"What should we do, Lord Juan Ling, that Lord doesn't listen to us either!"
"Yes, Master Juan Ling, what should we do!"
Meng Jing chuckled as he heard a steady stream of begging for mercy coming from the other side of the air.
Huh, weren't you very loud just now?
Why don't you continue to moan!
Thinking about it, Meng Jing continued to refine the skill after adding two drops of dragon blood.
The appearance has changed greatly.
The first appearance is that of a small black dragon constantly wandering around the technique.
And the sound of the system also sounded.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, the level of the low-level Earth-level Thunder Flame Three Thousand Palm Skill has been improved."
"Ding, congratulations to the host, the low-grade Earth-level Thunder Flame Three Thousand Palm Kung Fu has been upgraded to the middle-grade Earth-level technique."
Oh ho... He's at the middle level of the Earth Rank.
Meng Jing was very happy.
He didn't know if the old man who heard his voice from the other side of the air was still there.
If he wasn't there, he wouldn't have to continue refining at all.
Because, the two drops of dragon blood that he dropped have been completely consumed.
If you want to continue to improve your level, you must add dragon blood.
But, in this case.
The loss to yourself is not small, and you may not be able to bear it.
"It seems that this is my fate!"
In the air, that extremely old voice came again.
It also cheered up Meng Jing, who had just stopped.
Why is this old man still here!
The fact that the old man is still here shows that his skill level is not as high as that of the old man.
In that case, he still needs to continue refining.
At least, it must be promoted to the upper level of the earth class.
In other words, it is the heavenly level.
Not to mention whether it is a heavenly level.
Just this high-grade earth-level one requires a lot of your own blood and essence to refine.
How could it be possible that only two drops are needed?
What's more, he had two drops of dragon blood, which he had to squeeze out by gritting his teeth.
If you really want to continue trickling in, this would be a bit of a loss.
In order for a copy to surpass the level of the original, is this not a loss?
However, if it stops like this, this imitation will always be an imitation.
It has never been able to exert its original power.
Moreover, it must be restricted by the original version.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have spent so much money to improve the level of this skill.
"what to do?"
Meng Jing hesitated.
But the next moment, the old man's incomparably old voice was heard in the air again.
"Sir, can you agree to my request?"
"If you agree, I am willing to surrender and join your way."
"If you don't agree, Ning Xuan Bei, bring me fire. I will burn myself rather than join your way."
Enter my way?
what is that?
Meng Jing raised his head and glanced at the sky. The dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, revealing a large area of sunny sky.
Then, Meng Jingcai turned his attention to the ring on his hand.
"Old sir, what did the old man mean by entering my way just now?"
Meng Jing asked curiously.
Soon, after the words fell, a wisp of green smoke slowly floated out from the ring.
"The other party actually agreed?"
Medicine dust floated in the air, and his eyes were full of surprise.
"Yes, old gentleman, he just needs me to agree to his request."
"Otherwise, it looks like he's going to set himself on fire."
As he spoke, the sound of crying and shouting filled the air again.
"Lord Juan Ling, no!"
"Yes, Lord Juan Ling!"
suddenly.
Meng Jing felt a wave of heat coming over him, and a burst of fire lit up from nowhere.
A ball of fire, like a will-o'-the-wisp, suddenly appeared in the air.
However, this "will-o'-the-wisp" is not blue.
Instead, it was as fiery red as a candle flame.
Then, the candlelight drifted towards that part of his technique.
"Fuck, don't touch my skills!"
Meng Jing also shouted softly and pointed his palm at the location of the flame.
In an instant, a ball of black fire burst out from his palm.
Transformed into a giant python and rushed towards the candlelight.
The black python was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of the candlelight.
He opened his bloody mouth and swallowed one by one.
"how come!"
Meng Jing was shocked.
Looking at the candlelight penetrating the black fire, I couldn't believe it.
This own black flame of nothingness can consume the fire of all things in the world.
Whether you are spiritual fire, animal fire, or fire from heaven and earth.
They can all be devoured.
But why for this small flame that exists like a candle?
But it cannot be swallowed!
"Little doll, it's useless, it's just an ordinary candle of nothingness."
"There's nothing your Black Fire can do."
Empty candlelight?
"What it is?"
Meng Jing was confused. He had heard of and seen this candlelight.
But what is the origin of this void candle?
Is it possible that it is a fire more powerful than the fire of heaven and earth?
Seeing that Meng Jing was already thinking wildly, Yao Chen smiled.
"Little doll, don't think too much, it's just an ordinary candle."
"It's just that it doesn't exist in the form of ontology."
Just when Yao Chen was about to continue speaking, the old man's voice floated in the air again.
However, this time the voice was no longer extremely old.
It's more like a feeling of death.
The voice was sonorous and powerful.
"Ningxuan Bei, burn me, since he doesn't agree to my request."
"Then don't let him get me completely..."
Let me go, when will I get you completely?
That old guy opposite, please speak with more respect.
No matter how old you are, you can talk nonsense like this.
"Burn it, Ningxuan Bei, what are you doing in a daze? If you don't burn me, that guy will be finished refining it."
After the old man finished speaking, Meng Jing saw the candlelight floating in the air, already approaching his own technique.
Under the baking of the candle flames, cracks appeared on his black surface.
The little dragon wandering around the technique also let out screams and fell down.
"Old sir, what's going on?"
Meng Jing didn't know what was going on with this scene.
He quickly looked at Yaochen.
Yao Chen also tensed up and looked much more solemn.
"Little doll, don't worry about what's going on. Just agree to the other party's request first."
"If he wants to set himself on fire, your entire practice will be ruined..."
destroyed!
This is not possible!
Meng Jing would never agree. He had worked hard to refine it for most of the day and consumed two drops of dragon blood.
If you tell me this exercise, it may be ruined.
How is this possible? How could I allow such a thing to happen?
Meng Jing was about to speak, but he scratched his head in embarrassment and looked at Yao Chen with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Old sir, how do you transmit a message to the other party? I don't know who the other party is..."
Yaochen held his forehead, looking speechless.
But the next second, the sleeve robe waved lightly into the air again.
"Okay, you can talk now."
Meng Dingding nodded and spoke to the air.
"Tell me, what's the request?"
