Shen Ji, a disciple of the Red Flame Sect, is eighteen years old, 189 tall, has a handsome face and a pair of dead fish eyes.
He usually stays out of tune, sleeping in class, knocking over the alchemy furnace, and fighting his junior brother over the soul bird's legs from the cafeteria to the martial arts field.
But if you dare to touch the people around him——
He would carry a five-foot-three-inch blue rainbow giant sword and fight all the way from the back mountain to the entrance of the Demon Realm.
His best brother Lu Xiaodian said he was a mad dog.
Deputy head Shen Feng said he was a genius.
The leader, Shen Lie, scolded him for being ineffective, but secretly stuffed all the skills at the bottom of the box under his pillow.
And Elder Wen, the most respected elder in the entire sect, after faking his death, was using the soul-capturing seal to control the chamber of elders in the secret chamber to send Shen Shen to the altar.
"Your fire spirit body is the most perfect vessel I have ever seen."
After hearing this, Shen Ji smiled.
The next second, golden flames burned through the twelve evil formation pillars.
"Try it and see who is pretending."
