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Chapter six hundred and eighteenth ridicule(1/2)

Chu Yang discovered it.

Xiao Yan just has a reluctant heart.

Looking at his actions, Xun'er has been making tricks since he was a child.

Three years ago, his genius and Xiao Mei had a similar relationship with Xun'er.

There is also his cousin Xiao Yu and Xiao Yan who once accidentally broke into someone’s bathhouse and touched his thighs, and his relationship was ambiguous.

Because of the engagement relationship, Nalan Yanran's heart was taken away by a battle three years later.

After Yao Lao trained him, he went out to train and hooked up with Yun Yun Yun, the leader of Yunlan Sect, who is Nalan Yanran's master. Unfortunately, he was not brave enough.

As for Xiaoyixian, Qinglin, Yafei, Zi Yan, Xinlan, etc.

Good guy, this is showing mercy everywhere.

But in the end, there were only two wives, one was Xun'er, and there was no need to say that. The other was Colored Scale, which was Queen Medusa, whose body was the Colorful Swallowing Heaven Python. This skill was even better than Xu Xian.

Now that I have come to Chu Yang, I have changed my trajectory, I don’t know what will happen in the future.

Chu Yang glanced at the people in the hall and finally looked at Ge Ye, "Nalan Yanran is my disciple's wife, equivalent to half of my disciple. I will teach you in the future. You won't have to worry about it!"

"this……!"

Ge Ye is entangled.

"What kind of this one? If Yun Yun disagrees, let her come to me!"

Chu Yang made a decision with one word.

Xiao Yan smiled bitterly.

Xun'er was resentful and raised her mouth.

Xiao Zhan showed an inexplicable look.

"Yanran is the next sect leader of our Yunlan Sect, how can he be a young man?"

The young man who came with Ge Ye finally couldn't help but burst out at this moment.

His face turned red and he asked Chu Yang, "Where did you place my Yunlan Sect?"

"Do you have any objection?"

Chu Yang said with a faint look.

"I, I...!"

The young man trembled.

"No objection, absolutely no objection!" Ge Ye grabbed the young man's neck and threw it out. He said with a cold sweat on his face, "Senior, let's go back to the sect now and report this happy event!"

"You know the truth, it's good, it's good!"

Chu Yang nodded.

Next, Chu Yang stayed in the Xiao family and lived in a courtyard to the east.

"In three days, I will pass on your practice method!"

After Chu Yang said that, he slammed his sleeves, closed the door, and he was alone to practice without disturbing others.

In the room, he sat cross-legged on the bed, and a ring appeared in his palm, which was the remains of Xiao Yan's mother.

He reached out and grabbed it, and streams of wood energy rolled in, gathering into a green belt of light and flowing into the ring.

After one incense stick, the ring still had no movement.

"Yao Chen, are you still pretending to be dead?"

Chu Yang shouted.

well……!

A sigh sounded faintly, and a light lit up from the ring, a soul power rushed out from it, turning into an old man.

This is the famous Yao Lao.

Yao Chen was originally one of the two pavilions of Xingyun Pavilion (the other one is Venerable Feng, who is Yao Lao's close friend). Because he likes freedom, he traveled alone on Douqi Continent, but was framed by his disciple Han Feng for burning and losing his body, and stored it in Xiao Yan's mother's relics ring.

He was originally a waste from the Medicine Tribe, one of the eight ancient tribes. He was expelled from the tribe and wandered to Zhongzhou. He practiced hard and found that he had the talent of an alchemist. He met Venerable Feng and founded Xingyue Pavilion, one of the four square pavilions.

He is a level nine pharmacist, and his alchemy skills are the best in the world.

"My friend, how did you find me?"

Yao Lao looked at Chu Yang with curiosity.

"Little friend?"

Chu Yang glanced at the corner of his mouth, "My age is enough to be your grandfather!"

Yao Lao was stunned and said in disbelief: "Yes, but how could your vitality be so strong? There is no trace of fighting spirit in your body?"

"Why can't I be a little special when you can exist in your soul state?" Chu Yang said, "By the way, why did your ring run into Xiao Yan's mother's hands?"

This is a problem, a big problem.

"I don't know either!" Yao Lao smiled bitterly, "I was severely injured back then. After my soul drilled into the ring, I broke the void and didn't know where to fall. I woke up three years ago and felt the fluctuations of the fighting spirit, so I instinctively began to absorb it for recovery."

Chu Yang nodded and thought to himself: Xiao Yan's mother got the ring by chance. Perhaps she felt the extraordinaryness of the ring, so she left it to her younger son!

He no longer struggles with these details.

"Yao Chen, can you give me a look at the burning decision you got?"

Chu Yang said bluntly.

"How do you know about Burning Jue?" Yao Lao exclaimed, "Can you be sent by Han Feng?"

"What is he? How can he instruct me?"

Chu Yang snorted coldly.

Yaochen was silent.

"As far as I know, your Burning Jue is derived from a cave, and can you also know who created the Burning Jue?"

"You know all this? Can you tell me who you are?"

"I am the messenger of fate, the traveler of time, and the witness of all things in the world!" Chu Yang said, "As for the fiery jue, it should be created by Emperor Tuoshe, and I stayed in a cave to wait for those who are destined to be!"

"Duoshun Emperor?"

Yao Lao exclaimed.

Chu Yang nodded silently.

There was a strange fire in the Douqi Continent, which was born between heaven and earth for thousands of years, gathered spirits for thousands of years, and practiced for thousands of years, causing it to slightly mutate. As we all know, generally, abnormal fires rarely take the initiative to leave the place of birth, but this fire is different. After it possesses spiritual intelligence, it walks along the underground magma, wandering under the ground for thousands of years, and swallowing fire for life. The fire it swallows all have a ranking on the strange fire list, and the twenty-two kinds of them were eaten by them.

After the success of this strange fire, he claimed to be the Emperor Yan, and then practiced for a thousand years before he broke through the world. He was respected as "The Ancient Emperor of Tuoshe" back then.

After Emperor Tuoshe broke the cage, he released all the swallowed strange fire, leaving behind the seeds of "Emperor Flame", and left himself.

Burning Jue was also created by him.

All the stories of Douqi Continent are related to the ancient Emperor Tuoshe, which can be said to be a battle for several of his major inheritances.

Lao Yao quickly calmed down and took out the Fen Jue obediently.

He could sense Chu Yang's majestic spiritual power as the sea. Under such power, if the other party had bad intentions, he could easily destroy him.

He even had a vague feeling that the other party could control his soul.

"This is Burning Jue? It's quite interesting!"

After listening to the old man who said Biyao, Chu Yang savored it carefully and nodded constantly, "Looking in a different way, there are other ways, but this method is a different approach, and it is difficult to promote it!"

"How can the martial arts with the potential of becoming an emperor be promoted?"

Yao Lao shook his head, he felt that Chu Yang was too angry.

"You are just a shallow view!"

Chu Yang said, stretching his palms out, and using his spiritual power to gather the fire elements between heaven and earth, condense the palms and turn into a ball of fire.

He also activated the Five Elements Holy Bodhis Sutra to transform it in a single way, causing the small flame to gradually turn dark red.

"You, this, this actually has the characteristics of strange fire. How did you do it?"

Yao Lao was shocked.

This small flame seemed weak, but it contained a breath that made his soul tremble and could not help but move.

"Didn't you see it?" Chu Yang shrugged and sighed, "If you don't have the cultivation level, you can't turn it into a real strange fire!"

Yao Lao's body dissipated.

Three days later, Chu Yang recruited Xiao Yan, Xun'er and Nalan Yanran, and asked them to sit cross-legged in front of them, commenting one by one: "The Xiao family's martial arts are too inefficient. Xiao Yan, from today on, you don't need to practice the Xiao family's martial arts!"

"Master, are you ready for me?"

Xiao Yan's eyes shining.

He felt close to Chu Yang, and he was very discriminatory, and he was a little awe, and his mind was very complicated.

Chu Yang nodded, threw it in the air, and nine scrolls appeared in front of him: "These are nine kinds of martial arts, all of which can reach the realm of the Emperor's Way!"

"Imperial Dao? Is the legendary Doudi?"

Xiao Yan's breathing stagnated.

Chu Yang nodded.
To be continued...
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