The Supreme Realm of Fighting Break

Chapter 437 Soul Fighting Skill Sky Cold (7)

Chapter 79 Soul Combat Skills: Sky Cold (7)

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows, and a look of helplessness appeared on his faintly confused face: "Should I say that this fighting skill is miraculous, or should I say that the person who created it was named Meng? I have never heard of such a cultivation method. Could it be fake?"

"However, as far as I can roughly comprehend the situation, with my current soul power at the peak of the Emperor Realm, plus two ghosts who are not low in rank, the power I can exert is indeed much stronger than that of Huang Quan Tian Fu From this point of view, this fighting skill seems to be the real thing." Xiao Yan closed the fighting skill and muttered to himself, feeling that one head was as big as two.

"Let's ask Old Zhan."

But when Xiao Yan turned his head and thought of the word "menopause", he immediately dismissed the idea. If Zhan Lao was willing to say it, he would have told him already. Since he refused to say it, why would he bother himself.

"If it is better than what you are using now, use it first. If you continue to practice, you will know what is going on." Xiao Yan tilted his head slightly, comforting himself, but vowed in his heart that he would never dare to use the technical terms on the earth again.

"I've been in for so long, it's time to go out."

There was nothing else to do in the pagoda, Xiao Yan was concerned about the situation in the Xiao Mansion, after saying goodbye to Elder Zhan, he touched Long Yi's head again, and appeared in the Xiao Mansion in a flash.

The Xiao Mansion was still quiet, with springs bubbling on both sides and flowers blooming like brocades, making this beautiful place more lively.

"It seems that everyone hasn't come back yet." Xiao Yan walked along the path paved with snow jade, admiring the beautiful scenery on both sides. It is also a kind of relaxation to enjoy the beautiful scenery after penance.

After crossing the small bridge and turning around the corridor, Xiao Yan's eyes fell on a small pavilion not far away.

The small pavilion is very beautiful, and there are several delicate bells hanging on the slightly upturned corners of the pavilion, which rang with the wind, and the sound of hitting each other was very crisp.

But Xiao Yan's eyes did not stay on the small pavilion, but stared at a figure in the small pavilion.

The figure looked a bit bleak, with deep marks left by the years, but his waist was straight, and it was Xiao Yao who was leaning on the railing to watch the goldfish in the pool.

"Ancestor." Xiao Yan greeted and walked forward.

Hearing Xiao Yan's voice, Xiao Yao looked back with a smile, suddenly stretched out his palm, and pressed in the air.

In mid-air, a palm print condensed with grudge rapidly enlarged, blocking all Xiao Yan's escape routes.

Xiao Yan was stunned, a silver light flashed under his feet, he flipped his palm, and a fire shadow from Tianhuo shot out from the ancient feet.

With a loud bang, the palm prints disappeared, Xiao Yan's footsteps hurriedly made mistakes, and he retreated several tens of feet before he stabilized his footsteps.

(End of this chapter)