Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

"Senior, looking at your current state, you are very weak." Wei Yang said softly.

Yao Lao's condition at this time is indeed not good.

Even the soul seems very illusory. Judging from the level of its aura, it has dropped to the peak of fighting spirit.

It seems that in the past two years, Yao Lao has put in a lot of effort in helping Xiao Yan swallow and refine the Fallen Heart Flame deep in the underground magma.

"Well, I'm fine." Yao Lao smiled, waved his hand, and said casually: "It's just a loss of some soul power. It doesn't matter."

Wei Yang shook his head, flipped his hands, took out a jade bottle and handed it over, "This is the soul nourishing liquid I refined in my spare time as a backup. It only has the fourth-grade peak. This portion has 40% of the quantity. Senior, sir Just use it and recover."

"Soul nourishing liquid?" Yao Lao's eyes lit up and he took it without any courtesy. He opened the bottle cap, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

As the medicinal liquid evaporated inside his soul, Yao Lao's soul body became visibly solidified after absorbing the medicinal power, and his aura gradually increased.

Yao Lao closed his eyes and digested it carefully in silence, with a faint expression of relief on his face.

After a while, when Yao Lao completely digested the soul-nourishing liquid, his complexion looked much better, and his aura returned to the peak of Dou Wang.

Phew~

Yao Lao opened his eyes, took a long breath, and looked at Wei Yang, "Boy Wei, thank you very much."

"Senior, you're welcome. This is the student's wish." Wei Yang waved his hand.

Yao Lao smiled, stroked his beard and nodded, without saying anything more, but a look of relief appeared on his face.

The faint surge of warmth caused his soul body to emit a faint glow.

He was blinded once, but God was kind to him and did not let him be hurt in the same way again. The heartache of being betrayed by a close relative penetrated deep into his bones.

Both Xiao Yan and Wei Yang are good in character, not ungrateful, and they respect their teachers.

For people who have this, no matter how bad they are, they can't be bad at all.

…

Time passes slowly, when the last ray of the sunset is over and darkness falls.

Xiao Yan finally slowly opened his eyes.

There was no confusion on his face anymore, but an unusually soft smile.

At this time, he gave people a different feeling. Xiao Yan now seemed to have a little more than before. It seemed to be some kind of change in temperament and self-confidence.

The whole person looks natural and gives people a different feeling.

It is a sign of inner confidence and strength.

Wei Yang and Yao Lao watched with smiles, feeling happy for Xiao Yan in their hearts.

His transformation this time has undoubtedly brought huge benefits.

Xiao Yan bowed and saluted the two of them, "Thank you, teacher, and thank you, senior brother."

"Hahaha, okay, okay." Yao Lao stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

"Congratulations, your soul realm has reached the peak of the late mortal realm, and you are only one step away from the peak of the mortal realm." Wei Yang sighed.

"Congratulations, Mr. Xiao." Ada on the side also said with envy on his face.

As we all know, it is difficult to improve the soul.

Through this mysterious state, Xiao Yan actually improved twice in a row in more than three years.

No one has this kind of cheating luck.

The current Xiao Yan's Dou Qi realm is only the peak of Dou Wang, but his soul realm is already the peak of the late Mortal realm.

I believe that when Xiao Yan breaks through to Douhuang, there is a high probability that his soul realm will come naturally, and he will directly and smoothly enter the peak level of the mortal realm, also known as the half-step spiritual realm.

Dou Huang, a soul at the pinnacle of the mortal realm, a peak alchemist at the seventh level!

And with Xiao Yan's foundation, there is no need to think about the future. During the Douzong period, it can be said that entering the spiritual realm is a certainty.

This kind of achievement is really enviable.

…

After chatting for a while.

The smile on Yao Lao's face faded and he looked at Wei Yang. His lips moved several times, but he didn't make any sound. He frowned slightly and his face looked a little tangled.

When Xiao Yan saw this, he winked at Wei Yang.

Wei Yang nodded slightly to express his understanding, then smiled at Yao Lao and asked, "Senior, do you want to ask about Han Feng?"

When Yao Lao heard this, his body trembled obviously. He stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, but his palms were trembling slightly. His face looked calm on the surface, but in fact, his heart was fluctuating violently.

After a while, Yao Lao asked in a calm voice: "That evil disciple, is he still alive?"

Wei Yang nodded and said softly: "According to the senior's wishes, I left a remnant of his soul."

Yao Lao took a breath and nodded, with a strange expression on his face. He didn't know whether it was joy or anger, maybe both.

"Where is he?"

Wei Yang turned over his hand, took out a jade bottle and placed it gently on the table, then pushed it in front of Yao Lao, "Inside."

Suddenly, Yao Lao and Xiao Yan's eyes were fixed on the jade bottle at the same time.

Xiao Yan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, while Yao Lao's expression was extremely complicated and difficult to describe.

The atmosphere was very silent, no one spoke.

After a while.

Yao Laocai took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, held the jade bottle tightly with slightly trembling palms, and picked it up.

Gently rubbing his thumb on the surface of the jade bottle, feeling the solid soul seal on it, Yao Lao just looked at it silently, speechless for a long time.

"Open it." Yao Lao raised his eyes and looked at Wei Yang, his voice a little hoarse.

"Okay." Wei Yang nodded, and the seal in his hand quickly changed a few times, and a talisman fell on the jade bottle and blended in.

Immediately afterwards, water-like ripples began to appear on the surface of the jade bottle.

Immediately, there was a soft pop sound, and the soul seal on it dissipated.

A breath suddenly burst out from inside the jade bottle.

Click~~

A slight sound of shattering was heard, and many tiny cracks were instantly scattered on the surface of the jade bottle.

Then, with a bang, the entire jade bottle exploded and turned into powder.

A very illusory, embarrassing and transparent shadow rushed out from the dust, and its size was growing rapidly.

"Wei Yang, where is that old guy? I want to see him!"

The embarrassed figure had disheveled hair and red eyes. As soon as he came out, he shouted directly at Wei Yang: "What qualifications do you have to imprison me, ah? You are just an outsider who is not even an outsider. What qualifications do you have to deal with me? I I want to see the old guy!"

Wei Yang crossed his hands and fingers and just looked at him coldly without making a sound, but there was a wisp of black fire faintly beating in his eyes.

"You..." Han Feng shivered immediately, shut up immediately, and did not dare to shout again.

He was still afraid of this kind of black fire, because in the past two years, Wei Yang would ask him to taste it from time to time.

"Evil disciple, evil disciple..." At this moment, a voice that was obviously trembling with anger suddenly sounded.

This voice made Han Feng suddenly stunned. After a long time, he slowly turned around.

When he saw the old illusory figure, his pupils shrank immediately, and then his expression became excited, "Old teacher, you, you are indeed not dead..."

"Yes, I'm not dead. Are you disappointed?" Yao Lao stood up slowly and glared at Han Feng with a strange voice, "You didn't expect that one day we would meet again? And with this kind of soul?" Meet in a physical way?"

"Teacher, I..." Han Feng was speechless, looking slightly frightened, ashamed, and unhappy...

"Don't call me teacher. From the moment you killed me, I no longer have an evil disciple like you!" Yao Lao shouted.

"Teacher, teacher, I, I was wrong." Han Feng hurriedly took a few steps forward, knelt down on the ground, "Teacher, I know I was wrong, I, I was impulsive at the time, I didn't mean it... …”

"Haha, impulsive? Haha." Yao Lao laughed, his voice was slightly sad, and he stepped forward with his body stooped, looking down at Han Feng who was crawling there, "Haha, just because of impulse, you want to kill your master? "