The mysterious old man left the hall indifferently. Some of Xiao Yan, who was absent-minded, slowly climbed up the back mountain of the family according to his usual habits, sat on the mountain wall, and calmly looked at the steep mountains shrouded in fog opposite. There was the famous mountain vein of Warcraft in the gama empire&# 39;

"Hehe, strength... In this world, without strength, even a lump of dog shit is worse than me. At least, no one dares to step on it!" The shoulders shrugged gently, and the young man's deep self mocking laughter, with grief and anger, wandered slowly on the top of the mountain.

His fingers are inserted into his black hair. Xiao Yan's teeth bite his lips tightly and let the light blood spread around his mouth. Although he did not show any improper mood in the hall, the words of Nalan Yanran were like a knife cut in his heart, making Xiao Yan tremble all over

"Today's insult, I don't want to take it again!" Spread out the left hand with a blood mark. Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse but firm.

"Hey, little doll, it seems you need help?"

Just as Xiao Yan was making a vow in his heart, an old strange laugh suddenly came to his ears.

Xiao Yan suddenly turned around when his small face changed. His eagle like sharp eyes swept behind him for a while, but he didn't find half a figure

"Hey, don't look for it. It's on your finger."

Just when Xiao Yan thought it was just an illusion, the strange laughter came out again.

The pupils of his eyes contracted, and Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly stopped on his right hand... The black antique ring.

"Are you talking?" Xiao Yan tried to hold back his fear and tried to calm his voice.

"The little doll's concentration is not bad. She didn't jump out of fear." In the ring, there was a banter.

"Who are you? Why are you in my ring? What do you want?"

After a little silence, Xiao Yan clearly asked the key questions.

"You don't care who I am. Anyway, I won't hurt you. Alas, after all these years, I finally met a person who has passed the soul strength test. It's really lucky. Hehe, but I still have to thank the little doll for the three years of sacrifice. Otherwise, I'm afraid I have to continue to sleep."

"Worship?" He blinked suspiciously. After a while, Xiao Yan's small face suddenly darkened. The words of Sen Han jumped out of his teeth with difficulty: "the fighting spirit disappeared inexplicably in my body. Is it you who did it?"

"Hey, hey, I'm forced to have no choice. Don't blame the baby."

"I fuck your mother!"

Xiao Yan, who has always claimed to be calm and calm, suddenly jumped up like a madman. His small face was full of ferocity. Regardless of whether it was a relic left by his mother, without thinking, Lima pulled off the ring on his finger and threw it against the steep ground

The ring had just left his hand, and Xiao Yan's heart was suddenly cleared, and he hurriedly reached out for it. But the ring that left his hand had fallen straight off the cliff

Looking at the ring that disappeared in the fog, Xiao Yan was shocked for a long time. His small face calmed down slowly, and he patted his forehead with regret: "stupid, too reckless, too reckless!"

It was just learned that the chief culprit of his humiliation over the past three years was the ring he had been wearing. No wonder Xiao Yan lost control and became like this.

After sitting on the edge of the cliff for a long time, Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly, climbed up and turned around. His eyes glared fiercely, and his fingers trembled and pointed at the things in front of him

In front of Xiao Yan, a dark and simple ring is suspended at this time. What shocked Xiao Yan most is that a transparent old figure is floating above the ring

"Hey, little doll, don't be so angry. I've absorbed your fighting spirit for three years." The transparent old man stared at the gaping Xiao Yan with a smile and said.

The corner of his mouth twitched. In Xiao Yan's voice, he suppressed his anger: "old fellow, since you are hiding in the ring, you should also know how much ridicule you have brought to me because you have absorbed my fighting spirit?"

"But in these three years of ridicule, you have grown up, haven't you? Do you think that if it were three years ago, you could have the endurance and mind you have now?" He smiled noncommittally, and the old man said faintly.

With a frown, Xiao Yan's mood gradually calmed down. After his anger was over, joy followed. Now that he knew the mystery of the disappearance of fighting Qi, his talent must have returned!

As long as he thought that he had the chance to take off the title of "trash", Xiao Yan's body was almost as happy as if he had been reborn. The ugly old man in front of him did not seem too annoying.

Some things are precious only when they are lost! Lost and recovered, people will cherish it more!

After stretching his wrist, Xiao Yan took a long breath and looked up and said: "although I don't know who you are, I want to ask you, do you still want to attach to the ring to absorb my fighting spirit? In that case, I advise you to find another host. I can't support you."

"Hey hey, other people don't have your strong soul perception." The old man touched his beard and smiled: "since I chose to appear, I will not absorb your fighting spirit until I get your permission."

Xiao Yan rolled his eyes and sneered. He had made up his mind that no matter how sweet the old man talked, he would not let him follow him.

"Little doll, do you want to be strong? Do you want to be respected by others?" Although the old man has been designated as a party not to be offended, Xiao Yan's heart still can't help beating.

"Now I know the reason why the fighting Qi disappears. Do I need you to become stronger with my talent?" Taking a slow breath, Xiao Yan said softly. He knew in his heart that there was no free lunch in the world. It was not a wise decision to accept the favor of a mysterious person.

"Little doll, your talent is very good, but you have to know that you are now 15 years old, and your fighting spirit is only the third paragraph. I seem to have heard that you should have a coming of age ceremony next year. Do you think that you can rise to the seventh paragraph of fighting spirit in just one year by just practicing hard? And you have gambled with the girl for three years. The girl's talent is not much lower than yours. Oh, you want to catch up with her And surpass it. How can it be so easy. " The old man's wrinkled face is like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"If you hadn't absorbed my fighting spirit, I would have been so humiliated by her, you old bastard!" After being stabbed to the pain by the old man, Xiao Yan's face was again gloomy, and he was so angry that he gnawed his teeth and cursed.

After a lot of scolding, Xiao Yan fell down again. At this point, no matter how much scolding is useless. The cultivation of fighting Qi is particularly important. At that time, he practiced Qi at the age of four and had practiced it for six years before he had the ability to fight for nine periods. Even though his talent has returned, it is basically impossible to cultivate seven periods of fighting Qi in one year

With a sigh of frustration, Xiao Yan glanced at the transparent old man who pretended to be profound and unpredictable. His heart moved and he said: "do you have a way?"

"Maybe." The old man smiled vaguely.

"You helped me to achieve seven periods of fighting Qi in one year. How about you cancel the matter of absorbing my three years of fighting Qi?" Xiao Yan asked tentatively.

"Hei hei, the little doll is very calculating."

"If you can't help me, why should I take a drag bottle with me? I think you'd better find another unlucky guy to curl up..." Xiao Yan sneered. After chatting for a while, he also saw that the transparent old man seemed unable to absorb the fighting spirit of others.

"You don't look like a 15-year-old boy at all. It seems that you have really grown a lot in the past three years. Can it be considered that I have eaten my own fruit?" Looking at the greasy Xiao Yan, the old man was stunned, and immediately shook his head.

Xiao Yan spread out his hand and said lightly: "if you want me to continue to worship you, you must show some sincerity?"

"What a sharp mouthed little doll. Good, good, who would let me beg you, the old man?" He nodded helplessly. The old man fell down to the ground and looked at Xiao Yan for several times. A strange smile of the success of the treacherous scheme quickly appeared on his face. It disappeared immediately. After a moment of hesitation, he seemed to be very reluctant to say: "do you want to become a pharmacist?"