Sima Xian swaggered back to his companions, shot Lin Xin a glance, and said, "Brother, my Violet Illusion Divine Thunder Spiritual Stove is pretty good, right? Hehe."
Lin Xin snorted. "Still not as good as my Blue Fire Phoenix Spiritual Stove."
For once, Sima Xian did not argue. "Of course. It definitely can't compare to your Blue Fire Phoenix! Um, Brother Lin, when are you going to introduce Little White Flower to me?"
"We'll talk about it later."
Lin Xin felt that the name Fire Phoenix alone was not flashy enough, so he added the word Blue in front of it. After Sima Xian's two Spiritual Stoves merged, he named it the Violet Illusion Divine Thunder Spiritual Stove. It was the terrifying force everyone had just witnessed. As for its deeper uses, even Sima Xian himself was still practicing them. The only certainty was that this Spiritual Stove possessed extraordinarily powerful explosive force and could maintain its effect on the battlefield. Its backlash was also continuous. If the backlash reached its extreme, it was simple enough—an archbishop would become a Cardinal Roasted Pig.
Several examiners gathered together, looking at General Grade Twenty-First Demon Hunt Squad as though they were monsters. They were all at the Sixth Rank, so why was the gap so enormous? The examiners were no fools. They might not have guessed that the abilities Wang Yuanyuan and Cai'er had used in battle came from Spiritual Stoves, but Lin Xin's and Sima Xian's abilities clearly differed from their own attributes. Sima Xian's Violet Illusion Divine Thunder Spiritual Stove in particular had been far too obvious. The examiners felt nothing but envy, jealousy, and hatred toward them—hatred for the unfairness of the heavens!
Chen Yinger hugged Mai Dou Little Pig and eagerly stepped out. "My turn, my turn."
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