Chapter 397

In Xiao Yan's not spacious room, the atmosphere suddenly solidified.

Cheng Hao, dressed in a black robe and with a trace of laziness on his face, walked out of the void as if nothing had been made out of nothing. With a big invisible hand sticking out, he passed through the barrier of the simple ring on the ground, from which he detained a transparent old figure.

Looking at the transparent figure, shivering and unable to move in the invisible palm, Cheng Hao releases his control and makes him float over the ring.

Glancing at the transparent figure of a schoolboy standing in the air as if he had been punished by a teacher, Cheng Hao stopped paying attention to him. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Yan. "You decide how to deal with the next thing."

Speaking of this, Xiao Yan suddenly understood that the master's meaning was very simple: I'm here to take charge of you. It's up to you to decide whether this old guy is going to kill or not!

"Little doll, I'm not a bad man. I just sucked your fighting spirit for two years. As for the big people like my predecessors, please come here?"

The transparent old figure looked at Cheng Hao's position with some fear. He had just come to his senses from the ring recently. Originally, he wanted to appear as an elder grandfather and pretend to be forced, but in the end, he could not be forced. Now, even his own life and death are in the hands of others.

What is the relationship between the black robed man and Xiao Yan? He is not clear. Although he has lost his body and left only his soul, at least, his state of fighting with respect is still there. As soon as the strength of his soul is swept away, it can be easily seen through.

However, the thought of that arrested him from the ring, the mysterious man in black robe. He could not see through the clue at all. If he had not known that the other party was sitting on a chair not far away, he could not even perceive such a great God sitting in the room!

"It can perfectly shield my perception. This is definitely a Dousheng, and I'm afraid all of them are strong. How can such a strong Dousheng exist in this remote city of utan?"

Transparent old man felt that he was a little bit backward. At first, he was betrayed by his disciples and lost his body. His soul was also severely damaged and he was in a coma. Now he is finally sober up, but he is faced with the situation that he can be crushed to death at any time.

If this person is in bad luck, he will be choked with cold water!

"Old man, since you are hiding in the ring, you should know how much taunt and abuse you have brought to me because you have absorbed my fighting spirit?" A teacher sitting on the side of the town, Xiao Yan suddenly galloping, pointing to the old man's nose to ask.

"Well, my consciousness has not been very clear all the time. It's just instinct to absorb your fighting spirit. Besides, it's just because of the experience of the past two years that you have grown up, haven't you? At least in terms of temperament, you have surpassed most young people, even some old people. You may not have your temperament! "

Fighting in the mainland is based on strength. People only care about strength, but they don't attach too much importance to heart. Even some old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years often fight with each other if they don't agree with each other. There are not many strong people who have made great efforts in the aspect of mind and nature.

Taking a deep breath, the anger on Xiao Yan's face subsided slightly.

As the master said, if he had not had the experience of being ridiculed, his mind could not meet the requirements of opening the system. If the system did not open, he would not have the opportunity to learn from uncle. All these things seem to have their own conclusion.

"Wait a minute..." Xiao Yan suddenly thought of something, and glanced at the master with his eyes. "Fortune is the place where misfortune lies, and where misfortune lies... There is no such old maxim in this world. Master is called Haotian. This is the emperor of heaven in earth myth. Is master also from the earth?"

In the past, his accomplishments fell and he didn't want to think about anything else. But now, when he recalled all the things he had been getting along with his master, the name of the master and the words he had said, Xiao Yan was more and more sure that his master was probably just like him and was a traverser.

The only difference is that he is an ordinary person from the earthly mortals, and his master probably came from the fairyland where the earth is located.

If in the past, he might not have believed that there was a fairyland in the space-time of the universe where the earth is located, but now he can't believe it or not. He even exists through it, and even the land of fighting spirit that can cultivate fighting spirit. Why can't the celestial world exist?

Shaking his head gently, Xiao Yan expels the idea in his mind. No matter what the master is, he is his own master. He just needs to keep this in mind. Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing!

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan again put his eyes on the old figure above the ring. There was no anger in his expression, but there was still a trace of coldness in his voice.

"No matter what, you have done harm to me. This resentment can't be resolved by a few words!"

"How do you want to solve it? Do you want me to send you a Dijie skill? Do you know that every piece of Dijie skill, which appears on the land of fighting spirit, can cause numerous strong men to fight for it. Is this sincerity enough? "In the eyes of the old man, the little doll in front of him can be solved with one move. However, the man in black behind the other party is a fear from the depths of his soul. That kind of fear is much more fierce than the soul hall that ravages the whole land of fighting spirit.

The rest of the corner of his eyes glanced at the figure sitting on the chair drinking tea and watching the opera. The old man's soul trembled a little. Finally, he chose to follow his heart.

After two years of fighting, I gave you a low level skill. Is this sincerity enough?

"Earth level skill?" Xiao Yan rolled his eyes and looked like he didn't look up to him. What we are practicing now is beyond the heaven level. If you take a ground level skill, you want to make up for my spiritual loss in these years?

"Why do you despise the Dijie skill?" As soon as the old figure's face changed, the whole person became serious. "Little doll, I tell you, even if you are the strongest of the gama Empire, the existence of the fighting emperor level and the cultivation of skills can not reach the ground level. If you don't look up to this, I really can't help it!"

Xiao Yan was stupefied. His skill levels ranged from low to high, including Huang, Xuan, Di and Tian. Each level had three levels: primary, middle and high. The Haotian Sutra he practiced was beyond the heaven level. Therefore, in his opinion, the old man had the heaven level skill.

But looking at the old man's appearance, it seems that the heaven level skill is not something that can be touched by the powerful.

"Well, I don't want to use it!" His eyes turned, and Xiao Yan's attitude changed in an instant. The whole person became more and more amiable. With a smile on his face, he arched his hand at the old man.

"I don't know what to call the old gentleman?"

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