Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

Heaven, material and earth treasures can be swallowed

The person who suddenly appeared on the peak of Taiyin Mountain was the old man who had parted with Yan Chen outside the entrance of the Demon Realm not long ago.

The other party was wearing that dress from beginning to end, and his gray and haggard hair was disheveled, covering half of the forehead lines on his forehead.

Hearing Yan Xing's question, the old man looked strange: "This is my home, if I don't come here, where do I go?"

"It's you..."

He stared at the faces of the two brothers carefully for a while, then suddenly his expression changed, and he said in a low voice: "The ball is over!"

"I said that I will not have children, but why are there still two cubs left?"

Yan Xing: "Senior?"

What two cubs... A certain thought in Yan Xing's heart became more and more uncontrollable: "Senior, are you talking about me and my younger brother?"

He couldn't wait to get the answer. Is the old man in front of him the ancestor of the Yan family?

Hearing this, the old man let out a low cough.

He straightened his back and cleared his throat: "Ah... this, it's nothing."

"I was in a hurry before, so I didn't have time to ask, what's your name, you two?" The old man suddenly picked up the old man who spoke slowly, and asked kindly with a smile.

"My name is Yan Xing, and this is my younger brother, Yan Chen." Yan Xing introduced, and Yan Chen followed him and nodded to the old man.

Upon hearing that their surnames were Yan, Yan Pingshan nodded, his expression becoming more kind: "Good boy."

He said affectionately: "I am your ancestor!"

Yan Chen: "..."

Yan Xing: "..."

Suddenly, I don't really want to recognize this ancestor.

The two brothers fell into a brief silence, Yan Pingshan's nose moved, his eyes lit up, and he turned to the kitchen behind them.

"You guys, did you stew chicken soup?"

Yan Xing: "Yes..."

Yan Pingshan smiled all over his face: "Okay, okay!"

"I didn't expect that after so many years, the kitchen of our Yan family has not been abandoned."

As he spoke, he stepped forward without seeing anyone else, holding Yan Chen with his left hand and Yan Xing with his right hand, followed Xiang Xiang into the kitchen.

"Come on, you must have a lot of questions to ask me, why don't we talk while drinking and eating."

That's what he said, but Yan Pingshan drank three bowls of chicken soup before he stopped to talk to Yan Xing and his wife.

After he announced his name, Yan and Chen were very surprised.

Yan Pingshan, one of the first generation ancestors of the Yan family, is also a master craftsman.

The skyscraper was made by the opponent.

The first generation of ancestors, each one is a geek, able to balance cultivation and hobbies, Yan Pingshan is also one of the best.

Logically speaking, he should have ascended long ago.

Yan Xing questioned this.

Yan Pingshan explained: "The Upper Realm is different from the Realm of Cultivation, it's more boring there..."

"I don't want to ascend, but at that time the cultivation world was filled with aura, even if I didn't take the initiative to cultivate, my cultivation base would gradually increase."

"So, I made a special comparison."

Yan Pingshan coughed twice: "The place where the spiritual energy is thinnest in the entire cultivation world is the dungeon of the demon world."

"So, Ancestor, you went to the Demon Realm in order not to ascend...?"

Yan Xing was still a little puzzled: "But when I found you, ancestor..."

At that time, Yan Pingshan looked haggard, if he wasn't still alive, Yan Xing would have thought he had passed away.

Yan Pingshan vaguely explained: "This..."

"The little sapling raised by the devil happened to restrain my skills, and I also stumbled..."

"But that's all in the past."

Yan Pingshan put down the soup bowl, raised his sleeve boldly, wiped his mouth, raised his hand and said with a smile, "Give me another bowl."

Yan Xing took the bowl and went to fill him with chicken soup.

Yan Chen asked: "Ancestor, how is your physical condition now? How long will it take to recover?"

The higher the level of cultivator, the more spiritual power he needs to absorb and circulate in his body.

This is also the reason why monks have to go to the upper realm after reaching the Mahayana period.

Because the realm of comprehension cannot afford the huge spiritual energy consumption of these monks who have survived the catastrophe.

If the body of a cultivator is compared to a machine, Yan Pingshan has spent so many years in the environment of the dungeon of the Demon Realm in order not to ascend—this reason is not sure whether it is true or not.

Then his machine should have been hollowed out and rusted.

Yan Pingshan smiled when he heard the words: "Don't worry."

He took the bowl that Yan Xing handed over, took a sip full of enjoyment, and then comforted the two with a smile: "Who am I, your ancestor?"

"In two months, I will fully recover." Yan Pingshan said firmly.

That's great.

Yan Chen showed a relaxed smile: "I don't know how much chance the ancestor has in winning against the seven Mahayana monks with his full strength?"

Yan Pingshan almost spit out the chicken soup after a mouthful.

He swallowed it quickly, choked on it in a panic, and coughed for a long time before he recovered.

"See what you're asking," Yan Pingshan looked at Yan Chen with some reproach, "After the Mahayana, there will be crossing the catastrophe."

"Although I am in the late stage of Mahayana, even if I have the ability to reach the sky, how can I defeat seven with one?"

Yan Chen was a little sad: "The ancestors are right."

Seeing him like this, Yan Pingshan felt strange: "Why are you asking this?"

In today's comprehension world, not to mention the Mahayana stage, it is a monk in the fit stage, who can lose with all four hands.

He wasn't digging someone's ancestral grave, where did seven Mahayana monks come to besiege him?

Yan Xing thought of something, looked at Yan Chen: "Just now, did you have something to tell me?"

Yan Chen nodded slightly.

He looked at Yan Pingshan: "The ancestors must have known the secret art, so I won't explain too much."

Yan Pingshan was slightly surprised and nodded.

He didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people in the Yan family who can practice Tianji.

But what he didn't expect was that——

Yan Chen carefully told the two of what he saw on the floating island with Po Jian before.

In addition, he also briefly put forward one or two things that the monks in the neighborhood will do in the future.

After listening, Yan Xing still didn't speak.

Yan Pingshan slapped the table angrily, "How unreasonable!"

The empty soup bowl was shaken up with his movements, hung in the air for a while, and then spun and fell back to the table.

Yan Chen also thought that he was angry that Taiyin Mountain was almost occupied by monks from the neighboring realm.

In the next second, Yan Pingshan said in a trembling voice: "Why is my floating island not worthy of a library!"

Yan Chen: "..."

Library——is the name of the castle on the floating island.Together with the floating island, they were all built by the ancestor in front of him.

Because the floating island could not be moved, those monks in the neighborhood hated it very much.

And the book collection castle is located on the floating island, and it cannot be taken away for some reason.

It was a pity for those monks, they divided up all the jade slips in the castle, and burned the rest of the books.

No wonder Yan Pingshan was angry.

Although the point of being angry is not right...

But the result is always good.Yan Pingshan, who had just kept saying "I can't beat it, I can't help it", suddenly changed his words:

"It's not just a few Mahayana monks."

"See what they can."

Yan Pingshan's expression was serious, his words were righteous, and he looked like "leave it on me and watch me teach them a lesson".

Even the slovenly white beard and messy hair were filled with an air of superiority in an instant.

It fits Yan Xing's image of "ancient power" very well.

In his slightly expectant gaze, Yan Pingshan looked at Yan Chen: "During this year, you should practice hard."

"The important task of guarding this world and our Taiyin Mountain is entirely up to you."

Yan Chen: "..."

Yan Xing: "..."

"Wait, Ancestor." Yan Xing thought it was impossible, why not: "My younger brother is only in the early stage of integration, and in a year, how can he repel several Mahayana monks?"

Yan Pingshan was very surprised: "Isn't he cultivating secrets?"

Yan Xing was more surprised than him: "My younger brother is practicing Tianji, but isn't Tianji the art of calculation?"

Before saying this, he turned his head to look at Yan Chen's expression.

Seeing that Yan Chen also looked confused, he knew that there might be...a generation gap between the two of them and their ancestors?Is that the word?

"How is it possible?" Yan Pingshan raised his eyebrows: "Heavenly Mystery Technique, but Jin from our Yan family..."

"Ahem!" Yan Pingshan paused, "I mean, the Heavenly Secret Technique is a unique technique jointly created by me and all of you ancestors."

"Even our Yan family, not everyone can learn it. How could it be used for fortune-telling?"

Yan Chen and Yan Xing said in unison: "I ask the ancestors for advice!"

Facing the two identical faces looking at him eagerly, Yan Pingshan chuckled and recalled:

"Back then, your patriarch who practiced Tianjishu was only in the Nascent Soul stage, and the monks who practiced the void stage would all shy away from him when they saw him."

"I can't learn."

"But I know that after he has cultivated to great success and ascended, even the Dao of Heaven can't do anything to him."

"The situation in the upper realm was told to me after he ascended."

Maybe it's because they recalled the days when they were all-powerful in the cultivation world together.

A bit of nostalgia appeared in the old man's turbid eyes: "If it is said that ordinary monks are against the sky, the secret art is different."

"While spying on the secrets of the sky, those who practice this technique will also be disturbed by the secrets of the heavens."

"Losing the complex emotions of ordinary people, gaining the ability to break free from rules, ignore the way of heaven, and rewrite everything."

Yan Pingshan looked at Yanchen again: "Yes, as long as you practice hard and change the boundary gate, our Taiyin Mountain will be safe."

"Oh, no." This goal seems a bit too simple.

Yan Pingshan changed his words again: "It's not impossible to directly close the gate of the two worlds."

Yan Xing wiped away the disappointing tears from the corner of his mouth: "Ancestor, the ancestor who guided me and my younger brother to practice said that I can also..."

"You can't." Yan Pingshan glanced at him.

"You are born with sword bones, if you don't practice swords, what kind of crooked ways are you doing?"

Yan Xing: "..."

The lie was exposed, and Yan Xing was guilty and unwilling to look away.

After a while, he turned back to look at Yan Chen, feeling a little distressed: "Then brother, I can only rely on you this time."

He thought of Yan Chen's special method of absorbing spiritual energy.

In front of Yan Pingshan, Yan Xing took out several storage rings: "These are all for you."

"If it's not enough to eat, brother will find it for you."

Yan Chen took the storage ring and said, "Okay."

Yan Pingshan endured it, but still couldn't help asking: "What are you pretending to be?"

Since it is for food, why not give him some.

Yan Xing grinned: "It's the spirit treasure that I took in the Mo Zong's residence before."

Yan Pingshan: "?"

Edible Lingbao?

Yan Pingshan asked suspiciously, "It's He Lingbao?"

He has been lying in the dungeon of the devil world for so many years, how come the species in the cultivation world have mutated to this extent? ?

The author says:

The onset of tenosynovitis qaq is shorter today;

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