Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

On the cliff, there is a temporary cave.

Qing Lin sat on the edge of the cliff, bent his legs, held his chin in his hands, and looked into the depths of the swamp.

In the cave behind her, a powerful aura was vaguely present, sometimes revealed, sometimes restrained, looking rather unstable.

"Sister Xian'er sent word not long ago that she has successfully achieved a breakthrough and is currently stabilizing her state."

Qinglin murmured: "The young master has just been in the swamp for more than a day. According to the past situation, it is estimated that it will take two or three days to come back."

Although she knew that Wei Yang would not come back early, she still habitually sat here and waited every day.

"I feel like my cultivation speed is so slow. I don't know how long it will take me to catch up with the young master and sister Xian'er."

Qing Lin frowned with some dissatisfaction and said softly: "I feel so useless, just a dragster. I don't like this feeling very much."

In fact, her cultivation speed is already fast enough.

The total training time is full, but it is only barely two years, and he is already at the peak of the fighting master.

Compared to Xiao Yan who was in a state of panic, his speed was slightly faster.

About two and a half years have passed since Xiao Yan broke off his engagement, recovered his talent, and started with the third level of fighting spirit.

More than three months ago, Xiao Yan was a two-star fighting master. Even if he succeeded in swallowing Qinglian's inner fire, he would probably only be at the peak of the fighting master level at most. It was unlikely that he would directly cross a big realm and reach the great fighting master level.

Moreover, Xiao Yan's previous realm was a one-star fighter. Starting from the third stage of fighting spirit and reaching the realm of fighter, it is not considered cultivation, it can only be regarded as a return to the previous realm.

Qing Lin has been practicing for half a year less than Xiao Yan. He started as an ordinary person and is now at the peak of his fighting master.

Calculating this, it is already very fast.

Think about Wei Yang, it took several years from the beginning of his fighting spirit to the peak of fighting master.

But Qing Lin was obviously still a little dissatisfied.

She patted her sleeves and said in a consultative tone: "Big Eyes, Xiaohong, I want to speed up my practice. Can you transmit more energy to me for absorption in the future?"

Hiss~

Two gentle hissing sounds came from the sleeves, with a sense of rejection and very firmness.

Because Wei Yang once sternly warned them that the energy transmitted to Qinglin every day must be limited to a certain level, definitely not a lot!

Therefore, they dare not break this rule at will and challenge Wei Yang's authority rashly.

And they also know very well that cultivation is a gradual process and cannot be rushed.

For the safety of their master and the lives of their two snakes, they did not dare to mess around.

If something happened to Qing Lin, Wei Yang would definitely skin and cramp the two snakes.

Hiss~

After refusing, the two snakes began to persuade me tirelessly, explaining that you should not rush for success in cultivation.

Wei Yang told them these truths, and now they, in turn, told Qing Lin.

"Oh, you always say that, I know, I know." Qing Lin covered her ears helplessly and pouted her mouth in dissatisfaction.

"I just want to become stronger quickly so that I can help the young master as soon as possible." She whispered, "What if someone bullies the young master in the future? What if I become strong and someone dares to bully the young master..."

Speaking of this, her face was full of longing.

She couldn't help but imagine that one day, Wei Yang was in danger and was surrounded by enemies, and it would be very difficult to resist.

Sister Xian'er was also injured and unable to fight anymore.

Then at the critical moment, he suddenly broke out. With a wave of his hand, he defeated all the enemies one by one with one palm, and under the eyes of everyone, he forcefully saved the young master.

Then he shouted softly: "I will kill anyone who dares to bully my young master!"

And the injured and weak young master was being held tightly in his arms, looking at him affectionately...

As she thought about it, her face turned red, and a hint of charm appeared between her eyebrows.

Her face felt very hot, and she even covered her face with her hands shyly.

"Oh, this is so embarrassing, Qinglin, what are you thinking about..."

"Also, bah bah bah~ The young master is so powerful, the most powerful in the world. How could he be in danger? Only the young master bullies others..."

She kept muttering softly, looking through her fingers, turning her head and looking around, looking around secretly with a guilty conscience, as if she was afraid that what she just said would be heard.

"Big Eyes, Little Red, you guys didn't hear anything just now, do you understand?" Qing Lin warned in a low voice: "If, if you dare to say anything nonsense, I, I will stew you all!"

"..." Both snakes were silent.

This disease is not serious!

…

At this time.

Phew~

In the distant sky, a familiar black stream of light appeared, penetrating through the layers of poisonous fog, and shooting towards the cliff.

"It's the young master!" Qing Lin was immediately frightened and jumped up, exclaiming.

She was a little flustered, with a look of panic on her face, as if she had been caught stealing something.

"Don't panic, don't panic..."

After taking several deep breaths, Qing Lin managed to stabilize his mind. Then his eyes were filled with joy, and he looked towards the sky, waiting.

"Hey, there seems to be someone following the young master?" Qing Lin was a little surprised.

It was a tall and burly figure even though it was shrouded in a wide black robe.

He walked in the air, his steps seemed slow, but in fact, every step he took seemed to ignore the distance of space and the obstruction of the air, following closely beside the black stream of light, slightly behind him.

"Walking in the air, he is a strong man from the Dou Sect!" Qing Lin said in surprise.

Soon, the black stream of light came to the eyes in a few flashes.

Uh-huh!

Wei Yang folded his wings and landed down.

"Master!" Qing Lin's face was full of joyful smile, and he took two steps to greet him.

"Haha, I'm back." Wei Yang laughed loudly. He was in a good mood at the moment. He put his arm around Qing Lin's shoulders and asked with a smile: "I have just been away for a day, and you are waiting for me here?"

"Yeah." Qing Lin blushed and nodded.

"Silly girl." Wei Yang couldn't help but tighten his arm around her shoulders.

In my heart, I was also a little moved.

"Master, you seem to be in a good mood today, and you came back so early this time. Did you gain something?" Qing Lin asked happily.

"That's right." Wei Yang nodded with a smile. He looked at the horn that stood upright like a piece of wood and said, "I'm telling you..."

Wei Yang probably explained the experiences and gains of this trip to Qing Lin.

"Wow..." Qinglin exclaimed from time to time.

Finally, she said happily: "Congratulations, young master! This time when the young master went out, he not only found the Netherworld Poison Fire, but also gained a Douzong subordinate!"

"Hahahaha~" Wei Yang also burst out laughing.

The harvest of this trip is indeed worth celebrating.

Obtaining a Douzong subordinate is a trivial matter, it is purely an unexpected gain.

Finding the poisonous fire of the underworld is the real joy!

How can a mere mid-level Douzong subordinate compare with the value of a strange fire?

With a thought in his mind, Dujiao stepped forward and stood in front of Wei Yang.

With a wave of his hand, Wei Yang lifted up the cloak on his horned head, revealing the face of a middle-aged man covered in fine purple-black scales, who looked quite rough and vicious.

On his forehead, there is a single horn about thirty centimeters long, piercing the sky proudly.

"Is this the seventh-order one-horned purple-scaled python?" Qinglin looked at it curiously. From the other person, she could feel a strange and familiar aura.

This kind of aura was felt by Bi Snake Sanhua, and it was also an aura that could only be possessed by snake monsters.

"It's so magical. It has transformed from a snake into a human form." She was very surprised.

"His name is Dujiao. Well, it's not right to say he's my subordinate. I should say he's Qinglin's subordinate." Wei Yang smiled.

When Qing Lin heard this, he bit his lips lightly and said with some dissatisfaction: "Everything Qing Lin owns belongs to the young master."

"Uh." Wei Yang choked, feeling a little funny and relieved, and raised his hand to rub her hair lovingly.

Qing Lin immediately narrowed his eyes in comfort.