Douluo: Xiao Yan joins Wuhun Palace and vows to kill Tang San

Chapter 39: Practice.

On the top floor of Wuhun Hall, there is an unoccupied window.

The cold wind blew, and the cold moonlight shone on Xiao Yan's resolute face, making his confident pupils shine brightly.

He looked into the distance, not only missing his former relatives, but also thinking about himself today.

In three lifetimes, Xiao Yan has had many grievances and experienced ups and downs. It can be said that his small life has been full of vicissitudes. The saying that "30 years in the east of the river, 30 years in the west of the river", the ambition of not bullying young people into poverty is by no means just talk.

"The Titled Douluo is coming, what can I do!?"

"Today, it's too weak!"

Xiao Yan deeply felt his own inadequacy, like a tiny speck of dust in the vast sea of ​​stars, unable to make it to the stage, just like a snake with claws among ants.

If you want to gain a foothold in the world, you have to become stronger!

"Becoming a truly strong man, a peerless Douluo, and standing at the top of the Douluo Continent is not only my life creed, but also my ultimate wish to reshape my body for my teacher, and for Xiao Huo to reach the divine level again!"

Xiao Yan's gaze became firmer and firmer under the moonlight.

He has experienced too many things these days, and he is always in control of himself and others, which makes Xiao Yan deeply feel his own shortcomings and feel the pressure of cultivation.

The weak can only comply.

But the strong can make it.

Even...violation!

Xiao Yan is not willing to be a weakling.

"In the final analysis, the suppression of this world is very strong. I can only exert one percent of my original power. Otherwise, even the gods of this world can only do this."

(In response to readers’ comments, the realm correspondence is being modified.)

Yao Lao's shadow appeared in the distance, and his plain words reflected confidence.

"I was once praised by the world as Master Yao. Not only was my alchemy skills unparalleled in the world, but my cultivation level even reached the level of Dou Sheng..."

Yao Lao looked at Xiao Yan's eyebrows with a half-smile, and said softly: "A first-level god wants to come, but that's it, right?"

There was a burst of heat between Xiao Yan's brows, and a flame was misty and mysterious.

Xiao Huo's figure appeared, and the little Loli put her hands on her hips, looking very unconvinced.

However, she had to admit it.

Yaolao gave her the same feeling as the God King of the past... powerful and terrifying.

Xiao Yan smiled helplessly.

The two of them had been chatting frequently these days, and Xiao Yan had gradually gotten used to it.

"Practice!"

Xiao Yan waved his hand and invited the two bosses back into his body and began to practice the techniques taught by Yao Lao.

"Eight extremes collapse!"

Tai Chi produces Liangyi, and Liangyi produces Bagua.

Baji Beng pays attention to the harmony of yin and yang, defense and offense, and is just orderly. Each step may seem powerful, but in fact there is roughness and fineness, and it pays attention to the unity of nature and man.

Xiao Yan pushed it out with one hand, like an overwhelming force.

Slightly tilted, the power of the vast sea was instantly recovered without any impact.

"It goes back and forth, gradually!" Xiao Yan smiled slightly, knowing that he had achieved success in practice.

Bajibeng is an advanced Xuan-level skill.

This is equivalent to the power of an ordinary soul master's thousand-year soul skill!

Moreover, this will not consume Xiao Yan's soul power.

This is equivalent to Xiao Yan, who now has two rings, already having three skills!

"In Douluo Continent, this kind of power is actually called self-created soul skills. You might as well add your own martial soul power to this Baji Collapse and try again!" Xiao Huo and Yao Lao were observing Xiao Yan in a secret corner. , to remind.

These two were once big bosses, which allowed Xiao Yan to avoid many detours and get twice the result with half the effort.

"The power of the two worlds, when integrated, will surely shock the world!" Yao Lao chuckled.

Xiao Yan nodded and started to try.

"Martial Soul Kai: Ultimate Fire...Third Level!"

The ultimate fire now combines the fire of Huoyiquan, one-third of the bone spirit cold fire, plus the original flame.

It is already in Wuhun 3.0 form!

The strange flame emerged, showing a dazzling red and yellow color.

A circle of platinum soul rings emerged, a god-level soul ring!

A circle of purple soul rings followed closely... A thousand-year soul ring!

A level 25 soul master, only eight years old, possesses two such soul rings.

From ancient times to the present, unheard of.

"Is this the protagonist's halo that belongs to my reincarnation!?" Xiao Yan murmured, and began to integrate the martial soul power into his body and mobilize his soul power.

Each move is different in essence, but its power is completely different.

The flames cling to the fists and feet, making them bright and bright.

"Such an upgraded version of Bajibeng, while it is still a high-level Xuan-level technique, it is clearly an Earth-level technique!" Yao Lao exclaimed.

Xiaohuo also opened his lips, "If the soul power reaches level [-], it may be able to explode with power that far exceeds that of ordinary soul sects!"

The Baji Beng that Xiao Yan is using now is equivalent to a level 25 soul master, using a strength close to that of a black soul ring.

That is equivalent to the Soul Sect!

The panel strength of level 25 has the strength of the Soul Sect!

"Hey, my soul power is also a little exhausted."

In the previous training, he not only successfully mastered the Baji Beng, but even improved his soul power by one level!

Level 26!

Below, there were bursts of footsteps.

Xiao Yan said hello and said with a smile: "Why do you have time to come up and have a breeze, Lao Yu?"

Yu Tianming, carrying Yu Xin, slowly came to Xiao Yan and exhaled a long breath.

"What's wrong!?" Xiao Yan saw the problem.

Something seems to be wrong with Lao Yu.

Yu Tianming patted Yu Xin's shoulder, "You tell me."

Yu Xin's face was very pale, and she had been distracted since meeting Xue Qinghe a few days ago.

She opened her lips, "I suspect...my fiancé, Xue Can, the prince of the Tiandou royal family, died in Xue Qinghe's hands."

"Xue Can mentioned this possibility a few months before his death. He died tragically in his house. He died of illness. But I know that it was Xue Qinghe's hand. What happened at the jewelry store that day made me even more sure of this!"

Xiao Yan nodded.

"It is common for the royal family to seize the throne and kill brothers. You may even kill your own father one day."

Xiao Yan looked like he had already guessed it, and seemed not to care.

"You nod like a hammer, I'm here to discuss a solution with you!" Yu Tianming slapped Xiao Yan's head, which made his head buzz. This old guy was very attentive to everything about his granddaughter.

Everything he once regarded Xiao Yan as his elder brother was all bullshit.

Xiao Yan said helplessly: "Is it possible that you are planning to avenge your unmarried grandson-in-law!?"

Yuxin gritted her silver teeth, "If I can, of course I will take revenge!"

Yu Tianming pulled his granddaughter away, moved around, and only after confirming that there was no ghost except Leng Feng, did he dare to speak.

He whispered: "I'm afraid that he will take action against Yuxin. Xuecan is dead, and Yuxin is the most likely person to guess the reason. I'm afraid that he will kill someone and silence him because of it."

"If he wanted to take action, he might have done it long ago." Xiao Yan said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a white shadow cut through the dark night and landed on the mailbox at the entrance of Wuhun Hall below.

A page took down the letter.

Xiao Yan and Yu Tianming had excellent eyesight and could see it at a glance.

When the two of them went downstairs and opened it, they were both slightly shocked.

Signature: Xue Qinghe!

(I’m so busy that I’m free now. Chapter will be out within 21 hours.)

(End of this chapter)