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Pan Ting exhausted too much energy, he was a little short of oxygen, his brain didn't realize what it was saying for a while, and he was shocked when Zuozi bit his neck. the wind.

Without the help of the wind, the fireball quickly returned to its original shape.

Pan Ting looked at the fireball from a distance, the bloodshot eyes had not faded from the whites of his eyes, he was somewhat embarrassed and hostile.

He remembered the roar before the son was thrown, his eyeballs moved slightly, and fell from the air, ignoring people's exclamations one after another, and walked step by step under the fireball, looking up at the balls of dazzling light , reached out again.

The ground was like boiled water, and the road paved with bluestones was bubbling, and the broken stones burst out from the cracks in the ground from time to time, popping out half a foot high.

People fled in all directions, watching Pan Ting's back from a distance.

Although his figure was not wide against the background of the city, when he flew into the air again, his back seemed to be lifted up invisible, and he was burly and majestic supporting the sky of Fengtian City.

The fireball swayed up and down in the air twice, and then suddenly dispersed, surrounding Pan Ting.

Pan Ting stretched out his hands, and grabbed the void on the ground.

The soil is like a fountain, rising from the ground, and when it rushes out three meters, it blooms like petals, splitting into seven or eight, one by one, circling the fireball circle after circle, and when it completely surrounds the fireball, it suddenly shrinks. Tightly, tightly sealed the fireball's retreat.

The fireball jumped up in fright, trying to break through the encirclement, but was firmly suppressed by the earthen rope.

Pan Ting looked coldly at the "earth ball" struggling up and down in the air, and suddenly felt a sense of pleasure in his heart, as if Sal was in the fireball, being held tightly by him, unable to live or die.

The "soil ball" moved more and more violently, and became smaller and smaller, and finally rolled down from the air and landed on the ground, like jumping balls, one after another, from high to low, to slowly rolling, to completely still.

Pan Ting slowly fell back to the ground.

There was a brief gap at the end of the war.

All sounds are silent.

Pan Ting heard his heart beating thumpingly.I have been a writer for so many years, I have created many heroes in my pen, and I have described countless fierce battle scenes. unprecedented.

A burst of tidy and loud cheers sounded without warning, like a stormy wave, submerging him fiercely.

Pan Ting turned a deaf ear and kept his eyes on the soil balls. It took him 3 minutes to confirm that they were indeed wiped out by the soil and could no longer be revived. Then he let out a long breath and greeted the cheers of the people.

"God, god, god..."

"God God!"

From pious calls to fanatical shouts, people vented their emotions about the rest of their lives after the catastrophe and the excitement of seeing the gods and gods fighting for themselves.

A few people accidentally bumped into his body in the crowd. At first they were terrified, but they were not displeased when they saw him. Instead, they became bolder and touched him cautiously, like stroking a porcelain doll.

Pan Ting was amused in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.

His smile was like a warm wind, which greatly encouraged their courage, and one of them held his hand impulsively.

Pan Ting thought that he wanted to shake hands with him in a friendly way, and was about to shake his hand a few times, when he raised his palm high above the heads of the crowd, waving gently in the crowd like a great banner.

The calls one after another suddenly turned into uniform shouts.

The word "Shenshen" was like a punctured balloon, which instantly exploded and made people's ears numb.

A sea of ​​jubilation piled up with simple smiles.

Looking at them, Pan Ting felt as if a warm current was pouring into his increasingly dry heart, nourishing the cracked cracks, his dry eyes were slightly moist, and at the same time he was satisfied and at the same time felt bewildered.

He is a mortal on earth, he is said to be the Great God of Thunder, but he is actually just a small person who lives by code words, but here, he is the creator and the master of this world.

It was supposed to be a gap between heaven and earth, but during the adaptation and hard work during these days, he unexpectedly got used to it slowly.

Pan Ting is the creator.

The creator is Pan Ting.

He looked up, looking at his raised hands.

The warmth of being surrounded and the glory of being worshiped let him get rid of the last restlessness and unwillingness——

Because, this taste is so wonderful that people have to be addicted.

Just when the atmosphere of the audience was pushed to its climax, Tianyi Lang sent a bodyguard team to maintain order.Pan Ting was surrounded by a dozen strong men in the center, moving towards the edge of the crowd little by little.

Pan Ting walked to the shadow of the corridor, only to think of Zuozi who was thrown out by him.There were too many people, and he couldn't find it by himself, so he had to ask the guards.

The guards were divided into two groups, all the way to escort him back to Tianyilang's residence, and to search for him all the way.

People's enthusiasm didn't die out with his departure, Pan Ting could hear the shouts and cheers from the guards every time he took a step.The hospitality was hard to come by, and he waved his hands from time to time.

His response drove people even crazier, and the journey back became harder.

Just as he was blocked in the middle of the road by heavy traffic, a huge flame shot up into the sky from the direction of Tianyilang's residence.

The cheers suddenly came to an abrupt end as if they were interrupted by a slap.

With Pan Ting's flying technique and teleportation technique, he got rid of everyone and went straight to the scene of the fire!

The fire at the scene was bigger than expected.

The raging fire burned, and the houses continued to collapse in the fire.

Pan Ting stood in front of the fire, his eyes were fixed on the black shadow in the flames, and his fists beside him were clenched quietly.

The black shadow walked in the flames, revealing its true colors step by step.

Even under the firelight, the familiar face was cold and indifferent.

Pan Ting looked at him, the anger in his chest suddenly ignited to the highest point.

He gritted his teeth and sneered: "You finally appeared."

Sa Er silently moved his toes forward two inches, stopped, and looked at him indifferently.

"Are there any other tricks besides setting fire?" Seeing Sal who had returned to his appearance when we first met, Pan felt inexplicably nervous.The fist that had already been used vigorously was still clenched, the nails dug into the palm, and the pain spread to the heart.But what he said was in a completely different sneering tone, "It's a pity, this trick is no longer working! I just accidentally extinguished those fireballs you hung that looked like lowering flags."

Seeing that Sal was still looking at him motionless, his anger finally broke through the shackles of reason, and he rushed over.

The closer you get to Saar, the more you can feel the heat wave.

Pan Ting felt like a moth to a flame, a bit regretful, but under Sa'er's indifferent gaze, he was a little bit too hard to get off, he was slightly entangled, and decided to evacuate with a quick kick!

During the less than two seconds of the volley leap, he made a simple battle plan for himself: first make a gesture to slap Xu Huang, then quickly kick out the provocative kick, and finally turn around and run.

After running out of a safe distance of 30 meters, test the effect again.

The two-second plan didn't have the chance to reconsider and rehearse at all. He almost waved his hands and kicked his legs as soon as he got close to Sa'er.Therefore, when things changed, he had no time to prepare a correction plan.

With a wave of Pan Ting's hand, Sal's face disappeared like a bubble.

Flames sprang out like snakes, wrapping right around his ankles.

Pan Ting yelled in pain, and quickly fell back to the ground.

Although his miraculous body healed the wound, the burning at that moment made him really feel heart-piercing.

"Sar!"

"I will never let you go!"

Pan Ting stood on the ground, raised his arms, and shouted.

The guards didn't know why, they looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly applauded.

Pan Ting: "..."

The crowd suddenly became agitated again.

Pan Ting didn't pay attention at first, but when everyone was crying "Shen Shen", he realized that the entire Fengtian City was almost submerged in a sea of ​​fire.In just a few minutes of the confrontation between him and "Saer", there were several more fire points in the city.

Pan Ting suddenly realized that Sal in the fire just now was simply a puppet he used to distract himself.

His purpose is to...

Set fire everywhere?

Can't control water, and can't control fire, Pan Ting can only use the old-fashioned method to control the soil to separate the flames, but his speed is far behind the speed of setting fire, seeing more and more people fall into In confusion and despair, while he was helpless, the culprit suddenly appeared in front of him.