Chapter 8 Chapter Eight: The Mysterious Old Man

Leaving the hall with an indifferent expression, Xiao Yan, who was a bit distracted, slowly climbed up the back mountain of his family according to his usual habits, sat on the mountain wall, and calmly looked at the steep mountain shrouded in mist opposite him. It is the famous Warcraft Mountain Range of the Jia Ma Empire. "Hehe, strength... In this world, there is no strength, even a pile of shit, at least, no one dares to step on shit!" The shoulders shrugged slightly, and the young man's deep self-deprecating laughter was filled with grief and indignation. , hovering slowly on the top of the mountain.

Putting his fingers into his black hair, Xiao Yan bit his lips tightly, allowing the faint blood to spread from the corners of his mouth. Although he did not show any inappropriate emotions in the hall, Nalan Yanran's That sentence was like a knife cut in his heart, making Xiao Yan tremble all over... "Today's insult, I don't want to suffer a second time!" Spreading his left hand with a bloodstain, Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse but firm. "Hey, little baby, it seems that you need help?" Just as Xiao Yan engraved the oath in his heart, an old strange laughter suddenly entered his ears.

As soon as his face changed, Xiao Yan turned around suddenly, his eagle-like eyes scanned 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, that strange laughter came out again without borders. Shrinking his pupils, Xiao Yan's gaze suddenly stopped on the... black and simple ring on his right hand. "Is it you talking?" Xiao Yan suppressed the panic in his heart and tried his best to calm down his voice. "Little baby's concentration is pretty good, and she didn't jump down because of fright." A playful laugh sounded from within the ring.

"Who are you? Why are you in my ring? What do you want?" After a little silence, Xiao Yan asked a key question clearly. "Don't worry about who I am, I won't harm you anyway, ah, after so many years, I finally met someone with a soul strength level, I'm so lucky, hehe, but I still have to thank the little baby for the three years of worship Ah, otherwise, I'm afraid I will have to continue to sleep." "Worship?" Blinking his eyes in doubt, a moment later, Xiao Yan's small face suddenly darkened, Senhan's words popped out with difficulty from between his teeth: "The fighting spirit that disappeared inexplicably in my body, Is it your fault?"

"Hey, I was also forced to be helpless, don't blame the little baby." "I fuck your mother!" Xiao Yan, who always claimed to be calm and calm, suddenly jumped up like a lunatic at this moment, his face was full of ferocity, and he didn't care if it was a relic left by his mother. Facing the steep, throw it out... As soon as the ring left his hand, Xiao Yan's mind suddenly cleared, and he hurriedly reached out to grab it, but the ring that left his hand had already fallen straight off the cliff... Staring blankly at the ring that disappeared into the mist, Xiao Yan was stunned for a long moment, his small face calmed down slowly, and he patted his forehead in annoyance: "Idiot, you are too reckless, you are too reckless!"

He just found out that the culprit of the humiliation he suffered in the past three years turned out to be the ring he had been wearing all along, so it was no wonder that Xiao Yan lost control and became like this. After sitting on the edge of the cliff for quite a while, Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly, got up, turned around, stared sharply, and pointed at the thing in front of him with trembling fingers... In front of Xiao Yan, a pitch-black simple ring was floating at this moment. What shocked Xiao Yan the most was that a transparent old man was floating above the ring... "Hey, little baby, there is no need to be so furious, right? Isn't it just that you have absorbed your fighting spirit for three years." The transparent old man stared at the stunned Xiao Yan with a smile, and said.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Xiao Yan suppressed his anger in his voice: "Old guy, since you are hiding in the ring, you should also know how much ridicule you have brought to me because you absorbed my fighting spirit, right? " "But during these three years of ridicule, have you grown? Do you think that if it was three years ago, you would have the stamina and intelligence you have now?" With a noncommittal smile, the old man said lightly. Frowning, Xiao Yan's mood gradually calmed down. After the rage was over, joy followed. Now that he knew the mystery of the disappearance of Dou Zhiqi, now, his talent must have returned!

As long as he remembered that he finally had the opportunity to shed the title of waste, Xiao Yan's body felt as if he had been reborn, and the nasty old man in front of him didn't look too annoying anymore. Some things are precious only when they are lost!Lost and recovered will make people cherish it even more! Gently stretching his wrist, Xiao Yan let out a long breath, raised his head and said, "Although I don't know who you are, but I want to ask, you still want to cling to the ring to absorb my fighting spirit in the future. ? If that's the case, I advise you to find another host, I can't afford you."

"Hey, other people don't have such a powerful soul perception like you." The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "Since I chose to show myself, I will naturally not absorb it again without your permission." Your fighting spirit." Xiao Yan rolled his eyes, sneered and said nothing, he had already made up his mind, no matter how smooth the old man's words, he would never let him by his side again. "Little baby, do you want to become stronger? Do you want to be respected by others?" Although his heart had already classified the old man as a party not to be messed with, Xiao Yan's heart couldn't help but beat in these words.

"Now I know the reason for the disappearance of fighting spirit. With my talent, do I still need you to become stronger?" Taking a breath slowly, Xiao Yan said lightly, knowing in his heart that there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. , It is not a wise decision to accept the favor of a mysterious person inexplicably. "Little baby, your talent is certainly very good, but you have to know that you are fifteen years old now, and your fighting spirit is only in the third stage. I seem to have heard that you should have a coming-of-age ceremony next year Right? Do you think that in just one year, you can soar to the seventh stage of Dou Qi just by practicing diligently? And you also made a bet with that girl for three years, the talent of that girl is not How much lower than you, you want to catch up with her and surpass her, how can it be so easy." The old man's wrinkled old face is like a blooming chrysanthemum at this moment.

"If you hadn't absorbed my fighting spirit, would I have been so humiliated by her? You old bastard!" After being stabbed by the old man, Xiao Yan's face was gloomy again, and he gritted his teeth angrily and cursed. After a round of cursing, Xiao Yan languished on his own again. At this point, no matter how much he scolded him, it was useless. The foundation of combat qi training is very important. Back then, he practiced qi at the age of four, and after six full years of training, he only possessed the ninth-dan Fighting Qi, even if one's talent has recovered now, it is basically impossible to cultivate to the seventh stage of fighting Qi within a year... Sighing in frustration, Xiao Yan glanced at the transparent old man who pretended to be inscrutable, his heart moved, and he pursed his lips and said, "You have a solution, right?" "Perhaps." The old man said with a strange smile. "You helped me reach the seventh level of Dou Qi in one year. How about you canceling the fact that you absorbed my Dou Qi for three years?" Xiao Yan asked tentatively. "Hey, the little doll is very scheming." "If you can't help me, then why should I bring a towel bottle with me? I think you should find another unlucky guy to bend over..." Xiao Yan sneered, and after chatting for a while, he also saw that This transparent old man doesn't seem to be able to absorb other people's fighting spirit casually. "You don't look like a fifteen-year-old boy at all. It seems that you have grown a lot in the past three years. Can this be regarded as my own evil?" Looking at the slippery Xiao Yan, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry. shook his head. Xiao Yan spread his hands and said indifferently: "If you want me to continue to enshrine you, you have to show some sincerity, right?" "What a sharp-toothed little doll, okay, okay, who told the old man, I still beg you, little guy." He nodded helplessly, the old man lowered to the ground, and looked at Xiao Yan several times. A strange smile that succeeded in trickery quickly appeared on his face, and then dissipated. After hesitating for a while, he seemed to be extremely reluctant and said: "Do you want to become a pharmacist?"