Even if it's really unfortunate, a certain big guy really wants to get rid of him, and he still has something to rely on!

That "Tongtian Sect Master" should be very strong, as a saint in the legend of the Flood Desolation, transformed by the Pangu Yuan God, and his teacher is the master of the 'Heavenly Dao', Hongjun Dao Ancestor, if he wants to save Yan Xing, there should be no problem at all.

Although Yan Xing couldn't really feel that the Tongtian Sect Master was by his side, such a character should not break his promise.

Yan Xing looked at the scrolls that were all over the ground, slowly closed his eyes, and he mobilized a trace of true qi in his body to move towards the dragon scales in his hand.

Then, a soft, milky white light enveloped the scrolls that had formed a small mountain.

Shout!

The white light suddenly shone brightly, and there was like an extra white sun in the room, and if there were ordinary people here, they would definitely be temporarily blinded by this dazzling light.

The white light in the room was gone, leaving only three relatively intact wooden tablets on the floor, the rest of which he had stored in the storage scales.

"Whew, whew, whew......" Yan Xing gasped heavily, his immature face was covered with beads of sweat, he looked tired, as if he had a serious illness, and his spirit was very poor.

I thought that I only needed a trace of true qi to get it, but who would have expected that the dragon scales would continue to squeeze out his already small amount of true qi when absorbing, but fortunately, Yan Xing's daily cultivation and training intensity was higher than that of other young dragons, and he was barely able to hold on.

But as there were more and more scrolls shrouded in white light, Yan Xing became powerless, and it was difficult to control the white light to wrap more scrolls, and the worst thing was that he found himself suddenly very tired, like the kind of exhaustion that he hadn't slept for more than ten days, his whole body was weak, and he didn't even want to move.

He was forced to take all the wooden tablets away, and the moment he put them in the dragon scales, a strong sleepiness swept over him, and his body crumbled, as if he was about to fall asleep.

At this time, a refreshing coolness came from his shoulders and then spread to his whole body, feeling like he had found a cold sweet spring on the dry earth, and the irresistible fatigue was suddenly swept away, Yan Xing's spirit lifted and he woke up from the haze of consciousness.

He looked back and saw a slender, white, jade-carved hand pressing on his shoulder, this hand was the source of the coolness, and the owner of this hand was the machine spirit who had been staying beside him!

"You young dragon is too greedy, next time before eating a big fat man, you still have to think about whether you will be choked to death. The machine spirit looked cold, and did not mean to blame Yan Xing, and did not seem to be surprised that he had taken all the scrolls away.

Yan Xing felt very uncomfortable, not because one of the machine spirit's hands was on his shoulder and not put it down, but because the attitude of the machine spirit made him doubtful, he always felt that the current machine spirit was the real machine spirit, and the previous arrogance and unreasonableness were all pretended by her!

As for why the machine spirit was pretended, Yan Xing didn't care, he only knew that the machine spirit was helping him recover his spirit, and there was no malice.

"Remember, storing dragon scales to collect items will determine how much True Qi you consume according to the size and weight of the object, and to move them into the dragon scales requires strong mental power, next time you collect things, remember to collect them little by little. She took her hand off his shoulder.

Not only did he help him recover his spiritual power, but also gave him universal knowledge, even if Yan Xing knew that the machine spirit had no ill will towards him, he would never be naïve enough to think that the machine spirit would be kind to this extent.

It seems that he may have made the right bet, and the person in the secret is trying to help himself!

Then there are definitely good things in the scrolls in the dragon scales, otherwise he wouldn't have specially asked the machine spirit to bring him to this place and give him those scrolls.

"Thank you, Sister Ling, for your help. Yan Xing hugged her fists and saluted to express her sincere gratitude.

But the machine spirit just waved his hand and said a little impatiently: "Okay, don't say it's useless, you quickly record the remaining three scriptures in jade slips, and I'll send you out." ”

Yan Xing nodded, the reason why he didn't collect all the scriptures before and left three scrolls was that he planned to use jade slips to collect these three scrolls, so that going out of the Scripture Pavilion would not arouse suspicion.

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The dragon clan is the oldest race in the Eastern Cadre Realm, from ancient times and even more distant times to this day, no matter which era, the dragon clan occupies a pivotal position in history, although many ancient times can almost compare with their races have been extinct, even if the human race is now prosperous, the dragon clan is still very prosperous, with a strong vitality.

This gilded, decorated with a variety of scripture pavilions is the precipitation of countless years of history of the dragon clan, the truth of countless unsolved mysteries in history may lie quietly in a corner of it, the central pagoda is like a world of its own, including tens of thousands of years of countless powerful exercises in the world, there is really no one in the Eastern Qianjie realm can compare with this.

The door of the first floor of the pagoda is open, a rocking chair, a mahogany table, a porcelain cup, a pot of tea, an old man stays in it leisurely, the old man's face is ruddy, he looks very kind, he tastes tea, gently rocks the rocking chair, the creaking sound blends into the surrounding environment, becomes a part of the world, his movements are so natural and leisurely, as if all this is fate, this old man should be here, the chair should make a creaking sound.

There is no one in the world more leisurely than him, he took a sip of tea, his eyes slightly narrowed and lay on the back of the chair, this most precious scripture pavilion in the Eastern Dry World seems to belong to him alone, is the old man's back garden.

Airplanes......

A white light suddenly lit up behind the old man, and it came and went as fast as it came, and after a second, the white light dissipated.

The old man in the rocking chair did not react, as if he did not feel all this, his eyes were still closed, as if he had fallen asleep, and people did not want to disturb him and disturb the silence.

Yan Xing walked to the wooden table, originally wanting to say something, but when he saw the elder's appearance, he knew that he had no intention of talking to him, so after lingering for a while, he bowed to the old man in the rocking chair, and then walked towards the outside of the Scripture Pavilion.

At this moment, an old and casual voice sounded from behind Yan Xing.

"Young man, I'm impatient after just waiting for so long, don't you talk to me with the old man?"

Yan Xing turned around and found that the old man was still lying in the rocking chair, but his eyes were a little open, as if he had just woken up from a big dream.

He was overjoyed in his heart, then turned around and walked to the wooden table, bowed and saluted, "Xiaolong Yanxing, I have seen the elder." ”

The old man in the rocking chair waved his hand slightly, motioning for him to sit down, and Yan Xing realized that a chair appeared behind him at some point, and there was an extra cup of tea on the table in front of him.

Yan Xing had no choice but to sit down, facing an elder he didn't know at all, he was very nervous in his heart, and even his movements seemed to be restrained and dull, and the whole person was like a log, sitting in his seat in a daze, not knowing what to do.

"Let's have some tea. The old man said, his voice was very casual but seemed to have magical power, Yan Xing felt like he had returned to his previous life, sitting in the garden of the neighbor next door, drinking tea and chatting with Xiaohua's grandfather, his whole body relaxed and let go of his nervousness.

Holding the cup of tea, there were a few tea leaves at the bottom of the cup, the verdant color reminded him of the green vine in the corner of his own courtyard, and then the refreshing fragrance penetrated into his nose, like drinking an ice spring in the summer, Yan Xing's spirit was lifted, and even the last tension in his heart dissipated, and he was truly relaxed.

What kind of tea is this, it actually has such a miraculous effect? If it was normal, Yan Xing would definitely have such a question, but now it is different, his heart is very calm, everything seems to have become irrelevant, the old man in the rocking chair is an ordinary old man, and the tea in the cup is also an ordinary tea.

Yan Xing took a sip of the teacup, like a mountain spring flowing into his mouth, and his lips and teeth were immediately filled with the fragrance of tea, as if the fresh air between heaven and earth was included in this sip of tea, flowing down the esophagus, and the whole body felt refreshed, as if even the soul was washed by this cup of tea.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the process, and the dragon's body was also changing imperceptibly.

A stick of incense time passed, he opened his eyes again, he only took a small sip of the tea in the teacup on the table, but his body and soul simply changed drastically, he clearly felt that his spirit had become stronger, and there was still a trace of strength in his body to constantly wash the impurities in his body, and even the meridians were widened by them.

"Elder Xie gave tea. Yan Xing thanked sincerely, he probably knew the value of this cup of tea, and he also knew the intention of the elders, it was nothing more than to let him relax.

"Hehe, I can't talk about giving tea, but the old man I have nothing to do, I planted the tea tree by myself, and now it is the season to harvest the tea, so I brewed a pot, and it happened that you came here, and you were the first to come out, so I let you taste it. As he spoke, the old man picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, as casual and indifferent as a hermit, and his old face looked particularly kind.

Yan Xing also learned from the old man to take a sip of tea, but this time the effect was not so obvious, and then he gently put the teacup on the table and asked, "Xiaolong is presumptuous, I don't know what the elder is looking for me?"

The old man was not in a hurry, squinted his eyes and tasted the tea carefully, and only said after a long time: "It's okay, it's just that your teacher and classmates haven't come out yet, and you're bored with a dragon, so it's better to accompany the old man and me to drink tea." ”

Yan Xing was stunned for a moment, he thought that the elder who managed the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was looking for him to have something, but he didn't expect that he really just let him taste tea.

The old man seemed to notice Yan Xing's expression, he laughed softly twice, and said, "You young dragons are always impetuous, and it may be a good thing for you to sit down and drink tea." ”

When Yan Xing heard this, after thinking for a while, he also learned from the old man not to think about other things, and completely emptied his entire consciousness, and it was blank.

The past twenty years were erased by the fragrance of tea, and the experience of this life slowly faded, and the world seemed to have only the light fragrance of tea, but in the end, even the fragrance of tea did not know where it went, only blank remained, and he sat quietly on the chair as if he was asleep.

In this state, he does not feel the existence of time, a day, a month, a year are all the same length for him, and time seems weak in a blank.

The true qi in Yan Xing's body flowed extremely fast, and a mysterious energy also flowed from his abdomen to all parts of his body, countless meridians were widened by the true qi, and some hidden small meridians were penetrated, and a layer of mist gradually appeared on the surface of his body, as long as his eyes were good enough, he could even find that this body was emitting a faint fluorescence, and the momentum on his body was constantly being raised.

Yan Xing's momentum finally reached a bottleneck, and his heart shook violently at this time.

Boom!

It was as if the first terrifying thunderbolt slashed when the heavens and the earth first opened, and his blank consciousness was instantly torn open into a huge black opening, and countless memories, troubles, and thoughts gushed out from this opening, and the huge amount of information instantly made Yan Xing's dragon soul reach the limit of what it could bear, and the white space was like a shattered mirror, instantly shattered.

As soon as Yan Xing's throat was sweet, boiling dragon blood was about to gush out of his body.

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(To be continued)......