Chapter 277: Dead wood rooting

The light red flame continually beats in the hands of Luo Yang. Although it is only one, it radiates a terrible temperature, which makes many disciples in the square change their faces and look at Luo Yang.
"Ye Mou's flame, although not as famous as the chief of Wei's fire, is also the name of the late generation, but it was only after the coincidence of the younger generation. It was taken out of the fight today, and Wei Wei was asked to enlighten me."
After faintly blinking the fire dragon in the sky, Luo Yang’s eyes flashed, and when he spoke, the fire of the source suddenly whizzed out and hovered around him.
In the fiery flame, in addition to the horrible heat wave, there is a cold chill that seems to be able to completely freeze the human soul. Even those disciples who let the surrounding people watch the fun are as if they are in the cold. In the land, the aura in the body has signs of evaporation.
"This... what is this flame?! How so horrible!"

It’s just a heat wave, I feel like I’m breaking into the magma, just like it’s going to melt...

"Cold! There is a cold in the flame!!"
The exclamations continued to sound, and the faces of many disciples in this place were full of horror. When the sound of the cymbals sounded, the body continued to retreat and dispersed toward the periphery of the square, not dare to approach Luoyang’s side.
"Kid, what is this flame in your hand?"
Feeling the horror of the red dragon flame, Wei Wuji's face changed suddenly, his eyes fixed toward Luo Yang's hand, and his mouth said quietly.
"The name of this fire, even Yemou himself is not clear, but I only call it the ... the fire of the source!" After hearing Wei Wuji's words, Luo Yang shook his head slightly.
When Royan opened his mouth, his right hand slammed, and the flame that flew around him quickly hovered down and re-condensed into his hands, turning into a faint fire, constantly tumbling and burning.
"The fire of the source? A big tone!" Wei Wuji's face condensed, and immediately snorted.
"The old man has been practicing the fire for dozens of years, and he has never heard of any source of fire. Even if the fire is of extraordinary origin, he can play it a bit, but still depends on your own level. Just want I want to beat the old man by relying on this fire. I advise you to accept this thought."
Wei Wuji's mouth sneered, even if he could detect the extraordinary fire that Luo Yang had, but still did not worry.
In his view, it is easy to deal with Luo Yang’s newcomers who have just had a fire in the past. This is also why, he will propose the reason for trying the fire.
Wei Weiji did not think that Luoyang, although the promotion of the Dan fire, was swallowed up by the cold fire. But the candlelight in his body has always existed in his blood! If it is about the familiarity of manipulating the flame, it is difficult to find the second person in the world!
"Ye Mou's plan is not to worry about Wei Wei's chief, you should start soon." Luo Yang said faintly, his face looked light.
"Hey! I don't know the tall and thick boy."
Wei Wuji's face was cold, and after shaking his head, he was directly rubbing his hands, and after a high drink began, he pointed at the firewood in front of him.
Under his one finger, the dragon that condensed the flame instantly screamed out and turned into a sea of ​​fire, frantically pouring into the fire wood, surrounding it, burning constantly. .
Only in a moment, on the fire and dead wood that has already died, there is a stream of fire, and the burning flames are burning, and a faint force of vitality quickly dissipates from it.
"The dead wood is spring, this is the dead wood spring!"
"In such a short period of time, it is possible to reunite the vitality of the firewood, and Wei is not the chief Dan teacher!"
"This is the next son Ye Xuan is afraid of losing..."
Around the square, there was a loud exclamation. After seeing the change of the firewood in front of Wei Wuji, the hearts of many disciples even thought that Luoyang would lose no doubt. Even the face of Meng’s worries became white. .
"I didn't think that this Wei Wuji's control of fire actually scored a point before the retreat. This dare, I am afraid that the outcome has been fixed."
In the long pavilion above Qingfeng, the middle-aged man who was also the chief Dan Shi shook his head slightly. In his view, even if he is shooting himself and Wei Wuji fights, there is no chance of winning. Luo Yang naturally must lose.
But when his voice fell, Yun Yuanchun, who had been calm in his face, stood up suddenly, his eyes staring down to the bottom, and his face had an incredible look.
"The dead wood sprouts! Ye Xuan, he can actually do dead wood sprouting?!"
Seeing that Yun Yuanchun was so dysfunctional, several chief Dan teachers were looking forward to it. When they looked at the front of Luo Yang, they turned their faces and made an exclamation.
I saw it in front of Luo Yang’s body. On the fire and dead wood that had already died before, there was a strong vitality. This vitality not only far exceeded the number of firewoods in front of Wei Wuji. Times, it is in the vitality, with a bud sprouting from the dead wood quickly!
Under the urging of the vitality, the red-red shoots are constantly emerging from the fire and dry trees. When the people have not reacted, they are sprouting one after another.
"Withered wood sprouting? How...how could it..."
Wei Wuji’s face showed a trace of sorrow, looking at Luo Yan’s powerful firewood in front of him, and the whole person’s mind suddenly roared.
For him who practiced the fire control technique all the year round, he knew better than anyone. If you want to ignite the fire wood, it is not only the fire that needs to be done, but the Dan teacher himself is also very proficient in the road. This is what their chief Dan Shi can do!
"It’s just sprouting, and the old man can do it!"
After all, Wei Wuji was the chief Dan teacher. After a brief shock, he quickly calmed down. When he screamed in his mouth, he suddenly bite his tongue and spurted a blood to accelerate his own fire.
Under the burning of his blood, the fire on the dead wood in front of him also has a rapid emergence of new shoots.
"Don't give up..."
Luo Yang’s gaze swept from Wei Wuji’s body. After shaking his head slightly, raising his hand was a little on the dead wood in front of him.
With a bang, the light red flame on the firewood burned more intensely. The horrible temperature seemed to penetrate the entire space. In the fiery flame, a red-red tree grew rapidly.
Under the horrified eyes of the people around, the red-red tree grew constantly. In the twinkling of an eye, it grew into a towering tree, rooted in the square...