Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Choice

Regarding this so-called "Fen Jue", to be honest, Xiao Yan really didn't want to give up. After all, it was too tempting for him to be able to evolve into a heaven-level kung fu. In fact, as long as anyone has the heaven-level skills, he almost has a passport to become a peak powerhouse. However, although the technique is strong, the success rate of less than 20% can make everyone discouraged. Ten fingers crossed tightly together, Xiao Yan's face looked a little cloudy, with hesitation and distress constantly entangled. Quietly looking at Xiao Yan in silence, a complex look flashed across Yao Laolao's face, and after a long time, he sighed softly: "This kind of thing can only be chosen by you, and I don't want to interfere too much, but , I want to ask an extra question... Do you have any feelings for that girl named Xiao Xun'er?"

"Eh?" Startled by Yao Lao's imaginative question, Xiao Yan blushed a little, opened his mouth, and smiled wryly after a while, "Why did the teacher suddenly ask such a question? Xun'er is my sister, right?" , How can I feel about her?" Xiao Yan seemed to feel a little weak in the last sentence. "Hehe, younger sister? You also know that you have no blood relationship with her at all. That girl is only fifteen or sixteen years old now, and the younger generation of the Xiao family admire her endlessly. If she grows up in the future , that’s okay?” Speaking of which, Yao Lao glanced at Xiao Yan, and said with a faint smile: “If you can think about it, one day in the future, she will be embraced by another man, then how would you feel?” ?”

The wry smile froze slightly, Xiao Yan frowned slowly, exhaled lightly, and said in a low voice: "It seems... a bit unacceptable." "Hey, since you find it hard to accept, then in your heart, you don't simply regard her as your younger sister..." Yao Lao said with a half-smile. His face turned red again, Xiao Yan hesitated and couldn't speak, he spread his hands helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "Teacher, what exactly do you want to say?" "I'm telling you so much, I just want you to recognize your emotions...Since you have some evil thoughts about her, then you should also examine your own strength and development potential." The old man smacked his lips, and said with some doubts: "That girl's background is a bit scary. I don't know how she has something to do with your small family with her background, but it can't fill the gap between you. That gap, the gap between you and her status is too huge, even if that girl likes you, but those people behind her will never agree!"

Squinting his eyes slightly, Xiao Yan clenched his forked palms involuntarily. "This continent is a world where strength is respected. With strength, there is dignity. You can clearly see Nalan Yanran's attitude back then. The reason why she can mock you condescendingly is because of her background. Stronger than you!" Looking at Xiao Yan's appearance, Yao Laoyu sighed earnestly. "The power behind Xiao Xun'er is more terrifying than the Misty Cloud Sect, so in their eyes, you are like an ant. Even if you have outstanding cultivation talent, they will not pay too much attention to it. After so many years of inheritance, they see you There have been too many amazing geniuses... Only if you show the strength that makes them afraid, can you get your wish."

Xiao Yan touched his nose, shrugged his shoulders and said softly: "Cultivating this "Fen Jue", can I get that kind of power?" "It should be said that it is only possible if you successfully practice the "Fen Jue"!" Yao Lao shook his head and added solemnly. Sighing lightly, Xiao Yan propped his chin with his palm, the frowns and smiles of the elegant girl in the past, inexplicably slowly reappearing in front of his eyes, and the delicate laughter like a silver bell lingered in his ears. After taking a long breath, Xiao Yan smiled wryly, "Teacher has said so much, why don't you interfere with my choice?"

"Hey..." Yao Lao touched his dry old face, smiled embarrassingly, and said with a little embarrassment: "Well, I admit that I was a little provocative, but from my point of view, I really hope You can practice this "burning formula"." "You should know, I'm just in a soul state right now?" Yao Lao spread his hands and asked. Xiao Yan nodded. "In this state, according to common sense, I should be said to be dead. However, because my soul power is much stronger than ordinary people, I survived in such a strange way..." Yao Lao laughed at himself He smiled, with a hint of bitterness in his smile.

"I don't like this kind of illusory life, I still have some things that must be done by myself, so I need to get out of this state of soul.". "Teacher wants to be resurrected?" Blinking his eyes, Xiao Yan said in astonishment, "There seems to be nothing in this world that can resurrect the dead, right?" "Under normal circumstances, this is indeed the case." Nodding, Yao Lao's eyes quietly became hot: "However, according to some cryptic introductions on the "Fen Jue", if the cultivation is successful, it seems that several different fires that cooperate with each other can be used. Forge a body that can accommodate the soul, and at that time, with a new body, I can be regarded as another kind of rebirth..."

"I have persisted in the darkness of the ring for so many years in order to hope that one day I can meet someone whose soul power meets the requirements. I am very lucky to meet you in the end." Yao Lao's dry old face hides A touch of imperceptible sadness. Yao Lao looked at Xiao Yan who was staring at him with a pair of pitch-black eyes, and said with a bitter smile: "Hehe, take these words as gossip from an old man like me, alas, I clearly said that I would not interfere. , but I still can't help talking too much, it seems that I really..." Shaking his head mockingly, Yao Lao stretched out his withered palms, shaking his hands slightly, two illusory scrolls, one black and one red, appeared on the palms of his hands respectively.

"The red scroll is a fire-attribute low-level cultivation method, and the black scroll is the "Fen Jue"..." Yao Lao smiled and raised his hand, his dry old face was slightly soft, and said softly: "You Choose, consider your own factors, as long as you remember, no matter how you choose, you are still my disciple, and I will not blame anything for it." Staring blankly at the two illusory scrolls in front of him, Xiao Yan propped his chin with his palm. After a long time, he just licked his lips, shrugged his shoulders and said with a lazy smile: "Although I am a little afraid of death, but I don't have the strength. There is no dignity, Nalan Yanran's humiliation, I don't want to suffer a second time, besides, if it really doesn't work, wouldn't it be the same to switch to other exercises when the time comes."

Shaking his head, a bright smile appeared on Xiao Yan's delicate face, he stretched out his hand, and grabbed the black scroll in Yao Lao's slightly red and wet old eyes. When the palm touched the scroll, the latter turned into a stream of information and poured directly into Xiao Yan's head.