"Fire source? Ghost Rommen's idea of ​​playing the White House is because of this?"

Yu Yu looked at her face and looked at the dragon and chubby mutton, but the latter didn't matter. The little eyes were constantly looking at the mutton for a bit.

"Long, you don't want to eat, how is this fire source? With the strength of Ghosts, even if it is not difficult to find a different fire?" Night Yu asked.

After Yu Yuying and others left Tashan City, they started a long wormhole trip.

Anyway, it is nearly three months since I got married. After a brief discussion in the inn, several people decided to take the ordinary wormhole, but the speed of returning to the valley must be slower.

From Tashan City to Yaowang Valley, the common wormhole takes about a month and a half, and now there are still ten days to reach Yaowang Valley.

The night Yu's injury has completely recovered after half a month. Now Yu Yu and Bai Jinyi stayed in the chaotic space almost all day. They just chatted with Long Xiaopeng and talked about why the ghost Luomen had to deal with Yao Wang. Valley, Long Xiaopeng quickly said, except for the site, it must be because of the fire.

Therefore, there is just a dialogue.

Looking at the surprised expression of the night feathers, the dragon's little eyebrows wrinkled, and the side looked at Bai Jinyi: "Xiaobai, have you told her?"

Bai Jinyi looked a glimpse and slowly shook his head. "Yu Yu did not ask, this kind of thing belongs to the secret of Yaowang Valley, and later forgot..."

The night feathers whitened Bai Jinyi, and his eyes fell on Long Xiaopeng: "What is the source of fire? Ghost Luomen will not hesitate to launch a civil war to compete."

"Fire source... Well, this thing you should have seen, can also be understood as a kind of fire." Long Xiaopeng explained, tearing a piece of lamb into his mouth, and also allowed the oily fingers.

Fire?

The night feathers smashed the beautiful, tentatively asked: "Dragon, are you saying that Yin left the fire in the cold snowfield?"

"Well... almost, but the white house's starry sky is too illusory. The fire source should be many times larger than the original one. Specifically, let you explain it to you." Long Xiaopeng turned to Bai Jinyi and gave it a mouth. I no longer pay attention to the night feathers, and I went to the mutton.

The night feathers looked at Bai Jinyi, and the eyes suddenly had a bit more fun: "The young master of the big white, talk about it, what else is holding me, let me explain it."

Seeing the beauty and joking with himself, Bai Jinyi also showed a rogue expression. "I want to know? Well, I will tell you if I win."

Boom!

The night feathers screamed and didn't fight, but it was a palm, but Bai Jinyi was a realm of the spirit. This kind of attack easily escaped, and the two of you chased me and started to make trouble.

Half an hour later, the two lay on a hillside, Bai Jinyi looked up at the sky, and night feathers put the show on his chest.

"Jin Yi, what is the fire of your white house?"

"Fire type... It is the foundation of the White House. Only the disciples of the Bai family and the top five disciples who are outstanding in the faculty are eligible to obtain. After the fire is introduced into the body, it can be cultivated with spiritual power for several months. Starry sky is too illusory." Bai Jinyi slowly explained.

“Just these?” The night feathers raised their eyebrows slightly.

"It should be because of the illusory legend." The tender voice came from the top of the two men.

At night, Yu Xiaopeng didn’t know when he was lying on the top of the two, but he had no lamb in his hand.

Long Xiaopeng also looked up at the sky, and said in his mouth: "If the spirit of the peak of the spirits can refine the two sources of fire, there is a chance to break through the heavens and prove the avenue."