buried in the flames.

Seeing this, Jing Fan exclaimed in shock, and quickly took out the prayer beads and whispered the mantra.

Looking at the steaming flames, Fan Jian suddenly had the idea of ​​getting closer.

It's just that as soon as this idea appeared, he suppressed it.

Just kidding, my muscle golden wheel is a water skill. If it is a skill used by humans, he is not afraid of high temperatures, but how can he resist this natural force?

If you really want to jump down like Wusheng with the muscle golden wheel, the result is no different from throwing a grilled chicken wing down.

Thinking of this, Fan Jian shook his head again and again.

But when this idea appeared, it was like a vine growing, climbing into Fan Jian's heart again and again.

What if?

There is no case!

Fan Jian was frightened by himself.

It seems that Gu Shengren is right, he is really talented in killing.

What if...

The more Fan Jian thought about it, the less he wanted to think about it, but the more he didn't want to think about it, he just kept thinking about it.

After much deliberation, he finally couldn't help stretching out his hand.

What if it's all right...

At this moment, the Nascent Soul of the Great Innate Eight Swords in his body suddenly moved, and a gust of sword energy was automatically generated, sucked in Fan Jian's hand, and sucked back a large ball of flames along the way.

Fan Jian was startled, and retreated again and again, but was still wrapped in the flames, and his whole body was instantly covered with a layer of flames.

Elder Shen looked at the situation in the fire pool with concern, not paying attention to Fan Jian's appearance at all.

Instead, Jing Fan was restless, and when he turned his head, he saw Fan Jian's body wrapped in flames, jumping up and down.

Suddenly said in surprise.

"Love Sword Immortal! Fan Shizhu...he's on fire!"

Fan Jian couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, this little nun, why does she still eat words when she speaks...

Can you die if you add "zhe"?

Having said that, Fan Jian is really fine now!

The flames on his body stuck to him like a pet, not only did it not burn him, but it sucked all the heat from his body.

Then a scorching sword energy traveled leisurely in the body, reaching the lower dantian.

And the Nascent Soul of the Daji Xiantian Eight Swords also began to absorb the sword energy by itself, and then danced wantonly.

"Daji Xiantian Eight Swords, Lihuo Sword Power!"

"Shangjiu, respect the past!"

"Six two, Huangli Yuanji!"

"Ninety-three, the departure of the sun!"

"Ninety-Fourth, suddenly burn to death!"

"Six five, out of tears!"

"Shangjiu, Wang Yong goes out to fight!"

"Lihuo sword momentum, the fire is rising!"

Seeing a tongue of flame condensed in Fan Jian's hand, he waved it like a sword. After some dancing, the flames around his body turned into a long sword with flames in his hand.

The fire sword has no substance, but it seems to have substance, and it is writhing in Fan Jian's left and right hands.

Elder Shen only glanced at him and stopped paying attention.

Among the eight innate swords of Daji, the four swords of water, fire, wind and thunder need to feel the natural phenomenon firsthand.

Although Elder Shen doesn't know the Eight Swords Sword Qi, he still has a deep understanding of sword moves.

It's just that without the sword energy, for him, this technique is not as effective as the Zhanqingsi Sword Art.

After rehearsing the sword moves, Fan Jian waved his hand, and the flame disappeared.

At this time, he was around Yanyan Pond, as comfortable as bathing in the spring breeze.

Just as he was having fun, he saw Jing Fan's shocked expression and immediately asked with a smile.

"What's wrong? What the hell?"

Jing Fan shook his head and said.

"Benefactor Shen is truly amazing, even the flames can be manipulated at will."

Fan Jian smiled, became playful, and leaned over to ask in a low voice.

"Have you ever heard of Ghost Rider?"

Jing Fan said with a puzzled face.

"Ghost Rider? What's that?"

"That's it!"

As soon as the words fell, Fan Jian's head caught fire. Covered by the flames, Fan Jian's specially made grimace was really like a ghost.

Jingfan was so frightened that she let out a "Oh my god" and backed away again and again, almost falling into the pool of fire.

Fan Jian couldn't help holding her back, thus avoiding a needless casualty.

At this moment, only a voice came from below.

"Stay away, I'm coming up!"

The three hurried to the side.

There was a whistling sound coming from the fire pool, and then a red giant furnace was thrown into the sky from the fire pool, tens of meters high.

Tongues of flame swept the stove and soared up, looking like a fire dragon chasing out, trying to take back the stove.

Then Wusheng jumped out of the pool of fire, stepped on the flames and stepped into the sky, raised his hand and carried the huge furnace that fell from the sky on his shoulders, and landed with a bang, immediately smashing a large area of ​​fire Mars.

wave!

hateful!Let him pretend to be successful again!