Stygian watched Yan Meng's surprisingly consistent movements, paused slightly, and then laughed wryly

"Cough, cough, Wufei, don't you want to learn from Yan Meng, okay?"

Coughing lightly, he looked at Wu Fei and reminded with a wry smile.

"Huh? Is it? Do I have similar movements to Yanmeng? ”

Wu Fei had a surprised expression on his face, and stepped back, his face flushed slightly, looking a little embarrassed:

"This, it's not that I learned it by heart, maybe Yanmeng's infectious power is too strong, right?"

Seeing the fog flying to himself to "justify", Ying Yan was happy in his heart, and immediately followed the voice: "Actually, cough, I think you are the one who has a heart!" ”

"Hey, do you think so...... Haha, haha......"

Wufei looked at the dead with a wry smile and scratched his head with his hand in embarrassment.

"Fog Fly, you ......"

He was about to continue, when he suddenly felt a blow on his shoulder.

"Knives! Don't change the subject—"

Turning his head, he saw Yan Meng's eyes half-open, looking at him gloomily.

Looking at Yan Meng's "terrifying" look, he suddenly felt a bean-sized sweat dripping from his head, hurriedly waved his hand, and explained:

"This, this, actually, is like this......"

As he spoke, he reached into his arms and slowly took out a palm-sized folded fabric.

"That's it, Yanmeng, you should know what it is."

Yan Meng took the cloth ball, looked at the underworld suspiciously, and immediately shook his head, not understanding what the underworld meant.

The Styx smiled meaningfully and said, "Pick it up, on the way here." ”

Listening to the words of the underworld, Yan Meng's heart was shocked, and he slowly opened the cloth group.

"This, this is ......"

After opening it, Yan Meng looked at the cloth in his hand, and suddenly his mouth was not closed, his eyes widened, and he was speechless in surprise.

"Huh? How? ”

Seeing Yan Meng's surprised appearance, Wu Fei leaned his head over curiously.

However, seeing what Yan Meng was doing, Wu Fei couldn't help but open his mouth wide and was surprised-

I saw that on the cloth in Yan Meng's hand, there were many dense tiny flames painted chaotically, and the tail flames of many tiny flames were swinging in different directions indiscriminately, making people not only look like they had a feeling of numbness on the scalp; However, the most bizarre thing is that after carefully staring at the pattern, Wu Fei found that the many tiny flames actually formed a strange pattern...... A huge human head!

Skull!

Wu Fei slowly raised his head, looked at the Styx in surprise, and asked with difficulty, "This, this is the magic you just cast?" Nether fire, one of the Bloodflame Forbidden Spells? ”

"Yes."

Styx nodded, and answered Wu Fei's question briefly; Then, turning his head, he looked at Yan Meng, and said affirmatively: "I picked up this thing on the way here, and I didn't quite understand what it was at the time, until I saw Yan Meng's letter that day, I didn't know that it was a blood flame thing; Moreover, since this is one of the three forbidden spells of blood flame, then, I think this kind of thing should not be one, but three...... Yan Meng, cough, you should have seen the other two, right? ”

Yan Meng looked at the pattern in his hand, sighed, and then took the corner of the cloth, swung it in the air, grinned, and did not answer the question: "Knife, this is our blood flame thing...... Even if the thing is returned to its original owner, it will not be given to you. ”

As he spoke, Yan Meng took a handful of it, crumpled the cloth in his hand into a ball, and stuffed it into his arms casually.

"Ahem, Yanmeng, have you seen the other two?"

Wufei looked at Yan Meng's grinning appearance and asked curiously.

"Oh, that, I've seen it, it's on me, do you want to see it?"

As he spoke, Yan Meng withdrew his hand, took out two cloth balls in his arms, and handed them forward.

"I don't need to, I'm a water magician, it's the same whether I look at it or not."

Wufei looked at Yan Meng, smiled and waved his hand.

"I don't need to, cough, cough," Stygian looked at Yan Meng, waved his hand in the same way, and said, "The other two magic don't seem to have anything in common with me. ”

"Oh, okay then, knife, forget it if you don't look at it," Yan Meng put the cloth ball into his arms, then rolled his eyes, and said mysteriously: "I borrowed that thing from you just now...... So, in return, you'll have to answer me two questions. ”

"Well, ask," Styx nodded and replied with a smile, "As long as I can." ”

"So, number one!" Yan Meng pointed a hand to his mouth, deliberately showed the gesture of "one", and then asked his doubts: "Are you a fire magician, why can you use fire magic?" And, what exactly is your magic level? Why is it possible to cast a forbidden spell? ”

After speaking, Yan Meng leaned over to the underworld, waiting for an answer with big eyes.

Yan Meng was on the side, Wu Fei looked at Yan Meng in surprise, feeling that he was frightened by the "one question" just now - is that a problem? Sound...... It seems to be three, could it be that the loud noise behind the ear at the meeting hall was broken, and something went wrong?

Thinking about Yan Meng's expression just now, and then thinking about the gesture of "one" that Yan Meng deliberately showed when he asked, Wu Fei smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head helplessly, and sighed in his heart: "It's really Yan Meng's style." ”

……

Shen sighed, thinking about the same as Wu Fei in his heart, and also lamenting the "one" question of Yan Meng; With a light sigh, Wu Fei shrugged his shoulders and replied:

"I'm not a fire magician, ahem, I can use fire magic because that Nether Fire has something in common with my magic, so I can use it...... As for the magic level......"

Speaking of this, the two of them looked at the two of them, chuckled, and there was a somewhat proud look on their faces, and an awe-inspiring momentum slowly emanated from their bodies:

"If the conditions allow, I can cast any forbidden spell...... Including Yat-sen Technique! ”

Astound!

As soon as these words came out, Yan Meng and the others were suddenly shocked-

Able to perform the Escape Immortal Technique? What is that ability? Magic with the power of near-destruction! How many magicians on the continent can perform the art of Yi Xian? You can count them almost on your fingers!

There are only a handful!

And in front of ...... There's just a person sitting who can perform the art of the Immortals, Hades?

Wu Fei looked at the Stygian, and the expression on his face suddenly became colorful—shocked, surprised, excited, and admired...... It's hard to believe, but I have to believe it - because Wu Fei understands that the Immortal will not tell lies.

But......

On Wu Fei's side, compared to Wu Fei's complex expression, the expression on Yan Meng's face was much simpler and clearer, and it was the expression that could be understood at a glance.

Wu Fei turned his head, glanced at Yan Meng, smiled in his heart, and simply summed up the meaning of the expression on Yan Meng's face in one word-

Blow!

……

Ying Cheng looked at Yan Meng funny, thinking that he had told the truth, but Yan Meng didn't believe it...... Thinking of this, Ming Yan smiled indifferently and slowly raised his hand.

The gray light flashed, and the familiar willow leaf-shaped blade appeared in front of Yan Meng and the two again.

However, the blade in front of Yan Meng and the two seemed to have been placed for many years, and the blade body was extremely dull, without the slightest sense of sharpness.

"That's it, ahem," he chuckled as he looked at the blade floating in mid-air, and explained slowly, "My blade can store spiritual ...... for me No, ahem, the mana of each department is converted into my own magic when I use it, supporting me in casting magic...... Well, to put it simply, as long as I can store enough mana, and I know the method of Yixianjutsu, cough, and how to cast it, I can cast Yixianjutsu. ”

"Oh...... This is acceptable. Yan Meng looked at the blade in his hand and nodded approvingly: "So, today, the forbidden spell you used is also ......"

"That, cough," Styx coughed lightly, understanding that Yan Meng was going to ask himself the question of the "Nether Fire" he cast today, and nodded immediately, and then Yan Meng's words, Stygian smiled bitterly and said, "I was careless...... I only have a little bit of mana left in this blade, but it should have been able to support me to cast two ordinary forbidden spells, but I didn't expect the forbidden spell of Blood Flame to be so domineering, and the mana consumption completely surpassed the two ordinary forbidden spells...... And, not only that, but I even overdrew all of my mana......"

Speaking of this, the Styx smiled bitterly, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "However, I finally managed to complete that magic reluctantly." ”

Wu Fei looked at the inconspicuous blade, and suddenly exclaimed in his heart—the little bit left was enough to support two forbidden spells? And during the day, the Immortal also relied on that "little bit" of magic power to cast one of the forbidden spells of the Blood Flame Clan? What exactly is this blade, is it an artifact?

Yes, an artifact, definitely an artifact!

Wu Fei looked at the dim blade, and his heart sank: others may not understand, but Wu Fei, who was born in the Shui Lin clan, understands very well - the three forbidden spells of blood flame are by no means ordinary forbidden spells, they are magic that completely transgresses ordinary forbidden spells, and their power is almost the same as that of Yixian Technique.

The mana of two common forbidden spells, plus their own mana...... Support an Esceitism......

Wu Fei looked at the Stygian with a look of surprise in his eyes - more ...... Admire.

……

"Well, the first question is your correct answer."

Yan Meng looked at the underworld and waved his hand; Then he smiled weirdly and raised two fingers:

"Well, the second question, Knife, you said, you borrowed this cloth ball for so long, and you also learned the magic of our blood flame...... Hee-hee, shouldn't you say something about it? ”

Hearing Yan Meng's second question, Wu Fei's heart immediately sweated, and a strange thought instantly came to his mind:

Collecting money has become a debt to pay off......

Wu Fei turned his head, looked at Yan Meng, looked at Shen Ling, and immediately smiled bitterly - although he understood that Yan Meng was joking with Shen Ling, he felt that this joke seemed to be difficult to answer: after all, in the Tianxing Continent, high-level magic spells were extremely precious, not to mention the dragon scale level magic like the Blood Flame Forbidden Spell......

It seems that the underworld has indeed picked up a big bargain......

Wu Fei looked at the Stygian, curiously waiting for the Stygian's answer.

I saw that the Ming sighed, slowly moved his hand behind his back, lowered his head, and said softly:

"Indeed, it should be said that it is the repayment of a precious thing...... I've already thought about it, though......"