Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

After a while.

The two of them sighed together, and their tone was also a bit complicated and difficult to understand.

Wei Yang shook his head slightly, turned slightly and looked at Yao Lao, "It's so late, I'm disturbing senior."

Yao Lao's complexion looked very good at this time. He had long lost the feeling of weakness half a year ago, and his transparent soul looked much more solid.

Wei Yang was surprised that he could vaguely see a hint of red light on the face of a soul body?

Wei Yang was speechless and shook his head slightly, "I haven't seen you for half a year. It seems that the senior has recovered well during this period."

"Thanks to your soul nourishing liquid." The old medicine man raised his hand habitually, stroking his white beard, and said with some pride: "I refined the two bottles of soul nourishing liquid again, although it only improved its efficacy. It’s less than 20%, but it can’t be wasted.”

"The seniors only need to make a few moves, and they are naturally much better than the juniors. It seems that the juniors still need to continue to work hard." Wei Yang smiled.

"You are still young after all. It is normal for you not to be proficient enough."

Yao Lao waved his hand and said with a smile: "And you haven't received any good systematic teaching. You have to explore on your own. It's already very good to be able to achieve this step."

He looked at the young man in front of him with admiration in his eyes.

Being able to create a fourth-grade elixir recipe by yourself, although there are still some flaws and the efficacy of the medicine cannot be fully exerted, but it is already commendable!

That's a fourth-grade elixir recipe, not Chinese cabbage!

With such gifted understanding, Yao Lao couldn't help but secretly sigh a pity every time he thought about it.

It's a pity that I didn't meet this guy a few years earlier.

Um?

Suddenly, Yao Lao stopped stroking his long beard with his hand, looked at Wei Yang in surprise, and said, "You, have you broken through the Dou Wang?"

"Yes." Wei Yang smiled and nodded, "I just made a lucky breakthrough a few days ago."

"It's only been a few days, and your aura is calm and restrained. It seems that your breakthrough is not just a fluke." Yao Lao sighed.

Immediately, he stared again, and after sensing carefully, he looked at Wei Yang inexplicably and said: "There is also something wrong with your soul power... You, don't tell me, your soul power has also broken through."

Wei Yang pretended to think for a while, then hesitantly said: "Soul power... I don't know if this is the breakthrough that the seniors mentioned, but when I broke through the Dou Wang, I felt that my soul power seemed to have broken through a bottleneck, and it was probably stronger. More than twice as much."

Yao Lao's face twitched, and he was speechless for a moment.

Sure enough, this boy's soul power also broke through.

Late stage of mortal realm!

This is outrageous!

A Dou Wang who is less than nineteen years old is not an exaggeration in Zhongzhou.

But for a soul in the late mortal realm that is less than nineteen years old, this is a bit outrageous!

You must know that the growth and breakthrough of soul power is extremely difficult, much more difficult than the breakthrough of fighting spirit.

There is no special opportunity, it basically depends on time.

There are so many alchemists, but how many can truly reach the sixth level and above?

It can be called a hundred, not even one in a thousand!

Why?

The most important thing is because of the limitation of soul power.

But Wei Yang, it was as simple as eating and drinking.

When Dou Qi broke through Dou Wang, his soul power also broke through along with it.

Who can I talk to to reason with this?

This boy will be at least a seventh-grade peak alchemist in the future. If he is an eighth-grade master, it depends on chance. It is not impossible.

Thinking of this, Yao Lao also became more solemn and paid more attention to Wei Yang again.

A seventh-grade peak alchemist is no big deal.

In Zhongzhou, no matter where you go, you are the guests of all the major forces, and no one will be offended easily.

Even in Danta, he has quite a status.

…

"Young man Wei, tell me, why are you bringing me out so late?" Yao Lao asked.

Unintentionally, the tone has changed slightly.

Well, from Wei Xiaowawa, he was upgraded to Wei Xiaozi.

Wei Yang smiled, looked at Yao Lao, and slowly uttered two words: "Deal!"

Yao Lao raised his eyebrows, looking at Wei Yang's expression, he seemed to understand something vaguely. He said tentatively: "I am not interested in ordinary things."

"What if it's the 19th one on the strange fire list, Qinglian Earth Core Fire?" Wei Yang looked at Yao Lao and asked softly.

Phew~

Yao Lao closed his eyes slightly and exhaled softly. His eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, and his tone was incomprehensible: "Young boy Wei, are you serious? Don't you want to make me happy?"

"Junior is not that boring." Wei Yang smiled.

"Haha, indeed. You don't seem to be such a boring person." Yao Lao nodded and asked again: "You should know the meaning of strange fire? I really can't understand it, why do you do it?"

"It's very simple. Ten birds in the forest are not as good as one in the hand." Wei Yang said: "Although the strange fire is good, I can't refine it in a short time... At least, I am not sure that I can refine it before Douzong. It’s safer to refine it.”

"Senior also knows that refining alien fire is very dangerous! If you are not careful, you will be burned to ashes by the alien fire. Juniors are afraid of death, and will not rashly choose to refine alien fire without at least 70% certainty. Fire."

Yao Lao nodded, "Be careful, that's right."

Only by being cautious can such people live longer.

A dead genius is nothing.

Yao Lao expressed his understanding of this.

Devouring alien fire can be said to be a narrow escape, but not everyone has the courage to try it.

Thinking about how he almost died when he devoured Bone Spirit Lenghuo, thinking about it now still makes him feel frightened.

"So." Wei Yang smiled, "Instead of doing this, I might as well take it out and exchange it for something I need more."

"For example?" Yao Lao straightened his body slightly and was ready to be slaughtered.

Strange fire, he urgently needs it!

Whether it is cultivating Xiao Yan or resurrecting himself in the future, strange fire is needed, and more than one.

In fact, resurrection is the real purpose of Yao Lao today, not to train disciples.

In the beginning, Yao Lao actually didn't have much affection for Xiao Yan.

His original purpose of training Xiao Yan was so that he could be resurrected in the future.

And refining the body requires strange fire, and more than one kind!

Yao Lao is a ninth-level Dou Zun, only one step away from becoming a semi-saint. He is also the number one alchemist in the mainland, and he has an invitation to the Space Fair.

At the space fair, heaven-level skills, fighting skills, and eighth-grade elixirs can be exchanged.

With Yaolao's wealth and connections, how could he not have any heaven-level skills or fighting skills?

In Zhongzhou, no one would believe it.

But what did he tell Xiao Yan when Xiao Yan became a fighter?

When he asked Xiao Yan to choose the technique, he did tell Xiao Yanming about the strangeness of Fen Jue and the dangers of practicing it. He also said that the chance of successfully reaching the peak of Fen Jue training was less than 20%.

But what did Yao Lao do?

But he just took out a low-level fire-based earth-level skill, and let Xiao Yan make the choice with Fen Jue...

Why?

Isn't it just to tempt Xiao Yan to practice Fen Jue?

Finally, he said that no matter what Xiao Yan chooses, he will still be his disciple. Haha, that sounds nice.

Only if Xiao Yan has practiced Fen Jue, will he be able to control three kinds of strange fires in the near future when his strength is low, to refine the body needed for Yao Lao's resurrection.

This is Yao Lao's real plan and the original purpose of training Xiao Yan.

Doesn't he know the dangers and difficulties of practicing Fen Jue?

Of course it’s clear!

Just kidding, that's a strange fire!

Is it fun?

Every time he swallows the strange fire, it is a narrow escape!

repeatedly?

How many lives do you dare to play like this?

It's almost a dead end.

It was precisely because of this that Yao Lao did not give Fen Jue to Han Feng, whom he regarded as his own son, to practice.

Unexpectedly, this actually caused Han Feng to be stabbed in the back. This must be said to be a great irony.

Han Feng is a fool!

For the sake of a skill, he actually killed his master, and he was still the number one alchemist in mainland China.

…

Therefore, it is definitely unrealistic to say that Yao Lao had feelings for Xiao Yan from the beginning.

After all, your identity, strength and status are all there, don't you have any pride in your heart? Why do you think so highly of Xiao Yan, who comes from a small family, from the beginning?

More than anything, it’s just use.

In the beginning, even if Xiao Yan failed and died, Yao Lao could only sigh with emotion and then continue to look for the next suitable target to train.

In the original work, Yao Lao later gradually came to regard Xiao Yan as his disciple and completely replaced Han Feng's position after getting along day and night.

In order to protect Xiao Yan, he was even willing to fall into deep sleep many times and even be captured by the Soul Palace.

(PS: This is not a second guess. If you don’t believe it, you can go back and read the original work carefully to see how Yao Lao talked to Xiao Yan and lured Xiao Yan to become his disciple when he first appeared. There is also Yao Lao His expression and words when he tempted Xiao Yan to choose Fenjue.)

(So, Yao Lao, an old man, had impure motives at the beginning, but it is understandable. Who is not selfish? What's more, from Yao Lao's perspective, Xiao Yan, who was born in a small family in Wutan City, is actually the same as an ant. There is no difference, just a test subject. After all, do you care about the life or death of an ant (white mouse)?)