Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

Wei Yang opened his eyes with a pale face, a look of exhaustion on his face.

This kind of soul confrontation is very dangerous, and it is also the most draining of the mind.

"Successful." Wei Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said softly.

Looking down at the black scroll he held in his hand, the Dou Qi in his body began to circulate, slowly following the trajectory of Dou Qi recorded on the scroll.

After a while, the fighting energy flowed to the palm and emerged from the palm.

When Dou Qi appeared in the palm of his hand, the eagle wings on the black scroll suddenly shone brightly.

The purple light in the black became thicker and thicker, and finally turned into two small black and purple lights, which rushed into Wei Yang's palm like lightning.

After these two small black-purple rays of light entered Wei Yang's body, they quickly circulated along the meridians.

When they flowed to the meridians on Wei Yang's back, they stopped, and then they started to open up the meridians.

The meridians were pulled out into two extremely small branches.

These two branch veins extend from the main meridian and slowly stop when they reach the back.

"Ah~"

Wei Yang gritted his teeth and let out a shrill roar of pain from his throat.

Beads of sweat fell down from his forehead, and his fists were clenched tightly.

This kind of severe pain from the muscles and veins being torn apart is really torturous and unbearable.

"Fuck~"

Peng!

Wei Yang lay on the ground, slamming his fists on the ground, his eyes were red, and veins appeared and bulged on his forehead.

Peng!

His fist hit the stone ground, causing tiny gravels to fly.

At this moment, every second is so difficult.

I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a moment, and then it seemed like a long time.

The severe pain gradually receded like a tide.

At this time, Wei Yang was curled up on the ground, sweating profusely and as wet as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Huhuhu~

Panting heavily, there was still a dull pain all over his body, like needles pricking him. His whole body felt numb and he couldn't lift up any strength.

It wasn't until I rested for a while that the tingling sensation all over my body slowly dissipated, and my body gradually regained some strength.

"Is it finally over?"

Wei Yang slowly got up and looked at the black scroll that was thrown aside with some fear.

The black scroll was completely blank, and the eagle wings and fonts on it had all disappeared.

Shaking his head and no longer paying attention to the empty scroll, Wei Yang took off his wet shirt, revealing the rather strong muscles of his upper body.

Touching the back with your hand, you can feel that at some point, a pair of black wing patterns, each about the size of a palm, appeared there.

These lines are slightly raised, like tattoos, or like raised veins.

With a thought in his mind, the fighting energy in his body circulated and poured into the pair of wing tattoos on his back.

After receiving the transmission of fighting spirit, the pitch-black tattoo immediately lit up, releasing a faint black-purple brilliance.

Wow~

In the end, it turned into a pair of essentially black wings with mysterious purple lines on the surface, and slowly stretched out from Wei Yang's back.

This is a pair of black wings that are about ten feet spread out from the back.

The feathers on it are clear, like a living thing, and it is like being made of fine iron, giving it a metallic texture.

Feel it carefully, it is a wonderful feeling, as if your back has really grown a pair of wings.

Wei Yang tried to control them and incited them gently.

Phew~

Wings flutter.

Suddenly, wind blew out of thin air in the stone chamber, and a buoyant force appeared. Wei Yang's whole body slowly floated up, and his feet began to lift off the ground.

It was only the first time he tried it, and because he was unskilled, he looked a little crooked, like a baby bird that had just learned to fly, and his movements looked a little funny.

Wei Yang kept trying with great interest, correcting his movements and mastering his balance.

It wasn't until a long time passed that Wei Yang managed to adapt.

At this time, he was suspended steadily in mid-air in the stone room, with his feet about a foot above the ground, standing in the air, and the black wings behind his back were gently fluttering.

"I can fly from now on."

Wei Yang grinned, and after a while he landed contentedly and folded his wings.

Stopping the input of fighting energy, the black wings retracted, forming a pair of black tattoos the size of a palm on the back again.

He slowly stretched and put on his clothes.

"With these wings, I will be much more convenient and safer in the future. Even if I encounter an enemy that I cannot defeat, I can fly and run away at any time."

"As for the enemies of Dou Wang and above? There are only a handful of strong men of this level in the entire Jiama Empire. They can only be counted on one finger in total. Why should I provoke them if I have nothing to do?"

Wei Yang clenched his fists and silently felt the surging fighting spirit in his body. "Due to the change of techniques, although I have fallen to the second level of Dou Shi, my strength has not decreased but has increased."

"Now that I have a foundation of Xuan-level advanced skills, I believe I can fully unleash my potential. In three or four months, I will be able to return to the six-star Dou Shi realm."

In the previous stage of Dou Zhi training, because the warrior's physique is still weak and is still in the basic stage, there are not many methods that can be used to improve it.

Therefore, if most cultivators can improve their fighting spirit by a certain amount in one year, they are considered geniuses.

After becoming a fighter, due to different factors such as skill qualifications, environmental resources, etc., the fighter's cultivation speed is much faster than in the fighting spirit stage.

It is not difficult for a fighter with excellent conditions, resources, qualifications, etc. to break through several stars within a year.

Although Wei Yang is not like Xiao Yan, he has the guidance of his teacher Yao Lao and the assistance of countless pills.

But the exercises he is practicing now are advanced Xuan-level exercises, which are three or four levels higher than the Red Fire Jue at the beginning, and even higher than Xiao Yan's Fen Jue, which was only a low-level Huang-level one at the beginning. Six or seven levels.

Coupled with his own qualifications and the combination of his skills, the effect is more than one plus one equals two, which is enough to offset factors such as elixir resources.

Taken together, Wei Yang's early cultivation speed is definitely faster than Xiao Yan.

Three years later, when Xiao Yan regained his talent and started practicing from the third level of Fighting Qi, Wei Yang was already able to put a long distance between himself and Xiao Yan.

This is the confidence.

Wei Yang looked around the stone room where he had stayed for nearly half a month with excitement.

Here, he can be said to have gained a huge harvest, which was a big opportunity that could change his destiny in the early stage.

Wei Yang took a deep breath and calmed down.

After compiling his mood, he walked to the stone table and looked at the withered bones that had been scattered on the seat behind the stone table.

"Senior, I'm sorry." Seeing this, Wei Yang also bowed with some embarrassment.

He had successfully modified his technique before, but for a moment he couldn't control his aura and exploded, causing his senior's skeleton to fall apart.

"Senior, please wait a moment. I will let you rest in peace right away." Wei Yang said softly.

Walking to the seat, he carefully collected the skeletons scattered on the ground and piled them aside, and then planned to find a place to dig a hole.

After looking around, Wei Yang moved the chair.

I saw that the ground under the seat was cracked, with many spiderweb-like cracks and gravel spread there. It was not as seamless as the ground in other parts of the stone room.

"Um?"

Wei Yang inspected it carefully and reached out to touch the cracked ground. He found that it seemed that someone had dug it up and then backfilled it.

"Did this senior have something buried underneath?" Seeing this, Wei Yang couldn't help but secretly guess, feeling a little excited in his heart.

His palms were wrapped with fighting energy, and his fingers were like claws. He squatted there and started digging holes.

As pieces of gravel were dug out, Wei Yang soon dug out a stone pit about two feet long and more than a foot deep.

This is a stone pit that was originally dug and was just backfilled and restored.

Does this senior seem to have dug the hole himself?

This saves trouble, just dig it up and bury it directly.

Suddenly, Wei Yang made a move.

"That is!"

After digging to the bottom, the unified rock underneath was exposed.

At the bottom of the pit, a simple black ring was lying quietly at the bottom of the pit.

Wei Yang's eyes lit up.