Ignoring the gloomy eyes behind him, Xiao Yan held the scroll and registered with the administrator of the douji hall. Only then did he and xun'er talk quietly and slowly walk out of the douji hall. []

"Little bastard, wait for me. After you are assigned to the family, I have plenty of time to deal with you! You are not a bullshit without the protection of the clan leader!" Looking at the disappearing back, Xiao Ning felt a bit itchy with hatred. His clenched back hand hit the bookshelf beside him, leaving a shallow handprint on it.

After leaving the fighting skill hall, Xiao Yan first accompanied the cheerful xun'er to the back mountain for an afternoon. After it was getting dark, he returned to his den.

When he returned to the room, he closed the door. Xiao Yan immediately stepped down on his shoulders, put the scroll on the table, picked up the tea cup, and drank it all at once. He was afraid and said with a wry smile: "this girl can really walk."

"That little girl, it seems that her origin is a little unusual." The old voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Weakly, he lifted his eyes and looked at the old Yao who appeared in the room like a ghost. Xiao Yan curled his lips and asked lazily, "does the teacher know her origin?"

"Hey, it seems that you know something..." old Yao's eyes narrowed slightly and he smiled. Looking at Xiao Yan's curious eyes, he suddenly stopped: "don't ask. Now that you know, it's not good for you. So, it's better not to ask. I can only say that the little girl has a strong background."

After rolling his eyes, Xiao Yan had to fling a middle finger at yaolao with hatred.

"What are you going to do with all this rubbish? I think I have too much energy?" Old Yao came to the table and casually turned over the bundle of scrolls and said in astonishment.

"Rubbish?" When the corner of his mouth was drawn, Xiao Yan groaned weakly: "I can't learn any fighting skills except the palm sucking. I only know how to immerse myself in the spirit of fighting and never learned the fighting skills. In the family, only these yellow steps can be learned at will. If I don't learn these skills, how can I compete with others?"

"BAM, don't you just want to make up fighting skills from me..." the old man gave Xiao Yan a white look, and the shrewd old Yao directly exposed his purpose.

After being exposed, Xiao Yan was not embarrassed. He shrugged his shoulders and looked at Yao Lao with both eyes.

"What's great about fighting skills? When you learn how to refine medicine and advanced fighting skills, someone will rush to your door." The old medicine smiled faintly, completely ignoring Xiao Yan's sad little face.

"But I need advanced fighting skills now, teacher!" Xiao Yan's depressed way.

Looking at Xiao Yan's depressed appearance, yaolao laughed twice and shook his head. Then he jokingly said: "forget it, who let me spread your poor apprentice? In order to prevent you from being disabled, I will teach you."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's spirit was lifted. He was curious about what level of fighting skills his mysterious teacher could touch.

"Although your palm sucking skill is a Xuan level fighting skill, it's not worthy of the name. Now that you are not strong, I'll teach you a Xuan level fighting skill that is famous for its attack power. This fighting skill is not very demanding. You should be able to exert some power with five segments of fighting Qi." Old Yao smiled.

"What level is the Xuan level?" Hearing that it was a Xuan level fighting skill, Xiao Yan's eyes lit up, licked his lips, and hurriedly asked.

"The Xuan level is high. I remember that this fighting skill was begged to be accepted by a person crying. However, I am not very interested in it. If I were not really annoyed by it, I would not agree to help him refine pills." Old Yao said carelessly, with an air of indifference, as if he were talking about garbage on the ground.

"Xuan level senior? Cry and beg you to take it?" There are several black lines hanging from his head. Xiao Yan is a little shocked. The highest fighting skill in his family, which is regarded as the unique skill of the family, is only the intermediate level of the Xuan level. The old Yao casually says that it is the high level of the Xuan level... This strong contrast really makes Xiao Yan feel sad.

"Close your eyes and calm down. I'll pass it on to you." He gave a random command, and the old medicine finger pointed out, and then gently touched Xiao Yan's forehead.

A slight pain in his head, Xiao Yan suddenly realized that there was a lot of information pouring into his mind. The sudden information suddenly made his head swell.

"Eight pole collapse: it is a high-level fighting skill of the Xuan level. It is a close attack fighting skill. It is famous for its strong and powerful attack power. It has been refined to a great degree. The attack contains eight strong Qi, and the power is as powerful as the low-level fighting skill of the earth level!"

His head slowly woke up, and he carefully tasted the rough information in the information. After a long time, Xiao Yan gently breathed a cool breath. Could his attack be comparable to the low-level fighting skills of the ground level?

On the mainland of fighting Qi, the difference between the level of Xuan and the level of earth, regardless of the skills and fighting skills, is like a world of difference, which can not be compared in the same day. But now this is only a high-level eight pole collapse of the level of Xuan. It is claimed that it is superior to the attack power and can be comparable to the level of earth fighting skills. How can Xiao Yan not be shocked.

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Xiao Yan's eyes straightened. If he really learned this fighting skill, I'm afraid he could beat the arrogant Xiao Ning to the ground and find his teeth just by his four fighting Qi

"Don't be shocked. Although the eight pole collapse doesn't have too high requirements for fighting Qi, it has great requirements for the strength of * *. This is a close combat skill. If you use it forcefully, I'm afraid your muscles will break first, not your opponent." The old Yao's subtle words, like a basin of cold water, cleared Xiao Yan's excitement.

"How can we improve * * strength?" After a little silence, Xiao Yan asked anxiously.

"Fighting Qi is the best energy to exercise * *. As the fighting Qi becomes stronger and stronger, * * will become stronger. Of course, if you want to be faster, you need some external stimulation." Old Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to have some bad intentions in his eyes.

"What kind of foreign stimulus?" Looking at the smiling yaolao, Xiao Yan suddenly felt cold all over.

"Be beaten! The harder you get, the better!" Old Yao Yin laughed, and Xiao Yan's face was stiff.