Fights Break Sphere: I am not Xiao Yan

Chapter 16 The Gears of Destiny Clank

Kudada——

The two halves of the heavy stone door gradually opened, and sunlight poured into the hall, flashing Nalan's eyes.

"Young Master, you finally came out!"

Yun Leng, who had been waiting outside for a long time, hurried forward, clasped his hands together, bowed his head, not daring to look up, not even looking at him straight in the eye.

Respectful to the extreme.

"Elder Yunling?" Nalan Yanran walked quickly over and was about to help.

"Welcome Young Master——"

what?
Nalan froze in his tracks. On the steps in front of the hall, the elders and deacons bowed down in batches, like ripples spreading out from the surging tide.

"you……"

"Welcome Young Master——"

In the square, disciples were arranged in a circle on both sides of the avenue.

A tsunami of people suddenly passed by, and in a few breaths, everyone was subdued by the surging waves of human voices.

"..."

Nalan's eyebrows trembled slightly.

Everything today had a sense of a dream that was not like the human world. The scene of everyone bowing their heads seemed a little inexplicably absurd.

"Welcome, Young Master."

Yun Leng shook his robe and knelt down, presenting him with a cold green jade tablet.

'Continuation of the Order of the Sovereign'

Nalan Yanran's index finger twitched, and her palm hovered in the air in hesitation. Finally, she took the jade token and looked at it for a long time, then turned it over.

Unsurprisingly.

'Yun Yanran'

"Hoo... Elder Yun Leng."

Nalan Yanran exhaled a breath of foul air and put the token back into Yun Leng's hand: "And everyone from Yunlan Sect."

"Young Sect Master?!"

With the warm and cool jade token back in his hand, Yun Leng couldn't help but look up.

"My name is: Nalan Yanran." Nalan tried her best to remain calm, tapping lightly on the jade token with her fingers, allowing Yun Leng to gradually withdraw his hands.

"Young Master~!"

Yun Leng's eyebrows were twisted together, and he took two steps on his knees and whispered angrily: "This is the rule, accept it quickly... Everyone is looking at you!"

"Then let them watch~ and watch as much as they want."

Nalan opened his hands towards him: "The sword is not in my hand anymore."

Yun Leng's eyes trembled and he turned his head to look deep into the hall.

Sect leader Yun Yun had long since disappeared, leaving only a long sword leaning against the sect leader's seat, bathed in light.

"This is an opportunity to become a Dou Huang or even a Dou Zong!" Yun Leng tightly grasped the jade token, feeling very disappointed.

"This is my own choice. Tell me about it when you regret it. Believe me, I will really regret it to death."

Nalan patted his shoulder and said, "A dignified Dou Wang kneels down to me. This is outrageous. Get up quickly."

but--

Yun Leng opened his old eyes pitifully and was about to get up, but a strong wind came down from the sky.

The wing-like green light flashed and collapsed in the wind, and the green fragments of light were blown away by the wind. Nalan's clothes were rustled by the wind, and he raised his hand to shield himself from the wind.

"Master Sect Leader." Yun Leng knelt again.

"Nalan Yanran!"

Yun Yun, whose hair was a little messy, spoke first: "I'll give you one last chance, don't regret it!"

"Humph... If you regret it later, then let's talk about it later."

"Haha~"

Yun Yun walked a few steps to Nalan and looked down at her: "But you will regret it now!"

The slender fingers pinched out a new jade token.

"Oh? Are you so sure?"

"I am so sure!" Yun Yun turned her fingers and the four words 'Nalan Yanran' appeared on them.

thump--

"Master!!!"

...Xiao Yan sat cross-legged and looked inward. The cyclone at his dantian had become extremely dim, and it flickered as if it would collapse in the next moment.

"Uh"

Then, he tried to activate his fighting spirit.

The fighting spirit in the internal organs and blood has completely changed its appearance. After years of infiltration and fusion, the fighting spirit has turned into red and ancient gold.

"Tong Longlong——"

It was like galloping on a horse, with a red torrent flowing through every part of his body.

"—"

It is as bright as the Huangzhong and Dalu bells, and the heavy energy of ancient gold resides deeply in the internal organs.

The Dou Qi cyclone, which was originally dim and about to dormant, suddenly became active, stirring up the Dou Qi to condense and compress rapidly.

A funnel-like cyclone suddenly appeared around Xiao Yan. All the Dou Qi from all directions poured into his body, circulated and condensed in his meridians, and then sprinkled on the cyclone like liquid.

Slowly, the quiet milky white vortex returned to calm, with a few ripples appearing from time to time.

Xiao Yan, who was paddling for three months and waiting for his fighting spirit to run dry, said: …

Yao Lao, who had been stealing and carefully extracting Dou Qi for a long time, said:

Ling Ying, who was monitoring Xiao Yan's declining cultivation: ...

A world that no one is satisfied with comes so suddenly, with dragons flying in the face and big moves right up to the face.

"no--"

Xiao Yan was completely confused: "What the hell is this? I'm a fighting master now? Huh?"

He doesn't even have a technique! How can he be a master?

Can someone who knows what's going on please explain this to me?

"An eleven-year-old fighting master...hiss..."

It took Ling Ying a long time to come back to his senses, his eyes full of disbelief.

Such an achievement is extremely rare even in the imperial family, not to mention that the person in front of him is purely practicing on his own!

"No, you must tell the lady!"

Ling Ying left in a hurry, disappearing into the shadows as his mind wandered.

The two figures turned their heads almost at the same time, one of them seemed to have sensed something, and the other's soul was under his control.

Looking back, the human souls looked at each other.

"Snapped!"

With a sound like a firecracker, Xiao Yan instantly flew into the air, leaving an exaggerated shadow in the air, and slowly landed on the tree branch with the tip of his toes.

"Who are you? No, what the hell!"

Xiao Yan covered his chest with his hands, his heart almost jumped out of fear.

Even if I am mentally prepared, I am not ready to deal with a ghost like you suddenly appearing in my face!
"Haha...don't be afraid, little kid."

Yao Lao was hanging in the air and laughed: "I am not a bad person, nor am I an evil ghost."

"Whoo~"

Xiao Yan remained calm, his toes that were resting on the twigs sank, and his body landed lightly on the ground without any fluctuation in his fighting spirit.

"What a great accomplishment!"

After this move, Yao Lao's eyes lit up.

"My loss of fighting spirit earlier was caused by you, right?" Xiao Yan walked to stand in front of Yao Lao, his voice calm but with a hint of coldness, "What is your purpose?"

"Hey~ little kid, don't be so quick to get angry~"

Yao Lao raised his hand and pressed it lightly, signaling not to get too excited: "It's not a good thing to have a smooth path in cultivation. I just want to temper your character..."

Yao Lao paused and looked at the bucket of cold water for a few more seconds.

Yes, a bucket of cold water. It was a bucket of cold water suspended from the beam by a long rope, a few inches above the ground.

This is Yao Lao’s evaluation of Xiao Yan.

'He has a calm and deep mind. Although it is hard to guess what he is thinking, it is clear that he is of a calm and slow temperament. He is not passionate and often makes decisions before acting.'

'Although it may seem a little gloomy and cold at times, it is neither stone nor ice. It will sway, rise and fall, laugh and scold...'

'My mood is floating and I can't find a solid foundation. It seems that there is always anxiety or something else hidden in the deepest part of my emotions, and I can't touch the ground.'

"It's interesting."

Yao Lao couldn't help but sigh.

(End of this chapter)