I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

In the middle of the square, there is a white altar.

Those who accept the power of the Holy Spirit need to stand in the center of the altar and sacrifice their own Suzaku fire feathers, and then they will come to power with the approval of the Suzaku.

That is to say, even if there is a shadow of Suzaku's fire feathers, if the Suzaku Holy Fire and the person's attributes are not in harmony, they will not be able to gain strength. Statistics of the past data, the top disciples of Zongmen, the probability of gaining the power of holy inflammation in the altar, about 70% or so, and the genius disciple will also miss.

"The first one, Yang Yuan, please go to the altar!" Chen Xinran, the elder elder, began to speak.

Yang Yuan glanced at An Lin, then turned his gaze to the holy fire above the sky, and his look faded toward the white altar.

"After the strength of the sacred yang brother, Yang Yuan’s brother can break through the period of returning to the virtual period. It is really envious..." Mo Hai looked at the figure standing in the center of the altar and said with a sigh.

An Lin didn't take it easy. He said, "Don't be discouraged, you have been squatting for hundreds of years, and you have hope to reach the return period. After all, you are the best disciple of Suzaku."

"Well, then I will borrow your words. Anlin is very talented, and after a hundred years, you will certainly be able to achieve the return period!" Mo Hai said with a smile.

An Lin sneered: "Oh, are you looking down on my Anlin?"

Mo Hai: "???"

"Up to ten years, I can be promoted to the return to the virtual period!" An Lin said.

Mo Hai: "..."

"Can you talk about this day?" Mo Hai's chest is a bit stuffy.

At this time, Yang Yuan had released the shadow of the Suzaku Fire Feather in his arms and suspended it in the void.

The shadow of the feathers burns the golden flame, which is the vision of the finest Suzaku's fire feathers.

The Suzaku sacred fire in the night sky seems to be inductive, and a mysterious wave spreads, igniting the golden fire feather, flying into the holy fire, and blending with the holy fire.

The flames trembled, followed by a white Huaguang. The light contains the purest power and is poured on the body of Yang Yuan.

Many disciples who saw this scene cheered.

This phenomenon represents that Yang Yuan has been recognized by the Suzaku Holy Fire and was officially given power.

They are cheering and shouting for the birth of a top-ranking strongman in Zongmen. After condensing the sinister sun of Suzaku, they will break through to the virtual realm in a short period of time!

The white Huaguang from the Suzaku Holy Fire made Yang Yuan's body seem to be covered with a layer of white gauze. The intense and powerful inflammation was infused for three minutes, and it slowly dissipated.

Yang Yuan’s indifferent face, at the moment, also had some joys, and he bowed deeply to the many disciples and elders who cheered for him, and then he walked down the altar.

After Yang Yuan went down, it was Lu Jia’s turn to the altar.

Lu Jiazhi released a red-colored fire feather virtual shadow, which is the Chinese product Suzaku fire feather.

He was in a dangerous situation to find the top grade Suzaku Fire Feather was trapped for several days, so in the end he only got a Chinese product Suzaku Fire Feather, there are some regrets.

This time, the holy fire still lowered the white brilliance, but this power only covered a layer of faint brilliance, and it lasted only a minute or so and began to dissipate.

Lu Jia was relieved to see the situation, but fortunately, he was recognized by the Suzaku Holy Fire, and there was no unfortunate home.

It is a good thing to be able to gather holy inflammation in the sea. He will not complain about gains and losses.

"The third, An Lin, please go to the altar!" Chen Xinran, the elder elder, continued to speak.

At this time, tens of thousands of people in the Holy Fire Square were swaying. Everyone turned their eyes to the altar and looked at the man who was both strange and familiar.

Anlin had long been accustomed to this big scene, so there was not much nervous look on his face, but he went to the altar without hesitation, and he curiously looked at the holy fire above the sky.

The flame is pure white, and it is very beautiful and pure under the stars. The radiance of the white flame is immortal, and it can bring the lasting warmth of the Suzaku sect. It seems that it can make people feel at ease, so that the Suzaku is protected.

Somehow, An Lin always felt that the Holy Fire was very close to him.

He released the Suzaku Fire Feather in his arms, which is a golden flame flaming fire feather, is the top grade Suzaku fire feather.

Ji Yongfang saw this top-quality Suzaku fire feather, and his face had an unwilling look. He worked so hard to get only the Chinese product Suzaku Fire Feather, and An Lin suddenly broke into the Suzaku Zong's outsiders, but he got the top grade Suzaku Fire Feather...

The Suzaku Fire Feather is suspended in the void, waiting for the sacred fire of the Suzaku.

However, after a minute passed, the Suzaku Holy Fire did not react, and the square became somewhat quiet.

Tens of thousands of disciples have changed their looks, some sigh, some people have regrets on their faces, some shook their heads slightly, others are dissatisfied and want to fight for Anlin.

They all know that Anlin has failed.

Anlin did not receive the approval of the Suzaku Holy Fire.

Xu Xiaolan grinned, and the show fist clenched, staring at the man on the altar.

Anlin’s look is also a slight glimpse. Although he knows that there is no small probability that he will be rejected by the Suzaku Holy Fire, but when this happens to himself, there are still many surprises and regrets.

Ji Yongfang saw this scene, first a glimpse, and then his face showed a happy color.

Anlin can get the top grade of the Suzaku fire feathers, can not get the recognition of the holy fire, after all, is a waste!

Ji Yongfang recalled what he had said to Ann Lin at the beginning, and his heart was happy, and a sense of superiority in successfully regaining a city came to life.

Suddenly, he sighed sadly and sighed: "Hey...Anlin, brother, don't stand on the top, you can't get the approval of Suzaku's sacred fire, and the brothers are very sad! But it doesn't matter if you don't belong to you. Come on, come on!"

Ji Yongfang’s voice was very loud, and he used the spirit to let the disciples present to hear it.

This discourse makes everyone a glimpse. This time, Ji Yongfang said in his mouth that although there is nothing wrong with it, it has deepened An Lin’s feelings.

Mo Hai, Lu Jiazhi, Shangguanyi and Yang Yuanzhen will not know the sinister intentions of Ji Yongfang, they are looking at Ji Yongfang coldly, and the anger in their eyes is spurting out.

"Tea brother, the next refining arena, please enlighten me." Mo Hai calmly opened his face.

"You have touched my bottom line." Yang Yuan also looked at Ji Yongfang.

"Garbage." Shangguanyi is more direct.

Ji Yongfang looked innocently: "What do you mean by these words? I just kindly persuaded Anlin to come down. He didn't get the approval of the Suzaku Flame. I am also very sad!"

His words spread throughout the square, causing many disciples' resentment, but it was difficult to counterattack in person.

Anlin also looked at Ji Yongfang, but he didn't expect him to jump out at this time, and he really disgusted himself.

Ji Yongfang still wants to continue to talk. Suddenly he thought of the things that his parents had parted ways when he was young. He thought of the sorrow that he loved Xu Xiaolan but could not get a response. He thought of the blows that Anlin and Xu Xiaolan had in Suzaku’s hand. The sadness of autumn leaves falling into the earth...

Endless grief rushed into the heart at the same time, Ji Yongfang suddenly burst into tears "wow".

Ji Yongfang had already attracted the attention of tens of thousands of disciples. At this time, he cried aloud, tears screamed out, and the disciples looked at them with horror.

"Mom... oh... I am so sad... oh..."

The square was very quiet, and everyone looked at Ji Yongfang.

Mo Hai, Lu Jiazhi, Yang Yuan and Shang Guanyi are also somewhat confused.

Ji Yongfang cried so badly, so sad...

Is it true that An Lin did not get the approval of the Suzaku Holy Fire, is Ji Yongfang really sad?

Did they misunderstand Ji Yongfang?

In this way ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ji Yongfang is crying to death in front of tens of thousands of people, completely unable to self.

"Ha ha ha, season elders, your son is really interesting." Zhu Changla laughed.

A little white elder with a whitish corner, a sullen face, and a word, this face is really lost.

Cried in front of tens of thousands of disciples, this time other disciples can laugh for a hundred years...

He does not know why Ji Yongfang would be like this. He could not sense the interference of other forces. Could it be that his son really had such deep feelings with Anlin?

Anlin’s hand behind him, sighed and said: “Senior brother, in fact, you don’t have to be so sad, I haven’t cried yet, are you crying?”

His words were introduced into the ears of every disciple, and the disciples who laughed at the entire square could no longer hold back and laughed. What scenes are tens of thousands of disciples laughing together? That is simply earth-shattering!

Ji Yongfang heard this scream of laughter, and couldn’t help but mourn. The name of his own world can be said to be completely ruined at this moment. I couldn’t help but cry more sadly... Please search for “” or enter the URL: