Tokisaki Kurumi's Journey to the Plane

Several elders and Xiao Zhan heard that the secret was not good. Although they could not say that they had figured out this person's temper, they knew a little bit about it.

If you refute the opponent's face in a place like this, aren't you asking for death?!

Xiao Zhan wanted to explain, but before he could speak, he heard the old man Gu Xing speak.

The middle-aged saint looked at the iron object in his hand and frowned. This was one of the worst skills he had left in his hands after traveling across the continent over the years.

He still remembered the scene in that small sect that mainly focused on animal fire, crying for his father and mother and wanting to give him the Zhen Sect's exercises.

He glanced at the child standing in the lobby with longing in his eyes, and then at the two young ladies sitting on the chairs playing.

The middle-aged saint's face looked a little confused. Where is he? The Xiao clan! Even though it has declined and the masters in the clan have withered away, there should be no difference in martial arts and fighting skills!

Even if there is no heaven level, there should be a lot of conventional skills like the earth level, right?

Thinking of this, the saint couldn't help but blush, coughed twice, and said: "Xiao...Xiao Yan, right? Your father is also good at naming. He has seen through it since you were born.

You must practice fire-attribute skills yourself. This fire is really wonderful!"

The little boy standing in the hall was very eager for the 'Xuanji Advanced Kung Fu', but on the surface he suppressed this urge.

He saluted the middle-aged man very politely and said, "Thank you, Uncle Gu, for the compliment!"

Xiao Zhan, who was sitting next to him, had a flash of embarrassment on his face.

‘Xiao Yan?’ This is not the name he gave at all! It is clearly Yan’er’s mother who has passed away long ago...

The middle-aged man nodded, picked up the Xuan-level advanced technique with one hand, and used the strong fighting energy in his body to send it to Xiao Yan.

"This is a small sect's sect-suppressing technique. The stronger the fire attribute in the body, the more at home it will be after practicing it. And if the fire attribute in the body is extremely strong, it can even exert the effect of the earth-level technique."

Xiao Yan felt so sour in his heart that he grasped the iron object firmly with both hands, fearing that it would run away!

He had read from a mysterious book that the skills were divided into heaven, earth, black and yellow, with the heaven level being the strongest and the yellow level being the weakest.

The stronger the skill you practice, the more fighting spirit in your body will be at the same level, and the fighting spirit that far exceeds the same level will become the basis for you to defeat the enemy!

There are also those high-level fighting skills that often require a lot of fighting spirit. If you don't have a good skill to support you, you may be at the mercy of others with one move!

Although he doesn't know how strong the fire attribute is in his body, since this "Uncle Gu" said it, it must not be low. This technique is really suitable for him!

Feeling the warm texture of the object in his hand, Xiao Yan sighed in his heart and thanked the "trash".

In Xiao Yan's opinion, pretending to be obedient can earn you this kind of skill. What if the other party isn't taking advantage of him?

He had heard that even his father, the elder of the clan, could only practice Xuan-level skills!

The middle-aged man sitting in the main seat nodded, "Nephew Xiao, just like it. In fact, it's not that I won't give you higher-level skills, but that higher-level skills are not good for you."

Xiao Yan looks well-behaved on the surface, but is extremely disdainful in his heart, 'Isn't it that you can't take it out?'

Naturally, the middle-aged saint had no way of knowing what Xiao Yan was thinking in his heart. He also explained on the side: "Children of our tribe usually choose the exercises that suit them after they have condensed the cyclone of fighting. Unless they are extremely talented, most children

They will all choose Xuanjie exercises based on the teachings of their elders."

"After your strength reaches a few levels and you begin to systematically learn fighting skills, you will change to new techniques to stimulate your own potential."

The middle-aged man stared at Xiao Yan, as if he could see through everything about him!

Just when Xiao Yan was sweating and about to run away, the man's rich voice finally sounded in his ears.

"Xiao Yan's nephew, with your qualifications, you are considered to be very good among the different surnames of our clan. After traveling and training in the future, you can expect to be worthy of the title."

After saying this, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "If you can enter Douzun before the age of thirty, you can come to the Zhongzhou Ancient Clan to find me, and I will arrange an elder named Dangdang for you in the clan."

Xiao Yan was stunned, and nodded hurriedly in agreement, his mind was in a blur.

'Dou Zun? Is this the realm after Dou Huang?! Then...how terrifying is this person in front of me?!'

Xiao Yan's eyes brightened slightly, and while his father and several elders were confused, he knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound!

"I wonder if Uncle Gu can accept me as his disciple?!"

Xiao Zhan came to his senses and scolded: "Yan'er!"

Although he looked sullen on the surface, there was still some expectation in his eyes.

The old man sitting next to him is definitely capable of moving mountains and seas. Although they don’t know the specific state, he is definitely a being that they can only look up to! With such a good opportunity today, if Yan’er can become a disciple, then he, the Xiao family, will flourish.

, just around the corner!

Xun'er sat next to Kuang San, with her small body close to her sister. Seeing this interesting scene, her big eyes narrowed in laughter.

Xun'er has long been immune to the word 'saint' as she has been hanging out with Kuang San on various important occasions since she was a child!

In the eyes of a little girl, no matter how powerful the so-called saint is, he still has to be pointed at and scolded by his own father?

What's more, she once saw this person in the clan's meeting hall, sitting on the second-to-last chair, and could only watch the other bosses speaking eagerly, asking Xun'er to pay more attention...

The three people behind Xun'er didn't know how to express their feelings at the moment. Servant Lin closed his eyes tightly, and the two fighting emperors were watching all this eagerly.

Kuang San has a special regard for Xiao Yan. Aren't the other protagonists like "I can't control my fate"?

Kneeling down to a stranger is a taboo for the protagonist! But Xiao Yan's decisiveness... is really amazing!

Kuang San narrowed his eyes slightly, guessing that Xiao Yan's own luck had played a role. If he was really accepted as a disciple by this clan fighting saint, he would definitely return to the clan to receive systematic training.

And Yao Lao will be exposed in an instant, but at that time, relying on the reputation of being a member of the ancient race, he might be able to pull him back from the danger line, and he will no longer be threatened by the Soul Palace.

Assuming that Xiao Yan can live happily among the ancient tribe, then his luck will most likely be grafted onto the ancient tribe.

But as people from different surnames, can those direct descendants of saints go hand in hand with Xiao Yan?

This creates conflicts, and if there are conflicts, there will be conflicts. With Xiao Yan's luck... maybe the ancient clan may be exterminated in the end!

There was silence in the lobby for a while. Xiao Yan's small body was kneeling there, his upper body straight, neither humble nor arrogant. His eyes were bright, and a ray of light happened to shine in from outside, pushing the young child's spirit to the top!

Kuang San clearly saw the change in the expression on the face of the saint in the tribe, and he complained crazily in his heart.

'Is the fate of the protagonist in a fantasy world so invincible?!'