Chapter 434 Why Am I Always the One Who Gets Hurt?

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An Lin looked at the brilliance of the Holy Flame that was slowly shrinking and disappearing. He slowly stood up straight and stretched.

The square was a little quiet. People seemed to have forgotten to cheer and applaud, and just looked at An Lin blankly, as if worried that An Lin had some back-up plans to scare them.

With a smile on his face, An Lin saluted seriously to the tens of thousands of disciples and elders in the square, and then walked down the altar with some unfinished thoughts.

it's over?

Only then did the disciples react. The atmosphere in the Holy Fire Square was instantly detonated. Tens of thousands of disciples applauded in celebration, and some even shouted An Lin's name loudly.

After all, An Lin is a disciple of the Vermillion Bird Sect and one of his own. So although they were a little envious and jealous, they did not hesitate to express their blessings and exclamations at this time.

An Lin came to Mo Hai and others and sighed with satisfaction: "This harvest is not bad."

Lu Jiazhi's face twitched slightly, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Please...you call it an incredible harvest! If you call it a good harvest, wouldn't I become a special poor household?"

Mo Hai looked at An Lin with admiration and said, "At first you said you would reach the Return to the Void Realm within ten years. I thought you were just showing off, but now I believe it. You are really my brother. So awesome! If you want to be rich, don’t forget it!”

An Lin smiled happily: "Don't worry, I will protect you from now on!"

At this moment, the voice of the great elder Chen Xinran sounded again: "The fourth one, Ji Yongfang, please come to the altar!"

When Ji Yongfang heard the voice, his heart was shocked and he recovered from his previous frustration.

He glanced at An Lin, feeling an extremely strong reluctance in his heart, but he could no longer think of resisting.

He walked towards the altar, which should have been the moment when everyone was watching, but the disciples around him were still discussing An Lin's affairs enthusiastically, and kept looking at An Lin outside the altar.

Ji Yongfang gritted his teeth and released the phantom of the Vermillion Bird Fire Feather on his body. This was a red fire feather, which meant that its grade was middle grade, the same as Lu Jiazhi's.

The disciples who were watching did not look surprised. After all, Ji Yongfang was only in the early stage of becoming a god. Even with a special secret treasure, it would be difficult to defeat the beasts of the Tianyan level, so the middle-grade Suzaku Fire Feather was in line with his strength.

The discussion in the Holy Fire Square gradually became quiet, which was a sign of respect for the talented disciples of the sect.

Everyone looked at the Suzaku Holy Fire, looking forward to its activation.

Ji Yongfang also looked at the Suzaku Holy Fire nervously, praying constantly in his heart that the Holy Fire must recognize him, otherwise he would really be completely defeated...

I don't know if it was an illusion, but everyone felt that the pure white holy fire above the sky was a little sluggish, as if it had been hollowed out after a big fight.

A mysterious ripple suddenly arrived, attracting the middle-grade Vermillion Bird Fire Feather into the sky and merging with the Holy Fire.

Ji Yongfang clenched his fists tightly, his body trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with ecstasy.

Success, finally success!

Elder Ji at the elders' table also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his son did not lose face to his family.

As the Suzaku fire feathers merged with the holy fire, a white brilliance began to fly towards Ji Yongfang.

This brilliance was like a wisp of white smoke, slowly clinging to Ji Yongfang's body, and began to dissipate after ten seconds.

Ji Yongfang was dumbfounded.

There was silence.

Countless disciples stared at Ji Yongfang in the center of the altar with wide-eyed expressions of surprise.

"Did I read that correctly? Didn't he use the middle-grade Vermillion Bird Fire Feather? Why did the Holy Flame's brilliance last for ten seconds and then disappear? Shouldn't it last for one minute?!"

"Not only does it last for a short time, but the amount of holy flame radiance channeled per unit time also seems to be very small."

"Looking at it this way, it seems that only low-grade Suzaku Fire Feathers have this phenomenon, right?"

"Low-grade Suzaku Fire Feather? Ah, how long has it been since the sect has seen a low-grade Suzaku Fire Feather..."

"Poor senior brother Ji..."

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At the elders' table, Elder Ji slammed the table: "What the hell is going on?!"

The other elders looked at each other in confusion.

Finally, the Great Elder Chen Xinran coughed lightly and explained in a higher voice: "Didn't you look at the Holy Fire? The brightness is a little dim. It may be that when helping An Lin condense the Holy Flame, he consumed too much flame energy and was too tired. That’s why this situation occurred.”

Chen Xinran's words flowed through the entire square like a clear spring. It was not so much an explanation to Elder Ji as an explanation to tens of thousands of disciples.

The disciples looked shocked, how could they explain it like this?

But it sounds reasonable!

Ji Yongfang also heard Chen Xinran's explanation, and his whole head was buzzing.

His eyes were confused and he murmured: "How could this happen... How could this happen... Why is it always me who gets hurt..."

I don't know if it was because I was used to crying, but two lines of clear tears flowed from my eyes again, and I couldn't stop them at all.

He looked at An Lin angrily and yelled, "It's all your fault! Why did you cause the trouble and you asked me to take the blame for you? I'm innocent!"

An Lin rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to Ji Yongfang.

Mo Hai sighed sadly and said: "Oh... Senior Brother Ji, don't just stand there stupidly. If you get less Suzaku Holy Flame, it only means that you are unlucky. As a junior brother, I am also very unlucky." Sad! But you can’t get what doesn’t belong to you, come down now!”

Many disciples originally sympathized with Ji Yongfang, but now they couldn't help laughing when they heard Mo Hai's words, because these were exactly what Ji Yongfang said to An Lin before.

Ji Yongfang listened to Mo Haihe's words and the laughter of some disciples, and was hit hard again. His eyes darkened with anger and he almost fainted.

He gritted his teeth and staggered down the altar, glared at Mo Hai and said bitterly: "Don't be too happy too early. The Suzaku Holy Fire is wilting. Do you think you can escape? You will be next. I’m waiting for a good show!”

Mo Hai's expression froze and he could no longer be happy.

Holy shit! What Ji Yongfang said makes sense, what should we do? !

He looked at An Lin with a grimace: "Brother, you have hurt me terribly!"

An Lin's mouth twitched slightly, he raised his head and counted the stars, pretending not to hear.

Ji Yongfang sneered: "Haha, Junior Brother An Lin is really harmful to others. He is selfish and only cares about absorbing the brilliance of the Holy Fire, but he has harmed all the geniuses of the Suzaku Sect behind us!"

He once again deliberately used magic to spread his voice, allowing the words to spread throughout the square.

Many disciples knew that Ji Yongfang was deliberately targeting An Lin, and they expressed their dissatisfaction in protest.

But some people remained silent because Ji Yongfang's words also made sense. Although the flame energy emitted by the holy fire was beyond An Lin's control, in terms of results, it did affect the absorption of the holy flame by the genius disciples of the sect.

Great Elder Chen Xinran's voice sounded again: "The fifth one, Mo Hai, please come to the altar!"

Mo Hai smiled slightly, patted An Lin on the shoulder and said: "Brother, I have a lot of people, so I don't blame you. After all, you made Ji Yongfang cry twice. I am very happy, hahaha..."

An Lin: "..."

Ji Yongfang felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of old blood was held in his heart.

Mo Hai walked towards the altar and released the top grade Vermillion Bird Fire Feather.

The holy fire once again triggered the fire feathers, and then swallowed them.

Seeing this scene, Mo Hai breathed a sigh of relief. At least he no longer had to be a bachelor. The amount of holy flame radiance he could get from a mid-grade fire feather or a low-grade fire feather was not bad.

The Suzaku Holy Fire shone brightly, and a white light descended on Mo Hai.

This light made Mo Hai's body seem to be covered with a layer of white gauze, and extremely rich and powerful flame energy continued to pour into his body.

Mo Hai blinked his eyes, a little dazed. This amount seemed a bit too much.

The other disciples also discovered this problem. Mo Haiyan's energy seemed to be the same as Yang Yuan's, without any signs of weakening.

An Lin smiled slightly, as long as he didn't drag Mo Hai down.

As for Ji Yongfang, his face was dull again and his mouth was wide open.

In the end, the white light lasted for three minutes before slowly dissipating.

Well, it’s indeed no different from Yang Yuan’s pyrophoric brilliance, it’s normal!

The scene fell into silence again. It was obviously normal, but the expressions of everyone were wonderful.

Elder Ji rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Why is it normal again? Is someone targeting my son?"

Chen Xinran took a deep breath: "The Holy Fire should have slowed down after a period of rest, so the Holy Flame's brilliance has returned to normal now."

His words spread throughout the square.

When tens of thousands of disciples heard this, they thought there was nothing wrong with it, it made perfect sense!

When Ji Yongfang heard Chen Xinran's explanation, he froze on the spot again, his head buzzing.

With confused eyes, he looked at Mo Hai, then looked up at the Holy Fire, murmuring: "How could this happen... How could this happen... Why is it always me who gets hurt..."

Endless grievances welled up in his heart, and he cried again, his eyes red, crying like a child weighing more than a hundred pounds.