Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

the next day.

The morning glow shines on the courtyard, giving it a light golden color.

The morning dew slightly wetted the bluestone pavement. In the medicine garden, various medicinal materials spread out their branches and leaves, and crystal clear dewdrops hung on them. Under the rays of the morning sun, they reflected a dazzling brilliance.

There is a scent of medicinal herbs in the fresh air, which makes you feel relaxed and happy.

Xian'er had her long hair rolled up, her sleeves and trousers rolled up, she stepped barefoot in the mud, holding a small hoe in her hand, bent over and carefully tending the medicine garden, humming a beautiful tune in her mouth, her face rosy, Radiant.

Under the eaves, Wei Yang sat in front of the desk, yawning from time to time, looking slightly tired.

On the side, Qing Lin had a narrow smile on his lips and was making tea for Wei Yang with quick hands and feet.

Wei Yang stretched for a long time, and when he lowered his head, he saw the smile on the corner of Qinglin's mouth, his eyes suddenly turned sideways, and his expression became unkind, "Qinglin, have you been itchy recently? "

"Ah? Master, I'm not." Qinglin was startled, shook his head quickly, and suppressed the smile on his lips.

"No? Then what are you laughing at?" Wei Yang cheered up and sat up straighter.

"I'm not smiling." Qing Lin's face was straight, and he pursed his lips and shook his head.

"You still say no? I've tolerated you for a long time, don't go too far! When you get up early in the morning, you keep laughing like this and never stop!" Wei Yang glared.

"Master, you are wrong, I really don't have one." Qing Lin refused to admit it.

Wei Yang suddenly narrowed his eyes, with wisps of fierce light flickering in them, and felt a little itchy in his hands.

I was careless last night and couldn't hold it back, which resulted in a leak... Well, it was a pity that I lost a fight. Although she later rose up and successfully regained her position, Xian'er seemed to have achieved some kind of decisive victory, looking like a successful little woman.

When I wake up early in the morning, I feel arrogant and walk with my head held high.

However, Wei Yang had no way to deal with her for the time being, so he could only secretly decide to take a good rest and wait until the evening to fight again, otherwise he would kill her until she lost her armor.

As the saying goes, people make mistakes and horses make mistakes. I just suffered a small defeat, so what should I be afraid of?

This is inevitable, understandable and very logical.

But he always felt that Qinglin's smile was a little weird.

How can I bear this?

What is your attitude?

"Tell me, were you eavesdropping at night?" Wei Yang's eyes were not kind, and he became a little angry and decided to find trouble.

He felt that it was necessary for him to teach Qing Lin a lesson and let her know who was the real boss of the family and who was the boss of the family, lest she be led astray by Xian'er. Is this okay?

If the husband is weak, how can he shake the world?

"No..." Qing Lin's face suddenly turned red, he lowered his head shyly, shook his head vigorously, and murmured.

There was some resentment in her heart. Why did she need to eavesdrop? It's obvious that you are making too much noise...

"Haha." Wei Yang smiled.

He leaned back on the chair, his eyes half-open and half-closed, staring at Qinglin, and he was thinking quickly in his heart, how to make a good deal with this girl.

Qing Lin buried his head in silence, his face turned red and he was a little restless.

at this time.

Outside the hospital.

"Brother Wei is here?" Xiao Yan shouted outside.

Wei Yang frowned slightly.

"I'll open the door!" Qing Lin instantly found a chance to escape, jumped up and ran away.

Wei Yang could only smack his lips with some regret, and picked up the tea cup with an expression on his face.

…

"Brother Wei."

Xiao Yan strode over and sat down at the desk, laughing loudly.

"Why did you come to me so early in the morning?" Wei Yang looked lazy and sat slumped, looking weak.

"Hehe." Xiao Yan took the teacup from Qinglin's hand, nodded his thanks, and then smiled at Wei Yang: "Brother Wei seems to be very tired, so you need to pay attention to moderation."

Wei Yang rolled his eyes.

Qing Lin turned away in shame.

At this time, Yao Lao's figure slowly floated out.

"Senior Yao." Qing Lin quickly poured tea again.

"Well, the little girl's skills are getting better and better." Yao Lao took the tea and tasted it slowly, not forgetting to praise Qing Lin.

"Hehe, thank you, Senior Yao, for the compliment." Qinglin immediately narrowed his eyes and covered his mouth with a sweet smile.

After chatting for a few words.

Wei Yang glanced at the master and disciple.

Yao Lao still had a smile on his face and was very calm.

Xiao Yan, on the other hand, was obviously a little more impatient and stopped talking several times.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Wei Yang got straight to the point, "Windfury Dragon Flame?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Xiao Yan nodded repeatedly, his face full of expectation, and he looked at Wei Yang with fiery eyes.

Yao Lao also trembled slightly with his hands and narrowed his eyes.

"The Wind Fury Dragon Flame is indeed in my hands." Wei Yang admitted frankly.

"Hiss~" Xiao Yan suddenly took a breath, breathing slightly heavily.

Yao Lao's face trembled and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"It can be considered luck. I found it in the restricted life zone deep in the Tagore Desert." Wei Yang smiled.

Xiao Yan was surprised: "I didn't expect that there would be Wind Fury Dragon Flame deep in the Tagore Desert?"

Wind-furious dragon flames, Qinglian earth-centered fire!

Could it not be said that in the Tagore Desert, two strange fires were born one after another in the same era?

Although it is only the eighteenth or nineteenth, it is still a unique treasure.

"Well, with the characteristics of the Windfury Dragon Flame, the Tagor Desert does have the conditions to breed it." Yao Lao nodded.

"The power of this wind-fury dragon flame is comparable to that of a low-level Dou Zong, and it is full of intelligence, cunning, fierce, and unruly. I am a little worried that one day it will backfire, but it is not like Qinglian's inner fire. In that way, the spirit is like a newborn baby..."

Wei Yang looked casual, and after briefly introducing the situation of Wind Fury Dragon Flame, he looked at Xiao Yan and said, "Its birth and formation are much earlier than Qinglian Earth Heart Fire. Are you sure you can handle it? "

"Uh." When Xiao Yan heard this, his expression became serious.

"Well, sure enough, its intelligence is already so high..." Yao Lao also stroked his beard and frowned.

Both the master and the disciple were feeling a little heavy at the moment.

Don't be afraid of the evil of strange fire, but be afraid of the wisdom of strange fire.

It’s difficult!

…

Wei Yang turned his hand, and a small jade bottle appeared in his hand. He placed it gently on the table, "The Wind Fury Dragon Flame is here."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan and Yao Lao's eyes instantly condensed, staring at the inconspicuous little jade bottle.

The small jade bottle looks ordinary, with nothing special about it. It is placed quietly on the table without leaking any breath.

At first glance, it looks ordinary, no different from those ordinary jade bottles.

Who would have thought that it would actually contain an extremely precious rare thing from heaven and earth, a fire, a wind-furious dragon flame with power comparable to that of a powerful Douzong warrior?

However, if you listen carefully, you can vaguely notice a difference.

Woohoo~

Ang~

If you listen attentively, you can hear the whistling sound of the wind coming from inside the jade bottle, as well as the vague sound of dragon roar coming from the jade bottle.

"Wind-furious Dragon Flame!" Xiao Yan's eyes burst with light, and his body was trembling slightly.

Wei Yang said lightly: "Don't look at it. It seems very calm now. That's because it is in a deep sleep state. If it were awakened, tsk tsk, the scene when Xian'er fought with Zihuo yesterday would be far worse than It’s terrifying if you don’t go to the original body!”

Xiao Yan and Yao Lao nodded lightly.

Zihuo, no matter how much it is exerted, its power is limited, far less than the real body.

If this wind-furious dragon flame is released and left uncontrollable, it will not take long for the entire Jia Ma Empire to be destroyed by it into ruins.

Yao Lao picked up the jade bottle and placed it in front of his eyes. He closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully exploring his senses and feeling them carefully.

Wei Yang and Xiao Yan watched quietly.

After a while.

Yao Lao then opened his eyes, smiled, nodded, and praised: "I just spied on it secretly and almost woke it up. I have such a keen sense of spirituality."

Xiao Yan rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "Teacher, show me."

Yao Lao waved his hand quickly, shook his head to stop: "Xiao Yanzi, don't act recklessly, this is the imperial capital, and it's still in the Alchemy Guild. If something happens accidentally!"

When Xiao Yan heard this, he could only give up and barely suppress his eagerness.

Yao Lao held the jade bottle, looked at Wei Yang, and said directly: "Wei, please give me a price!"

"Two things." Wei Yang didn't waste any time and raised two fingers.

Yao Lao took a deep breath, his face was serious, he was ready to be slaughtered, and he nodded: "Speak!"

"First, Xuan-level advanced soul skills."

"Second, the eighth-level method of infusing spirits." Wei Yang said.

"This." Yao Lao suddenly frowned and thought, his eyelids twitching.

Wei Yang's move could be said to have stabbed him in the heart.

The method of eighth-grade soul-imbuing is easier to say.

But the soul technique is the most core secret that is not taught to any alchemy master.