For this so-called "Fen Jue", to be honest, Xiao Yan didn't want to give up in his heart. After all, the cultivation technique that can evolve into a heavenly rank is really too tempting for him. Above, as long as anyone possesses the Heaven-Rank Cultivation Technique, he almost has the pass to become the pinnacle powerhouse.
However, although the exercise method is strong, the success rate of less than 20% can be daunting to everyone.
Ten fingers crossed tightly together, Xiao Yan's face looked a little uncertain, hesitation and distress were constantly entangled.
Looking at the silent Xiao Yan quietly, Yao Lao Lao also flashed a complex look on his face. After a long time, he sighed softly, "You can only choose this kind of thing. I don't like to interfere too much, but , I would like to ask one more question... Do you have any feelings for that girl named Xiao Xun'er?"
"Eh?" Started by Yao Lao's unreliable question, Xiao Yan's face was slightly flushed, and he opened his mouth. After a while, he smiled bitterly: "Why did the teacher suddenly ask such a question? Xun'er is my sister, right? , How can I feel about her...?" In the last sentence, Xiao Yan seemed to feel a little weak.
"Haha, sister? You also know that you have no blood relationship with her at all. That girl is only fifteen or six years old now, so that the younger generation of the Xiao family admires her so much. If she grows up in the future , That's okay?" At this point, Yao Lao glanced at Xiao Yan and smiled faintly: "If you can think about it, how would you feel when she was embraced by another man in the future? ?"
The wry smile's face stiffened slightly, Xiao Yan frowned slowly, let out a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "It seems...a bit unacceptable."
"Hey, since you can find it a little hard to accept, then in your heart, you don't just treat her as your sister..." Yao Lao said with a smile.
His face blushed again, Xiao Yan hesitated and couldn't say anything. He stretched out his hands helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "Teacher, what do you want to say?"
"I told you so much, just want you to recognize your emotions...Since you have some evil thoughts about her, then you should also examine your own strength and development potential." His face was slightly condensed, Yao Lao He smacked his lips, and said with some doubts: "That girl's background is a bit scary. I don't know how her background can be related to your little family, but this can't fill the gap between you. That gap, the gap between your identity and her identity is so huge, even if that girl likes you, the people behind her will never agree!"
With his eyes narrowed slightly, Xiao Yan's crossed palms clenched involuntarily.
"This continent is a world where strength is respected. With strength, there is dignity. You can clearly see the attitude of Nalan Yanran at the beginning. The reason why she was able to mock you condescendingly is because of her background. And strength, stronger than you!" Looking at Xiao Yan's appearance, Yao Laoyu sighed earnestly.
"The forces behind Xiao Xun'er are more terrifying than Yunlanzong. Therefore, in their eyes, you are like an ant. Even if you have an outstanding talent for cultivation, they will not pay too much attention to it. After so many years, they see Too many amazing geniuses...Only if you have the strength that truly makes them fearful, will it be possible to get what they want."
Xiao Yan touched his nose and shrugged his shoulders and whispered, "How can I gain that kind of power by practicing this "Fen Jue"?"
"It should be said that it is only possible if you successfully practice "Fen Jue"!" Old Yao shook his head and added solemnly.
With a light sigh, Xiao Yan held his chin with the palm of his hand, and the elegant girl smiled in the past, an inexplicable smile slowly appeared in front of her eyes, and a silver bell-like laughter hovered in her ears.
After a long sigh of relief, Xiao Yan smiled bitterly: "The teacher has said so much, why not interfere with my choice?"
"Hey..." Yao Lao touched his dry old face, smiled happily, and said a little embarrassingly: "Well, I admit that I was a little bit instigating, but from my point of view, I really hope you Can practice this "Fen Jue"."
"You should know that I'm just a soul state right now?" Yao Lao asked, spreading his hands.
Xiao Yan nodded.
"In this state of mine, according to common sense, it should be said to be dead, but because my soul power is much stronger than ordinary people, so I survived in such a weird manner..." Yao Lao laughed at himself. I laughed, and there was a touch of bitterness in the smile.
"I don't like such illusory days. I still have some things that must be done personally, so I need to get out of this soul state.".
"Teacher wants to be resurrected?" Xiao Yan blinked and said in amazement: "There seems to be nothing in this world that can resurrect the dead, right?"
"Under normal circumstances, it is true." Nodded, Yao Lao's eyes quietly heated up: "However, according to some cryptic introductions on "Fen Jue", if the cultivation is successful, it seems that several kinds of different fires that cooperate with each other can be used. Forged a body that can accommodate the soul, and at that time, with a new body, I can be regarded as another kind of rebirth..."
"I have persisted in the dark darkness in the ring for so many years, in order to hope that one day I can meet someone whose soul power meets the requirements. I was lucky and finally met you." Yao Lao's dry old face was hidden. A touch of undetectable sadness.
Yao Lao looked at Xiao Yan, who was staring at him with a pair of pitch-black eyes, and smiled bitterly: "Hehe, these words, you should be my old man's gossip, hey, he clearly said that he will not interfere. , But still can't help but talk too much, it seems that I am really..."
Self-deprecatingly shook his head, Yao Lao stretched out his dry palms, his hands shook slightly, and two scrolls, one black and one red, appeared on the palms.
"The red scroll is a low-level exercise of the fire attribute, and the black scroll is the scroll of "Fen Jue"..." Yao Lao smiled and raised his hand, his dry old face was slightly soft, and said softly: "You choose Well, consider your own factors, as long as you remember, no matter how you choose, you are all my disciples, and I will not blame anything for this."
Staring blankly at the two imaginary scrolls in front of him, Xiao Yan held his chin with his palms. After a long time, he licked his mouth, shrugged and smiled lazily: "Although I am a little afraid of death, I don't have the strength. There is no dignity, Nalan Yanran's kind of insult, I don't want to take it a second time, besides, if it doesn't work, won't it be the same if you change to other exercises at that time."
Shaking his head, Xiao Yan raised a bright smile on his delicate face, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the black scroll in Yao Lao's slightly red and moist old eyes.
When the palm of the hand touched the scroll, the latter turned into a stream of information, which poured straight into Xiao Yan's head.