Vol 3 Chapter 242: Fire Suzaku

Guiyuan Jianzong's disciples stood in a row in the restaurant, each bowed, and his face was extremely ugly.
Feng Hao has never spoken since entering the restaurant, where Sun Wukong taught the disciple of Jianzong, who was too lazy to manage it, and drinking tea by himself was king.
Sun Wukong stepped on a bench, took out the twelve small pocket flying swords in his trouser pocket, played with a radian, and looked at the group of Jianzong Qiqi with a joke.
"You really eat the bear heart leopard courage, even old grandson dare to sneak attack, quickly tell grandson grandma, why do you have so many monks gathered in this county?" Sun Wukong said positively.
The twelve Jianzong gas refiners looked at each other, and a younger gas refiner muttered, "You obviously hit the table first ..."
Sun Wukong's ears moved and he scolded, "Who? Who's talking with his grandson on his back?"
"..."
Jianzong Lianqi's heart was tight, his body was tight, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out. The coercion from Sun Wukong was too strong, just like seeing Jianzong's head.
They are very confused. Is there such a young strong among the Zongmen forces in Changsha County? I'm afraid that this kind of young gas refiner can only appear in places like Xianyang Capital.
Jianzong's young gas fighter stood up, summoning the courage to look directly at Wuwu Sun: "I'm talking, seniors want to ask questions, they can speak directly, why bother?"
Sun Wukong scratched his head, squinting his eyes halfway: "If the old Sun said, I just shot the broken table just because I couldn't control it, do you believe it?"
"..."
Jianzong Lianqi Shi was speechless again.
"letter!"
Still the young gas chemist said.
"call out!"
A flying sword with a pale cyan light, flying from Sun Wukong's palm to the young gas refiner.
"Ziheng!"
The other Jianzong gas refiners suddenly changed color, and all took a step forward, blocking the young gas refiners.
Seeing this scene, Feng Hao and Sun Wukong frowned, and couldn't help but glance at the young gas refiner named Ziheng, who seemed to be the core character in Guiyuan Sect.
Gu Suziheng thought that the of death had finally come down, and he had almost closed his eyes. After all, Sun Wukong's strength was too powerful and unstoppable.
Those gas refiners in Guiyuan Jianzong also regarded death as home, desperately protecting Gu Suziheng in the center, watching the light blue flying sword that burst into the air, and the pupils contracted instantly.
however……
When the light blue flying sword was approaching the side of the first gas refiner, the speed suddenly slowed down, the sword tail bounced, and he sneaked away from the gas refiner's eyes ...
slip!
Then, Fiddian Fiddian slipped in front of Gusu Ziheng, made a few laps around Gusu Ziheng, and then returned to Gusu Ziheng with joy.
"This……"
Gu Suzi Heng stayed in place, even the Jianzong's gas refiners were aggressive.
what happened? Aren't you going to kill? Why did you return the flying sword to the young master, this guy wouldn't be sick!
Gu Su Ziheng suddenly trembled. He found that the destiny flying sword in his body seemed to be in very good condition. He was extremely happy on the Qihai Snow Mountain, more agile and psychic than before.
He was promoted.
Obviously, this cannot be related to Sun Wukong. Gu Su Ziheng looked at Sun Wukong in disbelief and wondered, "You helped me train my destiny flying sword?"
"What's the help? Old Sun just thinks that your flying sword is too bad, it's just unbearable, just breathe out, and it's automatically promoted" Sun Wukong whispered softly.
Is it trivial?
As the sacred king of fighting, he had been refined for seven hundred forty-nine days in the gossip furnace of the old king and god, and he had already possessed the ability to temper artifacts.
A small flying sword is really a matter of breath.
This remark made those disciples of Guiyuan Jianzong eager to move, they looked at Sun Wukong eagerly, their eyes burst into fanaticism.
As a kendo refining fighter, it is to raise swords with intention, to keep swords in one breath, and each time the ascension of the destiny Feijian is a great benefit to their cultivation, the combat power will also increase by several grades.
Sun Wukong ignored these gas refiners directly and spit out his temper with Gu Su Ziheng's flying sword, which is also because Gu Su Ziheng's flying sword is completely different from these people's flying swords.
"Boy, grandson Sun has tempered the flying sword for you and sent you a great fortune. I will ask you a few simple questions. Why are the monks of your five or six ancestors gathered in this city? Have you seen five monsters with strange looks? "
Sun Wukong is too lazy to talk nonsense with these people, straight into the topic.
To tell you the truth, if you hadn't met Su Qin, the female refining gas prince of Guizong Sect before, there was such a bit of eye contact that he would have hit someone with a stick.
Aunt Su Ziheng froze for a moment, wondering: "Is this really the problem? Not for the anti-celestial creature that is about to be born?"
Fetish?
Anti-god fetish?
Feng Hao's ears twitched slightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. Why do these monks always move against the sky? God is very innocent and depressed ...
The name Anti-God is very high-profile, and may be very powerful in the eyes of gas refiners, but in Feng Hao's view, it is probably an ordinary treasure of heaven and earth, and it is not worth paying attention to.
"Rest assured, we're not interested in what you say ... Anti-Sky Gods, so have you seen the five big demon?"
Feng Hao stood up, his gaze fell on Gu Su Ziheng, and one thing could be determined. The young Jianzong gas practitioner was in the same source as the female monk abducted by Sun Wukong outside the city.
The first source here is not the Zongmen Yuanyuan, but ... the two are close relatives, and Feng Hao can sense the same origin between the two.
He can see that Sun Wukong naturally can see it, so Feng Hao can understand Sun Wukong's original intention of tempering the young Qiqi Feijian.
The abduction of an ordinary monk is really a loss, and she urgently needs to save her face as the King of Fighting, so she has to make a fuss with the kid's flying sword.
The returning Jianzong in the future must be grateful to Sun Wukong for his actions today, which indirectly created the birth of a generation of sword fairy.
Gu Suziheng shook his head and said earnestly: "The general big demon are all in the old forest in the deep mountains. The gates of Qin Guo's refining qi are all over. No Qin country. "
"They are not from this world ..." Feng Hao whispered softly.
what?
Not from this world?
At this moment, the gas refiners in Guiyuan Jianzong were uncomfortable and desperate. Feng Hao and Sun Monkey were in doubt, Gu Su Ziheng said helplessly: "The predecessors also said that they did not come to fight against the gods, this The next born baby is from heaven ... It is a fireball, which seems to seal the mythical legend of the Suzaku Fire Spirit ... The Lord said that the Suzaku Fire Spirit is in charge of the south, and the advent of this fetish is a sign of a great change in the world, And before that, there will be opportunities in the south that are suitable for us as gas refiners, and ... if our disciples of the sword sect can surrender a bit of spiritual fire, it will be of great benefit to Yun Fei Jian ... "