Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

In the ruins of the courtyard.

"Brother Wei, this Soul Hall Dou Zun named Mu Gu seems to have a grudge with the teacher. Do you know the details?" Xiao Yan asked.

"I have heard a little bit. This is a respected elder of the Soul Hall, known as Old Man Mu Gu. He has a high status in the Soul Hall. Because he is an eighth-grade alchemist, he is said to be highly valued by the Soul Hall Master." Wei Yang pondered.

"Old Man Mu Gu?" Xiao Yan muttered softly, with a cold look in his eyes.

The other party was planning to take his strange fire and burning divination, which made him murderous.

"He and Yao Lao do have a deep grudge. It is said that he and Yao Lao once worshipped the same person as a master, but later he was expelled from the house for some reasons, so he is extremely hostile to Yao Lao. He often seizes every opportunity to oppose Yao Lao, including Han Feng's attack on Yao Lao, which was also instigated by him." Wei Yang said.

"What?!" Hearing this, Xiao Yan's face couldn't help but change.

This old man Mu Gu, he was from the same school as the teacher?

"This man didn't succeed this time, so he won't give up. He will definitely try his best to attack you again. After all, he has been eyeing the Burning Decree for a long time. You are not safe in this outer domain. You should go to my mansion."

Wei Yang said: "In my mansion, Mu Gu dare not attack openly."

Xiao Yan nodded.

The Alchemy Conference is about to be held. Now his mind is on the Alchemy Conference, and entering the top ten, obtaining the qualification to receive the Three Thousand Flames, and then getting the Three Thousand Flames. This is the main thing.

As for other things, they can be put aside for the time being.

He looked at the Venerable Tianhuo with a questioning look, "Old Yao?"

The Venerable Tianhuo smiled and said, "It doesn't matter to me. I can go anywhere."

Facing the Soul Palace, the Venerable Tianhuo did not dare to show off.

At this time.

Ye Zhong came to the outside of the courtyard, with a look of shame on his face, and said: "Mr. Xiao Yan."

This kind of thing happened, and it can be regarded as his Ye family's poor protection.

Xiao Yan smiled: "This matter has nothing to do with you. The strength of the newcomer is too strong. Even Mr. Yao did not notice it. No wonder your Ye family."

Ye Zhong is only a nine-star Dou Zong. Even if he knew, he could not stop him.

Ye Zhong smiled bitterly and nodded, and asked: "Are Mr. Xiao Yan and Mr. Yao going to leave?"

"Well, the Alchemy Conference is about to begin. In order to avoid any more accidents, Mr. Yao and I will live in my senior brother's house for a while and concentrate on preparing for the Alchemy Conference in Shengdan City. If you have anything, you can find me there."

Wei Mansion.

In the secret room.

Wei Yang sat cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed.

The seals in his hands slowly changed.

Nine Forging Heavenly Soul Method.

The first three forgings are the mortal realm.

The middle three forgings are the spiritual realm.

The last three forgings are the heavenly realm.

This is a method of tempering and cultivating the soul.

Treating and forging the soul as if it were a piece of iron embryo, so that it will eventually be tempered into steel.

In this process, the strength and toughness of the soul are constantly enhanced.

Nine forgings to become a heavenly soul!

Now, Wei Yang has cultivated to the sixth forging.

Back then, Yao Lao also cultivated to this level, but he was in the late stage of the sixth forging, while Wei Yang was in the early stage.

In the vast sea of ​​consciousness, the fog was hazy and dim.

In the depths, a rather solid soul body was sitting cross-legged, with the same appearance as Wei Yang, and also forming seals with his hands, cultivating.

As the cultivation progressed, the whole soul was trembling slightly, as if undergoing some kind of tempering.

At the same time, with the soul's breathing, there were very weak particles in the surrounding fog, with faint spiritual fluctuations, and mysterious light spots that could not be seen by the naked eye, as if falling from the depths of the endless void, and finally surrounded Wei Yang's soul, slowly flowing into the soul and being absorbed.

"Hmph!" The intense tingling sensation made Wei Yang frown.

The cultivation of the Nine Forging Heavenly Soul Method is not accomplished overnight, but requires years of persistence and accumulation, which can eventually lead to qualitative changes.

Just like a piece of stubborn iron, it needs to be forged and tempered countless times before it can finally become a hundred-tempered steel.

While tempering the soul, there will also be a tingling sensation, which is continuous and will always be carried out synchronously with the cultivation of the soul.

And the later the stage, the stronger the tingling sensation.

From the first forging to the sixth forging, this tingling sensation has increased by more than ten times.

Therefore, the time Wei Yang spends practicing each time is also gradually shortened.

In the secret room.

The space is also slightly fluctuating, with a wisp of extremely faint aura quietly permeating from the depths of the space, and then slowly drilling into the center of Wei Yang's eyebrows.

This aura is very mysterious, and it is very different from Dou Qi.

This is a kind of mysterious energy that can only be vaguely touched after the soul reaches the half-step spiritual realm.

In the room, there is silence and peace.

It was not until a long time later that Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"I have finally entered the sixth forging stage, and my soul realm has also reached the late stage of the spiritual realm. I am only one step away from the peak of the spiritual realm." Wei Yang whispered softly.

"After the sixth forging stage, this tingling sensation on the soul began to become more and more intense. Every time I practiced, it was a torment and torture!"

"Every time I practiced this Nine Forging Heavenly Soul Method, it was like getting up in the winter in my previous life. I needed to muster up courage and have a fierce ideological struggle."

Wei Yang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

There is no free lunch in the world.

If you want to be stronger than others, you must make silent efforts and persevere.

As souls in the same spiritual realm, those who have cultivated the Nine Forging Heavenly Souls are naturally slightly more resilient.

Although the difference is not as big as that between iron and steel, it can be described and compared in this way.

Time is like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

In this half month, as the Alchemy Conference is approaching day by day, the flow of people in Shengdan City is in a rapid expansion stage.

In this vast area, countless people can be seen everywhere.

With the expansion of the flow of people, troubles are inevitable.

Fortunately, Danta is not an ordinary force, so it maintains order quite well, so the worst riot did not happen.

As the time for the start of the Alchemy Conference approaches day by day, the whole Shengdan City is in a boiling state.

After all, the Alchemy Conference is not only a major event in the Alchemy Domain, but also in the entire Zhongzhou.

The dream of countless alchemists is to shine at the Alchemy Conference and become a shining star that everyone is paying attention to on this continent.

Of course, under the boiling, there are also some undercurrents.

This Alchemy Conference is different from the past. Because of the Three Thousand Flames, many forces have sent their alchemists. It is obvious that they have ideas about the Three Thousand Flames.

And this Alchemy Conference will also become an arena for countless excellent alchemists to compete.

All efforts are for this Alchemy Conference.

Countless alchemists will compete for the best at this Alchemy Conference.

And in the boiling of the whole city, time finally came to the day when the Alchemy Conference began.

In the secret room.

Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, the space suddenly appeared a strange invisible ripple.

As the ripples slowly spread, they slowly converged.

Wei Yang took a deep breath and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Is the time up?"

At the same moment.

On the other side of the mansion, Xiao Yan, who looked like an old monk in meditation, slowly opened his dark eyes.

"The Alchemy Conference has finally begun!"