Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

"The peak Dou Huang, barely a seventh-grade alchemist..." Yao Lao also frowned a little when he heard this.

Tricky indeed.

If it were in the past, Venerable Ta Yao would naturally not take such a small role to heart.

But now, it’s not easy to handle.

It is difficult to go directly to the door to find a reluctant seventh-grade alchemist to snatch the strange fire from his hands. Without the strength of Douzong or above, it is very difficult to do it.

Even if the other party is just a seventh-grade alchemist, this appeal is no joke.

If one is not good, he will face the end of being beaten by a group of people in a few minutes.

But in the future, Xiao Yan will need at least three strange fires to refine his body.

If Yao Lao's own bone spirit cold fire is not taken out and handed over to Xiao Yan for refining.

The fire in Qinglian's heart is the fire in the heart of the fallen.

Now, there is exactly one flower left!

This third strange fire cannot be missed no matter what!

Yao Lao made a decision instantly.

The bone spirit cold fire is the strange fire refined by Yao Lao. It has been integrated into his body for a long time. Now his soul body can still hold it. There is no need for any spiritual spirit at all, and there is no need to worry about the backlash of the strange fire.

Because the bone spirit cold fire has already been completely integrated with Yao Lao, it is equivalent to the natal flame that intersects with his own life.

Therefore, if there was no other way, Yao Lao would definitely not choose to take out the bone spirit cold fire for Xiao Yan to devour.

This is equivalent to forcibly pulling out the natal flame from Yaolao's soul, which will seriously damage his vitality.

Moreover, Yao Lao was reluctant to part with him at this time.

After all, Bone Spirit Lenghuo's ranking is not low.

Ranked eleventh on the strange fire list, it is a strange flame that combines extreme cold and extreme heat.

Only every hundred years, when the sun and moon alternate, can we have the opportunity to meet in extremely cold and extremely gloomy places.

It is an extremely rare strange fire.

…

Many thoughts flashed through my mind.

Yao Lao quickly calmed down.

Regardless, the price has been paid.

And how can strange fire be so easy to obtain?

It's a bit more difficult, but it's normal operation.

He also heard that Wei Yang took the initiative to speak and expressed that he owed him a favor. Yao Lao also felt that it was quite helpful, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

It’s good for young people to know how to advance and retreat.

"Boy Wei, tell me, what kind of strange fire is it? And whose hand is it?" Yao Lao stroked his beard and asked calmly.

This unknown strange fire will be named Xiao from now on, I, Yao Chen, said so.

"No. 15 on the strange fire list, Hai Xinyan!"

Wei Yang said solemnly: "The owner's name is Medicine Emperor Han Feng. He is also in the Black Corner Territory and is the leader of a force. He is very famous in the Black Corner Territory..."

The temperature on the top of the mountain suddenly became a bit colder.

Yao Lao's hand stroking his beard stopped at some point.

The expression on his face at this time was very wonderful and complicated, and a cold light burst out from his eyes, which stung people's eyes.

Wei Yang shut up and looked at Yao Lao quietly, pretending to frown slightly, looking confused.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Yao Lao's face now revealed three parts of sadness, three parts of anger, one part of self-deprecation, and three parts of heartache.

a long time.

His body seemed to be slightly stooped, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His voice was very strange, and no specific emotion could be heard: "Ha~ Medicine King? Is he the only one? Is he worthy? Ha..."

At this moment, Yao Lao looks a lot older.

This is also a poor old man.

Wei Yang sighed softly in his heart.

He was raised like a kid by himself, had high hopes, devoted almost all his efforts, and was treated like a parent and child by his disciples, who stabbed him in the back and united with the Soul Palace, causing him to almost fall and lose his body, just like a lonely soul in the wild. Like a ghost, hiding in the ring and sleeping...

This knife seemed to have stabbed hard into the old man's heart.

Can it not hurt?

…

After a while, Yao Lao's face slowly returned to calm, and there was no trace of happiness or anger.

Wei Yang spoke again after seeing this: "As far as I know, the Medicine King, ahem, Han Feng also suspected that there was a strange fire in the inner courtyard of Canaan College... He seemed to be targeting the Fallen Heart Flame... So, if senior makes some plans then, maybe he can make a profit?"

When Yao Lao heard this, a weird smile appeared on his face: "Is he also planning on falling into the heart?"

Wei Yang spread his hands and said, "According to the information I obtained from my secret investigation, it seems that this is the case."

"Han Feng is also always inquiring about and paying attention to the news in the inner courtyard of Canaan College."

"Although I don't know what the relationship between senior and Han Feng is, and it seems that neither of you is satisfied with a strange fire..."

Yao Lao raised his hand to interrupt Wei Yang and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to inquire or delve into it."

Wei Yang shrugged and said indifferently: "Well, this junior is not that kind of curious person."

"Boy Wei, what else is there? If nothing happens, let's call it a night." Yao Lao looked a little tired and waved his hand weakly.

Just when Yaolao was about to turn around and leave.

Wei Yang flipped his hand, and a pair of palm-sized wings appeared in his hand. They were black as a whole and looked like they were made of fine steel, with some mysterious purple patterns on them.

Yao Lao paused and looked at the pair of wings in Wei Yang's hand, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "This is it."

"Xuan level advanced flying fighting skill, Eagle Wings, also known as Purple Cloud Wings, the material comes from the fifth level magic beast Purple Cloud Eagle..."

After Wei Yang explained the origin of these wings in detail, he smiled and said: "This junior is now a fighting king. Although his flying fighting skills are still useful, they are not very great. So... I think Xiao Yan Brother may need it.”

Yao Lao stretched out his hand.

Upon seeing this, Wei Yang waved his hand gently, and the wings floated forward and landed in Yao Lao's hands.

Yao Lao checked it out and nodded slightly, "Not bad flying fighting skills, the value is comparable to low-level fighting skills of the earth level. I want it, what do you want in exchange for it?"

"Earth-level low-level body skills, those with fire attributes will do." Wei Yang said with a smile.

"That's it? You kid, you have such a loud tone!" Yao Lao laughed and cursed.

Wei Yang grinned.

"That's alright." Yao Lao shook his head, turned his hands to retract his wings, turned his hands again, took out a light red scroll, and said with emotion: "This little bit of my family's fortune has almost been emptied by your kid, take it. ."

With that said, he threw the scroll over.

"Senior is joking, these transactions by junior are just the tip of the iceberg for senior." Wei Yang caught the scroll and said with a smile.

Yao Lao was noncommittal about this.

Wei Yang unfolded the scroll and soul power poured into it.

"Flowing Fire Steps, a low-level movement technique at the earth level...the body is like a stream of flames, unpredictable and elusive..."

After a moment, Wei Yang opened his eyes and put them away with satisfaction.

Yao Lao turned around when he saw this, and the transparent old figure, slightly rickety, floated slowly down the mountain.

"Senior, walk slowly." Wei Yang bowed slightly and cupped his hands.

He was very satisfied with tonight's transaction and got huge benefits from Yao Lao.

But his contribution, to be honest, was not much.

Therefore, in my heart, I am very grateful to Yaolao.

Yao Lao is still very kind.

Yao Lao paused at this moment, turned his back to Wei Yang and asked: "Wei boy, you just said that you owe me a favor, is that still true?"

Wei Yang was stunned for a moment, and then continued: "Of course, I will do it. Senior, please tell me, as long as it is within my ability, I will not refuse."

"Very good." Yao Lao nodded with satisfaction, "Little Xiao Yan has made a three-year agreement with the Yunlan Sect. Do you know this?"

"I know." Wei Yang nodded.

"There are still two and a half years until the three-year appointment. At that time, I hope you can accompany us to the Yunlan Sect and try your best to protect Xiao Yan. How about that?" Yao Lao asked.

"No problem." Wei Yang nodded and agreed without even thinking about it.

"Yeah." Yao Lao said softly, and disappeared as his figure floated.

In the dark forest, there seemed to be a gentle sigh, faintly heard.