Chapter Seventy-Nine: Soul Fighting Technique: The Sky is Cold (7)

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows, and a touch of helplessness appeared on his faintly confused face: "Should I say that this fighting technique is magical, or should I say that the surname of the person who created it is Meng, I have never heard of such a cultivation method, it can't be fake, right?" ”

"However, judging from my current rough comprehension, with the soul power of my current Emperor Realm peak, plus two ghost spirits that are not low ranked, the power that can be exerted is indeed much stronger than that of Huangquan Heavenly Fury. In this way, it seems that this fighting skill is really like that. Xiao Yan closed his fighting skills and muttered to himself, feeling that one head was as big as two heads.

"Let's go ask Elder Zhan."

But Xiao Yan turned his head and thought of the word "menopause", he immediately dispelled this idea, if Zhan Lao was willing to say it, he would have told himself a long time ago, since he refused to say it, why should he ask for trouble.

"If you can use it better than what you use now, you can use it first, and you will always know what is going on when you continue to cultivate." Xiao Yan tilted his head slightly, comforting himself, but he swore in his heart that he would never dare to use the technical terms on the earth again in the future.

"It's been so long since you've been in, it's time to get out."

There was nothing to do in the tower, Xiao Yan was worried about the situation in the Xiao Mansion, and after saying goodbye to Zhan Lao, he touched Long Yi's head again, and his figure flashed and appeared in the Xiao Mansion.

The Xiao Mansion is still quiet, with bubbling springs on both sides and blooming flowers, which makes this beautiful place more flexible.

"Looks like everyone hasn't come back yet." Xiao Yan walked along the path paved with snow jade, enjoying the beautiful scenery on both sides, and after the penance, there was a beautiful scenery that was pleasing to the eye, and it was also a kind of relaxation.

Crossing the small bridge and turning the corridor, Xiao Yan's gaze fell on a small pavilion not far away.

The small pavilion is very beautiful, and there are several delicate bells hanging in the slightly upturned pavilion corners, which sound with the wind, and the sound of hitting each other is very crisp.

But Xiao Yan's gaze did not stop at the small pavilion, but at a figure in the small pavilion.

The figure looks a little sluggish, with the deep traces left by the years, but the waist pole is straight, and it is Xiao Yao who is watching the goldfish in the pool by the railing.

"Ancestors." Xiao Yan said hello and walked forward.

Hearing Xiao Yan's voice, Xiao Yao looked back with a smile, suddenly stretched out his palm, and pressed the void.

In mid-air, a palm print made of condensed fighting qi rapidly expanded, blocking all of Xiao Yan's retreats.

Xiao Yan was stunned, a silver light flashed under his feet, and with a flip of his palm, the Heavenly Fire Ancient Ruler waved a fire shadow and blasted out.

There was a loud "boom", the palm print disappeared, Xiao Yan's steps were staggered, and he retreated dozens of feet before he stabilized his footsteps.