Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

Wei Yang was lying on the stone outside the cave, basking in the sun comfortably.

Suddenly, he remembered something, "That's right."

Wei Yang turned his hand, and a simple black iron scroll appeared in his palm.

This was obtained from a female mercenary when I arrived in the Tagore Desert at the beginning of that year.

At that time, Wei Yang felt that this seemingly ordinary black iron scroll was very mysterious and could actually swallow the soul power, so he paid some price to exchange it.

For this reason, Wei Yang also took out some low-level Xuan-level martial arts fighting skills obtained from Mu She in exchange.

Because of this, some people complained about being prodigal, which is very objectionable!

At that time, Wei Yang had just broken through Dou Ling and his soul power was barely comparable to that of an ordinary Dou Huang. Therefore, he spent most of his soul power and was unable to detect the secrets in this black iron scroll, which led to him throwing it away for so long. Eating ashes in Najie.

Now, he is a fighting king, and his soul power has broken through to the late mortal realm.

Try it!

Wei Yang held the black iron scroll in his hand and his expression became serious.

The turbulent and vast soul power surged out from the center of his eyebrows, and his clothes and long hair moved automatically without wind.

The soul power flowed down the arm and poured directly into the black iron scroll in the palm of his hand.

A familiar feeling suddenly came over.

That kind of soul power feels like a mud cow sinking into the sea.

It was as if he had entered a bottomless abyss, and everything disappeared without a trace.

And as time goes by.

Wei Yang's face also turned a little pale.

In the end, he reluctantly stopped this move.

He looked down at the black iron scroll in his hand, his dark eyes full of shock.

Are the souls in the late mortal realm not enough?

With such vast soul power pouring into it, it is impossible to reach the bottom.

I don’t even know where the bottom line is!

"Don't tell me, it requires a spirit soul?" Wei Yang murmured.

Immediately, he took a long breath, shook his head helplessly, and put away the black iron scroll.

Wait until you reach the peak of the mortal realm and try again. If it doesn't work, then try again in the spiritual realm.

I just don’t believe it and can’t open it?

…

Three days later.

As Xian'er retreated into the secret room, a powerful aura wave came out.

Wei Yang, who was reading books outside the cave, suddenly looked up.

"Xian'er, this is the beginning of the breakthrough to King Dou!"

A smile appeared on Wei Yang's lips, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The little girl more than three years ago is now becoming a fighting king.

The evil body is really outrageous.

This is because Wei Yang has been suppressing her and not allowing her to break through quickly. Otherwise, it would be almost Douzong by now, right?

after one day.

This fluctuation gradually subsided.

Three days later, there was absolutely no movement in the secret room, and Xian'er still hadn't come out yet.

"Did there be an accident?" Wei Yang frowned, stood up, walked to the stone door of the secret room, and listened.

It was quiet inside, without any movement.

"Xian'er?" Wei Yang raised his hand and knocked on the stone door.

"Ah~" there was an exclamation from inside, and then it quickly became quiet again.

After a while, a muffled voice came out, which sounded a little nervous and whimpering: "Brother Yang, I, I'm fine, you, don't come in yet."

Wei Yang's brows suddenly furrowed even deeper, don't you want to go in?

nonsense!

Only fools really don't go in at this time.

Wei Yang pushed open the stone door and hurriedly walked into the secret room.

"Xian'er." Wei Yang knew her location with a quick glance and looked over.

He saw a petite figure curled up in the large futon, his whole body wrapped in a thin quilt.

Xian'er's slightly trembling voice came out in panic from under the thin quilt: "Brother Yang, don't come over yet."

Wei Yang stepped forward directly, squatted down, and patted the delicate body under the quilt with his palm. He felt Xian'er's body shaking under the thin quilt, so he asked softly: "Xian'er, what's wrong?"

He carefully sensed it, and found that Xian'er's aura at this time was undoubtedly that of a fighting king, and his aura was calm and restrained, without any signs of instability. It seemed that there was no problem with the breakthrough.

Therefore, Wei Yang was relieved a lot. As long as there was no problem with the breakthrough, he would be fine.

He patted the delicate body hiding under the quilt with his palm, and said softly: "Xian'er, what happened, please tell me?"

"Brother Yang, oh, I, I have become ugly." Xian'er's voice came out muffled, with a hint of crying.

"What???" Wei Yang was confused, his head full of question marks.

In the original work, there is no situation where the poisonous body of Ernan becomes ugly.

He reached out and lifted the thin quilt directly.

Suddenly, the pale snow-like hair was reflected in Wei Yang's eyes, pouring down like a waterfall.

Xian'er raised her head, with a pear-shaped face, looking at Wei Yang pitifully.

The snow-like white hair adds a bit of strange beauty to the pitiful Xian'er at this moment.

Wei Yang couldn't help but stared blankly, then came back to his senses and chuckled: "Xian'er, you haven't become ugly, but have become more beautiful."

"Really?" Seeing this, Xian'er's face improved a lot and asked with some uncertainty.

"Of course it's true. Why did I lie to you?"

Wei Yang smiled, sat next to her, held her whole body in his arms, gently stroked the hair on her head with his palms, looked down at her eyes carefully, and said: "This is obviously very beautiful, how can it be ugly? Already?"

Her fair skin and snow-white hair complement each other perfectly.

Not only did you not lose points, but you gained points.

Seeing that Wei Yang really didn't seem to be lying to her, Xian'er felt much better.

What she fears most is that Wei Yang will dislike her.

Xian'er's face was slightly red, she grabbed a strand of hair with her jade hand, and whispered softly: "I broke through Queen Dou, and found that all my hair turned white for some reason, and I can't change it back."

"Silly girl, how can you change your hair color back if you want? It has something to do with your physique."

Wei Yang explained, reached out and held her palm, carefully sensed her condition, and asked: "How does your body feel? Do you feel like your fighting spirit is out of control?"

After inspection, fortunately, there was no leakage of poisonous gas in her body, which proved that she was well controlled.

"I don't have any fighting spirit. I feel like I can control them very well." Xian'er shook her head, frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "It's just that my hair has become ugly. It's so ugly."

Wei Yang patted her jade back, smiled and comforted: "How could it be? She is obviously beautiful. And Xian'er will always be the most beautiful in my heart."

"Really?" Xian'er raised her head with joy, her beautiful eyes staring at Wei Yang like water, with sparkling light.

No girl can refuse the compliments of her beloved.

The next moment, Wei Yang leaned down and directly blocked Xian'er's red lips.

"嘤咛~" The delicate body trembled, quickly tensing up, and then softened again.

After a long time, the lips parted.

"Do you believe it now?" Wei Yang asked.

"Well..." The little head nodded lightly and got into his arms.

…

Late at night.

The mountain behind the Xiao family, the old place at the top of the mountain.

Wei Yang was shrouded in a black robe, standing upright with his hands behind his back, looking up at the bright moon in the night sky.

The cool night breeze blew by, and the branches swayed gently, making a rustling sound and slightly lifting the hem of Wei Yang's clothes.

At this time.

An old and transparent illusory figure, holding a simple black ring in his hand, slowly floated over.

"Little baby Wei, why did you come to see me in the middle of the night?" The old man's figure floated over, stopped not far from Wei Yang, and stood side by side with him.

He also looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, his eyes slightly dazed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The moonlight fell like water, covering the bodies of the old and the young with a layer of pale silver gauze.

Wei Yang was also silent, and the two of them just looked at the bright moon quietly.