Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

At the top of the mountain, a transparent old figure was suspended there.

The two young men's eyes were fixed on the old figure.

One had a calm expression, while the other had a frightened expression.

In Xiao Yan's opinion at this time, there was no doubt that this old man was a ghost.

After all, his knowledge at this time is still limited, and he can barely maintain his current appearance, which is already considered very good.

What's more, Wei Yang was still here, so Xiao Yan managed to calm down and asked with a trembling voice: "Mr. Wei, what is this?"

Wei Yang suppressed his laughter and explained: "This senior is now in a soul body state, not a thing."

"Soul body? Isn't that a ghost?" Xiao Yan muttered softly.

"Well, if you want to say that, it seems right." Wei Yang thought for a while and nodded.

"Little baby, it's not good to throw things away." Yao Lao held the ring. Hearing the conversation between the two, his face twitched and he glanced at Xiao Yan with some dissatisfaction.

Xiao Yan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Then, Yao Lao's eyes fell on Wei Yang. He stroked his white beard and praised: "Young man, you have such a strong soul power and good talent."

With Yao Lao's sharp eyesight, he could naturally see through Wei Yang's true identity at a glance.

Therefore, even with his knowledge, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised at this time.

Unexpectedly, in a remote place like the Jia Ma Empire, it is really rare to see such a talented young man.

He looks like he's only about seventeen or eighteen years old at most, right?

Its soul power is almost approaching the late stage of mortal realm! (The soul is divided into four realms: mortal realm, spiritual realm, heavenly realm, and imperial realm. Each realm is further divided into: early stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak.)

It is rare for a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old to have his soul power at the peak of the mid-mortal realm.

As for Wei Yang's peak nine-star fighting spirit cultivation level, Yao Lao was not too surprised.

What Yao Lao values ​​most is the other party's soul talent.

As a famous medicine master in Zhongzhou, he would naturally be a little happy when he saw a good alchemist Miaozi.

But it's just a matter of joy.

After being betrayed by his disciple Han Feng, whom he regarded as his own son, Yao Lao is now wary of this aspect.

Before meeting Xiao Yan, Yao Lao might have been a little tempted, but now.

He glanced at Xiao Yan who was hiding next to Wei Yang, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Yan, but he secretly observed and tested him for a long time before finally deciding to accept him as his disciple.

Moreover, Xiao Yan's soul talent is also quite good.

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Wei Yang raised his hand and said, "Thank you for the compliment, senior. Junior Wei Yang, I have met senior!"

Yao Lao stroked his beard with his hand and asked calmly: "Wei Xiaowa, what do you want from me?"

Wei Yang smiled and said, "You haven't asked your senior for his name yet?"

Yao Lao paused for a moment, then returned to normal. He stroked his long white beard and said, "My last name is Yao."

Wei Yang nodded, "Senior Yao."

Yao Lao narrowed his eyes slightly, "You didn't seem surprised when you heard my last name?"

Wei Yang pretended to be surprised and asked: "Is there anything special about the surname Yao?"

Yao Lao was stunned for a moment, then asked: "You, are you from the Jiama Empire?"

Wei Yang smiled, "I am a native of Wutan City and have never left the Gama Empire."

"Oh." When Yao Lao heard this, his expression suddenly softened, and his vigilance relaxed a lot.

Immediately, I was shocked: I never expected that such a genius would be born in the remote Utan City in this small Jiama Empire!

He then looked at Xiao Yan, who also had outstanding soul talent. Yao Lao felt a little speechless.

In a remote city of Wutan, two geniuses with extraordinary soul talents were born at the same time, and they were of the same age!

Could it be that God favored my Yaochen and specially sent it to my door for me to choose?

Wei Yang smiled secretly in his heart: This old guy is very cautious, deliberately testing my origins.

However, Wei Yang was not afraid of this at all, because he was originally from Wutan City and was purely local.

Immediately, Yao Lao calmed down and his expression returned to calmness, "Wei Xiaowa, you haven't said anything yet, why do you want to see me?"

Wei Yang laughed dumbly, "Senior Yao is asking, don't you know what you have done?"

After saying this, Wei Yang glanced at Xiao Yan beside him.

"Uh." Yao Lao also reacted at this time, his expression stiffened and he was a little embarrassed.

Well, I'm here to catch a thief.

At this time, Xiao Yan seemed to vaguely understand something, and he looked at Wei Yang beside him.

Wei Yang nodded, "The reason why your realm has regressed and your fighting spirit has disappeared inexplicably in the past three years is related to this senior Yao. Well... it's because he absorbed your fighting spirit."

When Xiao Yan heard this, his expression suddenly turned gloomy. He stared at the transparent old figure floating in the air in front of him. Senhan's words came out with difficulty from between his teeth: "The fighting spirit that has mysteriously disappeared from my body has Qi, is it really your fault?"

"Hehe, I am also forced to have no choice but, little baby, don't be surprised."

Although Yao Lao's expression was a little unnatural, he did not deny it, "However, I still have to thank you, little doll, for your sacrifice over the past three years. Otherwise, I may have to continue to sleep."

"I'll fuck your mother!"

After three years of hard work, Xiao Yan had become much calmer and calmer. At this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore and became furious. His face was full of ferocity, and he pointed at Yao Lao while trembling all over, and said incoherently: "You, you... "

Wei Yang patted Xiao Yan's shoulder, coughed lightly, and whispered: "Brother Xiao Yan, calm down, we are not his opponent."

Xiao Yan choked and calmed down a lot, standing there breathing heavily.

Knowing that the culprit of his humiliation for the past three years... was right in front of him, it was no wonder that he lost control just now. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, he would have pounced on him and killed this old guy.

"Hey, little baby, there's no need to be so angry, right? I've just absorbed your fighting spirit for three years." Yao Lao was not afraid at all, but the old god was there, staring at the furious Xiao Yan with a smile on his face, and said road.

Wei Yang slapped his forehead, "Old man, you kill people, you also want to kill your heart!"

Those who knew, understood that you were recruiting disciples, those who did not know, thought that you were torturing your enemies.

Sure enough, the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth twitched and almost became violent again.

He took several deep breaths before suppressing his anger, and gritted his teeth and said: "Old guy, since you are hiding in the ring, you should also know how much shame you have brought to me because you absorbed my fighting spirit. , scolding, right?"

"But in these three years of ridicule, you have grown a lot, haven't you? Do you think if it were three years ago, you would have the patience and maturity you have now?" He smiled noncommittally. , Yao Lao said lightly.

At the same time, he was quite satisfied with Xiao Yan's performance at this time.

He did it on purpose just now, just to test Xiao Yan's character for the last time.

Now I am satisfied and ready to truly accept him as a disciple.

Wei Yang also spoke to help at this time, "Brother Xiao Yan, I think this is also a test for you by Senior Yao. To be honest, your personality three years ago was indeed a bit too flamboyant. Look at me , I’m not worse than you in terms of talent, right? But do you see how low-key I am usually?"

With a frown, Xiao Yan's mood gradually calmed down.

Thinking about myself three years ago, my personality was indeed too flamboyant... After these three years of hard work, now I look back and think about myself back then, and my performance was indeed a bit unbearable.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan also took a deep breath and calmed down completely.

After calming down, joy will follow.

No matter what, now that I know the reason why the fighting spirit disappeared, now my talent must have returned.

No, my talent has always been there and has never been lost!

Thinking that he could finally get rid of the title of trash, Xiao Yan's body felt as comfortable as if he had been reborn.

Looking at the old man in front of him, he didn't seem too annoying at all.

Some things are only known to be valuable when they are lost.

Only when something is lost and found can people cherish it more.

test?

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, an idea came to his mind, and he seemed to understand something.