Chapter 2430 You Win

The third person on the left was already wary enough. When he got the talent seed, he wanted to put it away first and never absorb it.

Who knew Brother Cheng would be one step faster.

Regardless of whether he wanted it or not, I gave him another set of blessings.

The Yan clan was born as a small flame, and then gradually grew stronger as their strength increased.

What kind of realm can be achieved depends not only on how much fire can be integrated on the road of cultivation, but also on innate talent.

Taixuan Ziyan is one of the top talents of this tribe.

However, this talent is not suitable for other ethnic groups, especially Zuo San, who has just been baptized by Hunyuan Wugou.

His body, which was about to condense into a ball, suddenly burst into purple flames.

The flames didn't feel hot, but as soon as they burned, they began to spread towards other parts of his body.

Zuo San's body turned into a golden ball, like a melted candle, and began to 'sweat'.

Every drop of sweat means countless years of Taoism to him.

"No! It's impossible..."

Relying on his great strength, he still cannot die.

It's just that the current state of being paralyzed into a piece of mud is no better than death. It is a complete torture.

"What on earth is this?"

"You despicable guy, what on earth did you poison me with?"

Jiang Cheng had to defend himself.

"What kind of poison? I never use poison, okay?"

"This is Luo Xianchi's talent, Flowing Fire. How about I give you the talent for free?"

"How can you mistake your good intentions for a donkey's liver and lungs?"

"Oh my God, you are gifted with fire?"

The third one from the left almost fainted on the spot.

Because this was ten times more serious than he expected.

If it was a toxin, he was still confident that it would be eliminated bit by bit, just like now he was using his immortal power to isolate the purple fire in his body, trying to clean it out.

Although it didn't succeed 'for now', I still have good hopes.

And if you are gifted with fire, you can just give up.

As a divine descendant, Zuo San certainly knew what his natural flow of fire was and how powerful it was.

If it could be absorbed, he would have absorbed it on Luoxian Island eight hundred years ago. The key is that he can't bear it.

"How can you bring out the talent of flowing fire?"

"What a good thing you did, damn it! Damn it!"

Hearing his curse, Brother Cheng was not angry or upset.

Instead, he took out the third talent seed.

"Our competition isn't over yet. Next, it's my turn to give out the treasure."

"Is the grade of the natural flowing fire high enough? It is definitely not inferior to any treasure. Look how generous I am."

Zuo San, who was in extremely bad condition, almost became angry after hearing this sarcastic remark.

If you were really generous, why did you deliberately give two such extreme alien talents?

He no longer cares about the bet, the key now is how to save his life.

He is not dead yet, not because he is better than Jiang Cheng, but because he does not have much talent in the first place.

Just like a piece of paper, Brother Cheng has already filled it up, leaving no room for other talents to step in.

The third piece of paper from the left still has some room left.

But according to the current situation, as the purple fire continues to spread, the moment he can close his eyes is not far away.

Jiang Cheng waited until he was almost unable to struggle anymore, then sighed pitifully.

"That's good, that's good. The donor looks like he's in pain."

The third person from the left no longer had the energy to complain.

His whole body turned into a puddle of solution. If it weren't for his strong strength that kept him alive, no one would regard him as a living being.

"Would you like me to help relieve your pain?"

Zuo San wanted to cut him into pieces.

What the heck, it turns out you can lift it?

Then didn't you tell me earlier?

He immediately roared loudly.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Jiang Cheng paused as he looked down.

He asked doubtfully: "There's something wrong with your tone. Are you ordering me?"

Zuo San finally realized that now everyone is a slave and I am a fish, and the position has long been different.

Unless he doesn't want to live, he can only bow his head and admit defeat.

"Ahem, I'm too impatient."

"Please also help me remove this natural flow of fire."

Jiang Cheng then nodded with satisfaction.

"That's pretty much it."

He could indeed take those two seeds back because up until this point, he had still been able to manipulate those two seeds.

That's still part of him.

However, just after squatting down, he seemed to have thought of something and shook his head again.

"Oh no, I still can't save you."

"Why?" Zuo San was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

"Our bet isn't over yet." Jiang Cheng said.

The third person on the left wanted to ask, does this have anything to do with saving me?

Is there a conflict between the two?

"When you save me, we can continue our bet."

"No no no."

Brother Cheng's head shook like a rattle.

"You have to do things one by one and don't give up halfway."

"I can save you if I want. I will rescue you immediately after the bet is over."

Zuo San complained ten thousand times in his heart.

How could he not understand what Jiang Cheng meant? He was trying to force himself to admit defeat!

I could have won two jade talismans, but now not only can't I win, but I have to pay my own share.

How could he be willing to do this?

"I won four rounds..."

He wanted to argue, but soon found that something was wrong with Brother Cheng's expression.

So I could only change my words temporarily.

"Although I have won four rounds, it is still unclear who will win, so I suffer a small loss and the bet is void. We are considered a draw. How about it?"

If this guy said this in the first round, then Brother Cheng would have no reason not to agree.

But this guy jumped on his face four times in a row, which was both mocking and connotative. That's called arrogance.

If you don't kill him, you will be sorry for his performance!

"No, a competition must have a beginning and an end. What is a competition without a winner?"

"You've already said that this competition can become a good story. If it ends in such a hurry, then I won't become a laughing stock?"

"This is not in line with my principles of life!"

Is your principle as a human being to use off-the-chart tricks to plot against me?

The person had to lower his head under the eaves and looked at Zuo Sanyan. If he delayed for a while longer, he might not be able to survive the moment of being rescued. He could only pinch his nose and admit defeat.

"You win, that's it!"

Jiang Cheng curled his lips.

"What do you mean I'm the winner? It's like you could have won and you let me do it on purpose."

At this point, it was pointless for Zuo San to fight for the upper hand. He could only say dullly: "Yes, yes, you can win. I bet you that you are completely overestimating your abilities. Is this okay?"

"You are really discerning."

Brother Cheng gave him a thumbs up, regardless of whether he accepted it or not.

"Can you save me now?"

"Okay, give me the lost bet first."