Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 134 The Red Thief Stealing Two of My Fire God Statues

How come Mr. Shuijing's name became known to the whole world?

The unscrupulous media has caused a lot of harm to me.

Yan Huan responded to each one, but always felt that he had a hard time defending himself and that it would take a lot of time to explain himself clearly.

After thinking it over, he edited a message and posted it on his Moments: Stop shouting, please.

In less than a moment, the comments section had piled up to fill half the screen.

Okay, Mr. Shuijing.

No problem, Mr. Shuijing.

Clear water is like a mirror, and knowing people well is a reflection of them!
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Yan Huan frowned.

At this moment, subway, old people, mobile phones!
Looking through the chat list, among the familiar friends, Li Shuyu has had contact with Jianghu Xiaozhan and should know the most.

Yan Huan immediately asked, "Brother Li, where did you get the information?"

Li Shuyu replied, "Brother Yan is so focused on seeking the truth that he may not pay attention to news in the circle. We, the aliens, also have exclusive channels to obtain information."

Yiren Network is a platform for information transmission among different people. Its information sources rely on several authoritative media such as Jianghu Xiaozhan and Yaoxingshe. Speech is subject to supervision from the company. Compared with the free network environment outside the circle, the dissemination of topics is more stringent.

After opening the link sent by Li Shuyu, Yan Huan saw the forum interface opened.

Eight out of ten of the pinned headlines are related to Yan Huan.

The recent rise of the Tianxiahui was pitifully suppressed in the bottom column of the interface. There was another item, which was that the "Quanxing" corpse demon Tu Junfang had summoned the three corpses of a certain Buddhist master.

Yan Huan narrowed his eyes and read through the lines one by one:
Mr. Shuijing Sima Hui, is there really such a thing as reincarnation in this world?

The Wuhou faction's rare genius was defeated, and his opponent turned out to be him!

Mr. Shuijing, that person is Yan Huan!
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Looking through the comments, most of them express their admiration for the emergence of newcomers, while there are also sarcastic jokes such as "I am Qin Shi Huang".

The topic fermented very quickly, and the comments piled up to thousands.

Some things that happened after leaving the Northeast were gradually brought to the fore, such as defeating the unrighteous weapon refiner who practiced both alchemy and Qi, solving the theft case that had troubled Yantai for many days, slapping the newcomer of Penglai Sword Pavilion and making him cry, defeating the followers of the Fire Poison Sect in Southeast Asia in the Fire Deity Sect, and defeating the genius of the Wuhou Sect...

No matter how big or small, I will tell you one by one.

Yan Huan suddenly felt the horror of these intelligence organizations.

“I always feel a little ashamed of being the center of this topic…”

Yan Huan ignored it, turned off the screen of his phone and placed it next to the bed.

Thinking back on what happened in the Wuhou Sect over the past half month, our strength has developed horizontally, but our vertical depth has not been explored.

Looking back, I encountered the fire spirit Youguang. The Teng Snake Evil Fire and the Karma Fire derived from the Fire Poison Sect could only be auxiliary means. The final say could only be the True Fire Samadhi that had special attacks against elves.

Therefore, during the time that Yan Huan stayed in the Sixth Ring, in addition to collecting various information about the belief in the God of Fire, he also nurtured his soul with the help of Bifang.

As the capital of the Ming Dynasty, the belief in the God of Fire has a long history. There are many temples dedicated to the God of Fire here. Among them, the largest and highest-level one is the Shichahai Temple of the God of Fire.

You Guang intentionally associates himself with the name of Huode Zhenjun because he covets the incense burning under the altar and covets the faith offered by passing tourists.

The big temple is very popular and has abundant faith and power. If you start looking for it from Shichahai, the chance of encountering a fire spirit will be much higher than anywhere else.

Having made plans, Yan Huan did not act rashly and waited for the night to fall.

Nowadays, all places with historical and cultural heritage in China have been integrated into scenic spots, and the Fire God Temple is no exception. It is inconvenient to take action during the day because there are many people and eyes. Only when the moon is dark and the wind is strong can one act without restraint.

After resting his eyes for two hours in the small hotel, the night finally enveloped the Di'anmen Street. Yan Huan used an illusion to grope for a bright fire in the Fire Temple and arrived at the temple in a moment.

The Huode Zhenjun Temple faces south and its gate is east-facing. The roof is covered with yellow-green glazed tiles. Inside the gate, there is a colorful archway with eight large characters "Shouguo Mountain Forest" and "Dantian Holy Land" inscribed on it, one on the east and one on the west.

Yan Huan was currently in the Yinghuo Palace, also known as the Fire Ancestor Palace. Behind the altar was the Southern Fire Deity Yinghuo Star Lord. The deity had a human face and a beast's body, and rode two proud dragons, looking mighty and extraordinary.

When Yan Huan saw this thing, he couldn't help laughing.

How did his father Feng Yunyi manage to carry this thing and run away?
He just ran away, and he was actually more than ten blocks away from the two Qihuahuo masters.

"Is this thing a whole object including the platform, or is it just an individual statue? It can't be moved." Yan Huan hid behind the curtain next to the red pillar and lifted the platform.

The statue of the God of Fire did not move at all. It must have been reinforced for some unknown reason.

"It will break if I use more force, forget it." Yan Huan brushed the dust off his hands and said to himself.

At this time, the sanitation worker outside the hall came in while cleaning up with a broom in one hand.

When he raised his head, he saw Yan Huan next to the statue of the God of Fire.

The two looked at each other, and for a moment they were stunned like puppets.

The sanitation worker was old, with a head full of white hair. He walked steadily and powerfully but his steps were silent. He was definitely an extraordinary person.

The surging Yang energy overflowing from his body made Yan Huan guess that this man was an expert in using fire, just like the Huode Sect.

"Huh!?" The old man came back to his senses instantly.

"What are you doing up there, little thief?"

"Wait a minute! Are you trying to steal the statue of Huode Zhenjun from my temple?"

pat!

The old man swung the broom in his hand and rolled up his sleeves.

The lights in the hall were dim, a healing color like the warm sun, soft and dim, but Yan Huan's hair color was particularly eye-catching in the environment.

This red-haired one!
The red hair was like fire, burning the outer shell of Li Kangming's memory box asunder, and memories flooded out like a tide.

"You little red-haired thief, it's you again! I let you steal it last time, and this time you won't let go of the statue of True Lord Huode!"

Last time?

Could this old man be Brother Li’s grandfather? Didn’t he settle in the southwest with the Li family?
"Wait a minute, old man, you got the wrong person!"

Li Kangming looked at them for a long time and found that they looked a bit similar, but their ages didn't match.

"Great!" The old man suddenly realized, "Two generations of one family want to steal my two statues of the True Lord. This is lawless and too much!"

"He's really Brother Li's grandfather!"

Swish!
As he was surprised, Li Kangming's body suddenly became abnormal and his thin and slender arm broke directly at the joint.

The half arm flew rapidly toward the back of the statue of the God of Fire. Yan Huan clearly saw wisps of flames coming out from the broken part, surging violently like a thruster.

Yan Huan leaped away from the altar and landed on the flammable curtain.

No matter what identity the old man had in the Fire Temple, he would not be so cruel as to burn the temple down.

Swish!
When the broken arm was retracted, a bright spark came out from the broken part, and Li Kangming's arm grew back.

"You said you have nothing to do with the Feng family. You are just as sinister and cunning as him! Get down from there!"

Yan Huan pulled the curtain tight, wrapped himself up tightly, and looked down at the old man with a glaring face below.

Qi turns into fire!
Seen it.

(End of this chapter)