Battle of the Xiao Clan

Chapter 89 Xiao Yan
While Xiao Jue was refining the elixir, Xiao Yan was sitting on the bed in the outer courtyard of the Canaan Academy, a dormitory for senior students, with determined eyes.

"Teacher, I'm ready to start." Xiao Yan said.

An illusory figure appeared, nodded, and said: "I didn't expect you to come to Jia'an Academy during this time, but this is also the most correct choice. I don't want to see you after waking up."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan felt a little guilty, it was because he had given up Fen Jue by switching to a high-level fire attribute kung fu with Yao Chen behind his back. Now, he needs to abolish his kung fu and practice Fen Jue again.

"Have you decided?" Yao Chen asked.

"If you continue to go on like this, the outcome of your three-year agreement is still unknown, but if you do this, it will be a narrow escape."

Xiao Yan smiled freely, and said: "It's been so long, I haven't been able to break through as a Dou Shi, I'm an eight-star Dou Shi, if the teacher can help me refine this strange fire by controlling the cold fire of the bone spirit, then if If Fen Jue is true, I will definitely succeed."

Yao Chen said again: "But no one has practiced Fen Jue."

"Didn't my senior brother already succeed?" Xiao Yan said with a smile, looking very helpless.

Yaochen was silent. He learned that the third-ranked strongman in the black list of the Black Corner Region was named Han Feng, called the Yaohuang, and had the Flame of the Sea of ​​Heavenly Flame in his hand, so he knew it was his villain.

As for Dou Huang's peak strength, I'm afraid that a sea heart flame can only evolve Fenjue to the high-level Xuan level, not to mention, what Han Feng got is only a half-step Fenjue.

If it weren't for the trapped skills, Yao Chen even guessed that Han Feng should be at least a Dou Zong by now, and he might even be a high-level Dou Zong.

As for why Han Feng is still only a sixth-grade pharmacist, Yao Chen has a guess in his mind, but what does it have to do with him?He doesn't care how strong Han Feng is, as long as Xiao Yan can become Douhuang and go to Zhongzhou to find Venerable Feng, he can kill Han Feng.

As for the three different fires he needs for his resurrection, Bone Spirit Cold Fire plus Sea Heart Flame, and then go to Fenyan Valley to borrow Nine Dragons Thunder Fire, or Canaan Academy's Falling Heart Flame, wouldn't that be enough?
As for the other materials needed for resurrection, Yaochen's old friends, such as the Big Three of Danta, would naturally prepare all of them for him.

But now, Yaochen has only one thing to do, to help Xiao Yan refine the Bone Spirit Lenghuo, if Xiao Yan fails, he may also fall into danger, but if Xiao Yan succeeds, he will have the possibility of resurrection hope.

"I hope you don't let me down." Yao Chen thought to himself, and then disconnected himself from Bone Spirit Lenghuo.

In the Black Corner Region, a city called Maple City is located here. The city is not big, but in the Black Corner Region, the owner plays a very important role. Huang Hanfeng lives here.

As the No. 1 alchemist in the black corner domain, Han Feng, who has already become a sixth-grade pharmacist, has a high status in the hearts of many forces and even strong people. Of course, a sixth-grade pharmacist, even a sixth-grade pharmacist Looking at the entire continent, it is quite rare. Even an ordinary Dou Huang or even a Dou Zong powerhouse should be polite when meeting him. After all, everyone knows how appealing a sixth-grade pharmacist is. !
Fengcheng, this city is named after Han Feng, this honor, in the black corner area full of chaos and killing, only a few people can enjoy it, and Han Feng is one of them one!

In the center of the city, there is a bamboo forest that is completely different from the noisy market outside. This bamboo forest has extremely strict defenses. Ordinary people will not only enter, but even if they get close to a certain range, they will be attacked indiscriminately. Many people were killed by the bamboo forest guards for these reasons. Therefore, although this place is quiet, it is also a forbidden place in the hearts of many people in Fengcheng.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a bamboo building, the lush color is like jade, permeating a faint bamboo fragrance.

Among the bamboo buildings, in a tall bamboo room facing the window, a man was sitting cross-legged, wearing a set of alchemist robes, with a very finely crafted "Maple" character on the back of the robes. , At this time, the man was engrossed in a prescription in his hand, with an appearance of no distractions, appearing to be very focused.

Quietly, the man with his head down suddenly raised his head, his sharp eyes shot straight to the far northern sky, where he felt a strange and vaguely familiar strange energy fluctuation.

His brows were slightly frowned, the man's face was quite handsome, his slightly thin lips were tightly pressed together, giving off a cold and stern taste, but it was precisely this that made him more attractive.

"This feeling." The man whispered softly as the scroll in his hand tapped his forehead slowly.

Countless messages kept flashing through his mind. After a while, the scroll hitting his forehead suddenly froze. The man's eyes were like lightning, and he shot at the place where the energy fluctuations came out again. His voice of surprise was a bit stunned: " This seems to be the fluctuation of the strange fire?"

The calm state of mind became turbulent under the sudden energy fluctuations. The man's eyes narrowed, and after a while, his eyes suddenly closed slowly. With a flick of his fingertips, a dark blue flame like a clear lake water appeared, which was strange. It protruded out of the man's body, and finally wrapped him tightly.

This dark blue flame is quite strange, it looks like a pool of clear lake water flowing, but the most real sense, it clearly tells people that this is not a puddle of water, but a kind of flame.
With the rise of the dark blue flame, the man's soul power suddenly increased sharply at this moment. There was a vague feeling before, but at this moment, it seems to be surging around him, extremely clear... …

"Sure enough, it's a different fire!" The dark blue flames all over his body were suddenly retracted, and the man stood up suddenly, staring at the distant mountain range with fiery eyes. After a while, he seemed to recognize something, and frowned again, saying in horror: "Is it the bone spirit of the old guy?!"

"Han Beng!" Turning around abruptly, the man shouted in a deep voice.

As soon as the voice fell, a ghostly figure flashed out, and finally appeared in the bamboo house, kneeling on one knee, his voice was hoarse but still respectful: "What do you want, master?"

"Take these tokens and inform Diyanzong, Eight Gates, Blood Sect, and their suzerains to come to "Maple City" within two hours. I need their help. In addition, these two tokens , I will send you to that place personally, please come to the two gentlemen as well." The man waved out several tokens with strange shapes, and threw them at the figure kneeling on the ground, and the latter also sent them to him as fast as lightning. With the help of this, two tokens, one gold and one silver, were shot over just after they were put into the ring.

Taking the somewhat special gold and silver tokens with both hands, the expressionless figure was slightly moved, and said in a low voice: "Master even invites them? Ordinary people, they don't even see them. This time, I'm afraid that the master will invite them." We need to come up with what they are passionate about."

"Just do as I say. If I can achieve my goal, what they want will naturally not be a problem." The man waved his hand lightly.

"Yes!" Hearing this, the figure no longer hesitated, and responded respectfully, and then the figure quickly plunged into the darkness, and then disappeared.

Watching the black shadow disappear, the man let out a sigh of relief, walked slowly to the window, gazed at the distant mountains, and a dark blue flame suddenly burst into his pupils.

The man clenched his palms tightly, and just about to speak, his brows suddenly frowned. He covered his chest with his palms, coughed a few times, and his breath became a little disordered at this moment.

The cough lasted for a long time before it subsided slowly. The man took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Damn old guy, if you gave me the "Fen Jue" to practice back then, everything would be fine. No, my alchemy talent is much better than yours!" At the end of the sentence, it was much lower, but judging from his clenched fists, one can imagine the anger and hatred in his heart.

(End of this chapter)