When the night sun fell, Zeng Ai's eyes obviously lit up, but after thinking about it carefully, they shook their heads at the same time.

What the Seven Styles of Flowing Clouds need is the use of water aura, and what the six types of thunder swords need is the rarer thunder aura, and they have never practiced either one, but mostly use metal, fire, and earth.

Indeed, in terms of combat effectiveness alone, it is indeed much better than the thunder aura that is more difficult to master, and the water aura is mainly entangled, and there are very few martial arts like the Flowing Cloud Seven Styles that make the water aura clean and neat in front of the three of them.

As if guessing what they might be thinking, Yeyang directly covered the surface of their bodies with the aura of five colors, and the divine light that flowed out brightened their eyes again.

"You don't have to have the corresponding spirit body to practice, but compared to the one with the right spirit, the progress of other spirit people who practice that exercise will be slower, and you should know this. ”

At this point, Yeyang also put away his colorful "spirit clothes", and then the violent thunder bloomed at his fingertips and appeared in front of the four of them, and then said:

"Since you all know this fact, why don't you try to learn the sword technique with me? Don't you have confidence in your body and perseverance, or do you think my two sword techniques are too fancy to be suitable for actual combat?"

After a series of questions, Zeng Ai directly took a step forward without thinking about it, and said, "Sir, I want to learn the cloud qi knife technique." ”

With the person who took the lead, Gu Yun and Liao Yiyu no longer had any twists, and they also took a step forward to say the martial arts they wanted to learn, completely no longer thinking about whether Yeyang would come up with good exercises, or take out special exercises that were more suitable for them...

Of course, the answer was that they didn't consider it at all, after getting their answers, it was roughly that Zeng Ai and Gu Yun wanted to learn the Liuyun Seven Style, while Liao Yiyu chose the Six Thunder Knife.

After teaching the three of them the thunder technique and Wan Chaotian that he had learned, he took Zuo Qiu Yan to play.

Although Yeyang had already given that exercise to himself, Zeng Ai and the three of them still felt a little numb in their scalps, and when they ran Zhou Tian according to what the exercise said, they actually felt that the more chaotic but pure aura in their bodies was actually being assimilated.

For a while, the three people who stopped from time to time looked at each other, but Zeng Ai, who seemed to have blind trust in the night sun, still put Wanchaotian into operation after plucking up his courage.

The sun finally woke up, but the pale blue light, which was difficult to observe with the naked eye, fell to the ground.

The forest camp where Gu Yun and the others were was already full of mist, but from that time on, the three people who finally chose to believe in the exercises taught to them by Yeyang were not moved at all, even if their clothes and hair were covered with traces of the mist.

They were cultivating hard, but the night sun with Zuoqiu Yan was already sitting on the trunk of a large tree that was just enough to see the camp.

After relieving himself, Yeyang let go of Zuo Qiuyan's hand, which was being held by him, and an embarrassing atmosphere suddenly appeared.

Zuo Qiu Yan is no longer the cold-faced little girl who follows him, it is just a few years of difference, for them monks, it is not a gap at all, not to mention that except for the time of retreat and cultivation, Zuo Qiu Yan has a lot more time in the world than him.

Yeyang didn't speak, and Zuo Qiuyan didn't mean to speak, so the two of them sat quietly like this.

Although he knew that the atmosphere at the moment was really too bad, Yeyang really didn't know what to say, a woman who was already almost up to his shoulders could still be treated as a little girl by him like when he was a child?

"Is Sir afraid of me when I grow up?"

Zuo Qiu Yan came to such a sentence coldly, which made Yeyang feel a sigh in his heart, and quickly shook his head and responded:

"How could Sir be afraid of you? Among the four students, Sir has spent the longest time with you, and I know exactly what kind of character you are. ”

Some of the responses that resembled explanations had already exhausted all the words that Yeyang could think of that were not weird and more able to establish his relationship with her, but his explanation also provoked a chuckle from Zuo Qiuyan.

That was different from Zuo Qiu, who had a cold face on weekdays, at this moment, after hearing Yeyang's words that seemed to be explaining, she couldn't help but chuckle, and no longer said the words in the tone of Zuo Qiuyan, whom Yeyang first knew:

"I didn't expect Mr. to explain his love to women like this, is he afraid that I will have some other misunderstanding?"

This ridiculous words could come out of Zuo Qiuyan's mouth, and this alone made Yeyang feel very surprised, not to mention that the object of her ridicule at the moment was herself.

The general's eyes narrowed slightly, and he knocked sideways and knocked on Zuo Qiu Yan's head, and said:

"No big or small, sir, are you also able to flirt, if anything, I am your father's generation!"

It is not straightforward or strong, maybe it is what Yeyang looks like at the moment, and he forced himself to Zuoqiu Longyi's generation to look serious, so that Zuoqiu Yan, who touched his head, couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

"Sir, if you remove the time of retreat, how old would you be at this moment?"

Directly ignoring Yeyang's words from his father, Zuo Qiu Yan, who had been living with Qiu Linlin for a long time, finally learned some strange conversation skills.

"You ask what this is about. ”

Although Yeyang felt victorious because Zuo Qiu Yan didn't know how to refute the question he said, he smelled the unusual smell from this sentence, so he didn't answer immediately, but wanted to go around.

"Just ask, there's basically nothing to talk about anyway, those you didn't want to talk about last night, you won't tell me secretly now... Let's do it!"

At the same time as the words fell, the expectation in Zuo Qiuyan's eyes made Yeyang gasp.

When he looked at her again, he had to add some labels to her in his heart, but he didn't realize that he didn't seem to treat her as a child anymore in these few words, but regarded her as an old friend of the opposite sex, just like that southern Xiuxue, but closer than that.

"It's over forty, I can't remember the specifics. ”

Half-perfunctory to say the words, Yeyang also kept an eye on it, and counted the time he spent in that secret realm, plus a sloppy ending, it can be regarded as extremely witty.

"Really, if you exclude the years of retreat and cultivation, I seem to be fifty-seven years old, although this fifty-seven years old is nothing compared to being able to live to thousands of years, but it is also a mortal for more than half a year. ”

As she spoke, Zuo Qiuyan frowned with some pity, as if she was really lamenting something...