Xia qingchen flicked his finger, and a wisp of Black Flame danced on his fingertip.
Hmm?
Yao shuicheng's eyes changed slightly. Black flames?
He focused his eyes and looked carefully. The more he looked, the more his expression changed. First, it was confusion, then suspicion, and finally uncertainty.
As a spirit master, his understanding of fire far exceeded that of ordinary people.
There were countless types of flames in the world. Some were flames that came from one's own cultivation, some were naturally born with them, and some were flames that one could absorb later on.
The flames were of all kinds of colors.
However, black was very rare.
He had never seen a Black Flame in his life. He had only read about it in some ancient books.
Of course, it did not mean that the black Flame was powerful. It was just that the color was very rare.
it's probably a special flame that came from cultivating some kind of martial technique. Yao shuicheng said.