Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

The mountain behind the Xiao family.

Xiao Yan sat on the top of the mountain with some ecstasy, looking calmly at the steep mountains shrouded in mist on the opposite side.

There is the famous Magical Beast Mountain Range of the Jiama Empire.

"Haha, strength! In this world, without strength, it is worse than a piece of shit! At least, no one dares to step on the shit!"

Xiao Yan's shoulders shook slightly, and he made a low self-deprecating sound, wandering slowly on the top of the mountain with grief, anger and humiliation.

He inserted his fingers into his black hair, biting his lips tightly with his teeth, letting the faint smell of blood spread in his mouth.

Although he didn't show any inappropriate emotions in the hall, Nalan Yanran's words were like a knife cutting into his heart, making him humiliated and trembling all over.

"I don't want to suffer today's humiliation again!" Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse but firm, a little bitter and helpless.

"Hey, little doll, it seems you need help!"

At this time, an old strange laughter suddenly reached Xiao Yan's ears.

His face changed, and Xiao Yan stood up suddenly. His sharp eyes like an eagle scanned the surroundings, but he didn't find even a single figure.

"Hey, stop looking for it, I'm on your finger."

Just when Xiao Yan thought he had an illusion, the strange laughter sounded again without warning.

His pupils shrank, and Xiao Yan's eyes stopped in vain on the simple black ring he was wearing on the finger of his right hand.

It was a relic left by his mother.

"Are you talking?" Xiao Yan suppressed the panic in his heart and tried to calm his voice.

"Little doll, your concentration is pretty good..." A joking laughter rang out from the ring.

After a brief silence, Xiao Yan asked three questions clearly: "Who are you? Why are you in my ring? What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry about who I am. I won't harm you anyway. Alas, after all these years, I finally met someone with a strong soul. I'm so lucky. Hehe... huh? Someone is here, little doll, I I’ll explain it to you later.”

The old voice suddenly fell silent.

…

"Is someone coming?" Xiao Yan frowned and turned to look up the mountain.

Soon, with the sound of swaying branches and the rustle of footsteps on dead branches and leaves, two figures appeared in Xiao Yan's eyes.

"Father, and Mr. Wei!" Xiao Yan secretly said.

Soon, Xiao Zhan brought Wei Yang to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Zhan stepped forward and patted Xiao Yan's shoulder, sighed, and said in a concerned tone: "I knew you must be here."

"Father..." Xiao Yan lowered his head and said in shame, "Yan'er has embarrassed you today."

Xiao Zhan shook his head and sighed with some guilt: "I don't blame you, it's my father who is useless... But I hope you can understand that I am the patriarch of the Xiao family after all, and I can't do things regardless of the consequences..."

Xiao Yan shook his head and interrupted: "Father, you don't need to say more, I understand everything."

Both father and son were speechless for a moment.

But soon, Xiao Zhan came to his senses, turned around and smiled apologetically at Wei Yang, who was watching quietly: "Sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Wei Yang waved his hand and smiled at Xiao Zhan: "Clan Chief Xiao might as well leave first and let Brother Xiao Yan and I stay alone for a while."

"Right here?" Xiao Zhan was surprised.

"It's right here." Wei Yang nodded affirmatively, "As long as no one comes to disturb us."

"Okay!" Xiao Zhan hesitated slightly at first, but then nodded and agreed. He patted Xiao Yan's head and said with a smile, "Yan'er, Mr. Wei promised to treat your body last time, do you still remember?"

A trace of hesitation flashed across Xiao Yan's eyes for a moment, but he quickly nodded, "Of course I remember, I have been looking forward to this day."

"No, my father has invited Mr. Wei here for you." Xiao Zhan smiled and then raised his hand to Wei Yang, "Mr. Wei, then I'll leave this place to you."

Wei Yang nodded.

Then Xiao Zhan gave Xiao Yan an encouraging look and turned to leave.

…

When they reached the top of the mountain, only Xiao Yan and Wei Yang were left.

Xiao Yan looked at Wei Yang with a complicated look. There was a hint of shame, nervous expectation, and a hint of worry.

Seeing this, Wei Yang smiled and said, "Brother Xiao Yan, we meet again."

"Mr. Wei." Xiao Yan calmed down and held his hand with a hint of respect.

Wei Yang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Xiao Yan, there is no need to be so reserved. Although I am three years older than you, I am still of the same generation, so relax."

Xiao Yan relaxed a little after hearing this, smiled, and then asked: "Mr. Wei, don't you know?"

Wei Yang's eyes fell on the ring on the finger of Xiao Yan's right hand.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan's pupils shrank, as if he had been caught as a thief, and he became a little panicked. He first retracted his hand and wanted to hide it in his sleeve robe, but after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and simply exposed the ring, completely exposing it to Wei Yang's gaze.

He was in a very contradictory mood at this time. Subconsciously, he wanted to hide the existence of the ring, but he was also afraid of the old voice.

But now that Wei Yang had discovered it, he simply stopped worrying about it.

Wei Yang smiled slightly when he saw this. He slightly arched his hand towards the ring and said, "Senior, please show up and see me."

…

At the top of the mountain, the atmosphere was deathly silent.

Beads of cold sweat broke out on Xiao Yan's forehead. He gritted his teeth and did not dare to make any sound. The only sound was the rising and falling of his chest and his slightly rapid breathing.

Sure enough, is there really an old monster living in his ring? !

As soon as he thought about wearing this ring every day, and even wearing it when sleeping for so many years, he felt shuddering.

At this moment, he wanted to take off the ring and throw it away far away.

But he resisted the urge.

After a while.

Seeing that the ring didn't respond, Wei Yang put down his hand and chuckled: "Senior, I know you can hear me. You don't have to be so cautious. I don't mean any harm. In fact, I already discovered it three months ago. If Senior's existence wants to harm you, Senior, he would not choose to come alone to meet you at this time."

After saying that, Wei Yang continued to look at the black simple ring and waited quietly.

At the same time, his eyes narrowed slightly.

In Yaolao's current state, as long as he is careful, he shouldn't be much of a threat to him.

Even if he can't defeat him, he can fly away at any time.

But you must be careful of his Bone Spirit Cold Fire!

You can't touch that thing.

Thinking of this, Wei Yang's muscles tightened slightly, and he was ready to slip away at any time.

But thinking about it, Yao Lao would not take action rashly.

After all, his current condition is not good, and Xiao Yan is still here.

If the matter is urgent, Wei Yang doesn't mind taking down Xiao Yan and using it to threaten Yao Lao.

Presumably, Yao Lao, who had been searching for so long and finally found his favorite successor, would not give up easily.

…

As for Xiao Yan, his entire back was soaked with cold sweat at this time.

His entire right hand was trembling slightly at this time.

This invisible pressure is too great.

finally.

An old voice was abrupt and slowly echoed in the surrounding space, "Little baby, what do you want from me?"

As the words fell.

Uh-huh!

A transparent and old figure slowly floated out of the ring.

"You..." Xiao Yan suddenly looked like a cat with explosive fur, his pupils instantly shrunk to the shape of needlepoints. He couldn't help it any longer, and he suddenly pulled off the ring in his hand and threw it out.

He almost shouted: There is a ghost!

Then, Xiao Yan rushed to Wei Yang's side with a swish, looking at the old illusory figure with a trembling face.

Phew~

As soon as the ring was thrown out and flew two or three meters away, it was pulled back by an invisible force and landed in the illusory and transparent palm of the old man.