The setting sun penetrated the window and shone on Yan Cheng's face full of determination, and Yan Long, who was standing outside the door, was a little stunned for a while.

In Yan Fall's body, Yan Long seemed to see his childhood, and with extremely poor magical qualifications, he had no choice but to embark on the path of a swordsman.

It is difficult for a magician to cultivate, but a swordsman to cultivate is hard, and a swordsman who has not been tempered by life and death will not become a real swordsman, so Yanlong has faced the threat of death countless times on the path of cultivation.

Magicians, on the other hand, only need to endure boredom and the trouble of slow promotion, and when fighting, they can directly distance themselves and release their magic.

The Yan Dragon who chose the path of a swordsman, just like the current Yan Fall, had a face full of determination.

The father and son under the sun looked at each other silently, and after a long time, Yan Long suddenly felt that his eyes were a little sour, don't turn his head, and said in a trembling voice: "Shen'er, since you have chosen the path of becoming magician...... Then there is very little I can help you with. ”

After speaking, Yan Long's palm flipped over, and a yellowed book appeared in his hand.

Looking at the book in his hand, Yan Long's eyes were full of soft colors, and a few large characters were written on the yellowed book cover: "Fire Magic Spell." ”

"Fall, come here. ”

Stroking the book in his hand, Yanlong spoke.

Walking forward, Yan Cheng also saw the book in Yan Long's hand, since childhood, Yan Cheng was very smart, so he could also recognize the font on this book.

"I'll give you this book, this is the only thing Dad can help you, since you have chosen the path of magic, magic spells are extremely precious, and with this book, your magic spells will basically not be in short supply. ”

Yanfall took the book, opened it casually, and was immediately shocked, although the book was not thick, only more than ten pages, but there were several magic spells on each page!

And in front of the magic spell, the level is marked, Yan Fall took a look, there are indeed very few magic below the fifth order, the first-order magic has a fireball technique, and the Xuanhuo shield, the second-order is only a big fireball technique, and the big fire shield, the third order only appeared the first range of fire magic, and the fire magic above the fourth order has become more.

Turning to the last page, Yan Fall's hand shook, and he almost didn't drop the book on the ground.

On the last page, there were only three spells in total, these three spells looked extremely complicated, Yanfall just glanced at it with his eyes, and immediately felt dizzy, and these three spells were preceded by the same two words: "Forbidden spell." ”

What the forbidden spell is, Flamefall is not clear, but he always feels that these three spells should be not ordinary.

Suddenly, Yanfall understood the preciousness of this book, looked up at his father, and a strong warmth arose in his heart.

Yanlong seemed to think of something, patted his head and said, "By the way, Shen'er, you have awakened the bloodline, so what color is the flame?"

"Flames?"

Yan Yan was stunned for a moment, and the smart purple flame appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously replied, "Purple." ”

"Purple?"

Hearing this, Yanlong frowned, came to the table and sat down, supported his chin with his hand, and fell into deep thought.

"Weird...... Why is it purple? Even if it's the same gold as you, it shouldn't be purple......"

Yan Yan looked at his father who kept muttering strangely, a little confused.

"Meteor, can you release this flame and show me?"

Yan Long thought about it for a long time and didn't figure it out, so he could only let Yan Fall release the flames and take a look.

"I'll try. ”

Nodding, Firefall began to try to summon the flames.

After searching in his body for a long time, Yanfall finally found the purple flame in the dantian position in his lower abdomen.

The purple flame lay there quietly like a lonely king, as if asleep, and the flame fell a few times, but the purple flame remained indifferent.

"This ......"

Raising his head a little embarrassed, Yan Yan blushed and said, "It seems to be sleeping, and I can't wake it up no matter how much I call it." ”

"Sleep?"

Yan Long's brows furrowed even tighter, and he shook his head and said, "Strange, it shouldn't be like this, the flame of this bloodline should be very active, how can you sleep?"

"By the way, Father, a book came to my mind, called ...... Emperor Flame Jue. ”

After thinking for a moment, Yanfall suddenly said.

"Emperor Flame Jue?, then it should be fine, but this flame ......"

Yan Long seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately shook his head and said, "That's it, Shen'er, from tonight, you start meditating, I want to see how fast your cultivation is, so as to determine whether that purple flame is good or bad." ”

"Yes, Father. ”

Yanfall nodded, and that night, Yanfall sat on the bed and quietly began to meditate.

The town in the night was extremely quiet, at first, Yan Fall could not devote himself to meditation, a sense of sleepiness hit, Yan Cheng shook his head, and the voice that looked like his mother seemed to sound in his mind again.

"I must be strong!"

Biting the tip of his tongue, the tingling sensation shocked Yanfall's spirit, but it only lasted for a while, and the feeling of drowsiness struck again.

"No, if you go on like this, you won't be able to enter a meditative state at all!"

Yan Yan scratched his head in distress, Yan Long had said before that if he really entered a state of meditation, not only would he not be sleepy, but he would be very spiritual, after all, what meditation cultivates is spiritual power.

But there are many people who want to become magicians, but they can't get through this first hurdle, and they often can't enter the meditation state after working hard for ten days and half a month, and finally they can only choose to give up and find another way, which is also the difficulty of magician cultivation.

With that, Flamefall got up from the bed and tiptoed out of the house.

Glancing cautiously at his sleeping father, Yan Yan pushed open the door and walked out.

Since it was late autumn, the night in late autumn was still very cold, and Yan Fall was only wearing a thin shirt, and when he went out, a cold wind suddenly hit, making Yan Fall shiver smartly, and he suddenly lost his sleepiness.

Although he shivered with cold, Yan Cheng was very happy in his heart, and in this way, it should be much easier to enter the meditative state!

Walking to a bluestone in the courtyard and sitting down, Yanfall concentrated and began to meditate.

I have to say that this method is really good, to enter meditation first you need to ensure the spirit, under the stimulation of the cold wind, naturally needless to say, Yan Cheng closed his eyes and felt the surrounding qiē, gradually, as time passed, Yan Cheng found that the surrounding qiē became clear.

Although his eyes were closed, Yan Cheng could sense the grass that was still growing tenaciously on the ground near him, as well as the whirring of the wind, which was so clear.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and Flamefall finally entered a meditative state.

In the dilapidated house, Yan Long opened his eyes the moment Yan Cheng got out of bed, and saw Yan Cheng's movements, Yan Long was stunned and puzzled at the beginning, and then doubted, when he saw Yan Cheng sitting on the bluestone and shivering, that doubt turned into shock and pity.

Yan Long didn't expect that Yan Fall was so eager for strength!

In order to be able to stay awake and meditate on a cold night, this kind of thing is something that only a few people can do!

When Yanfall stopped trembling and entered a meditative state, Yanlong's eyes widened, and at the same time he roared, "This...... How is that possible?"

Yan Long's hands trembled a little, how long had it been? In less than half a night, Yan Fall was able to enter a meditative state on his own?

"Fall...... Is there really any hope for magic to be revived in your hands?"

Yan Long stood in front of the window, staring at his son, and after a moment, the sound of self-muttering echoed through the dilapidated house.