Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 385 The Emperor is coming!!!
Xiao Yan was certain that there was absolutely no such person in his mind.

He was about thirty years old, with an extremely handsome face and eyes so deep that they could almost draw people in, making it difficult for them to extricate themselves. And more importantly,
He didn't have any fluctuations of fighting spirit!

With Xiao Yan's current soul power, even Elder Su Qian, who was known as the head of the inner courtyard, could not hide his entire cultivation in front of him.

And those elders at the Dou Wang and Dou Huang levels can even judge the specific cultivation level of the other party just by their breath.

In other words, the person in front of him either has no cultivation at all, or is a powerful person whose strength is far superior to that of Elder Su Qian!
Of course, Xiao Yan would not be so foolish as to regard the other party as a weak and incompetent scholar.

Therefore, the only answer left is the latter.

Is it a high-level Dou Zong, or a peak Dou Zong? Or something even more horrifying?
Dou Zun? !
Thinking of the terrifying realm that was the best in the Northwest Region, Xiao Yan's breathing stagnated, and he couldn't help but look horrified.

Meeting a Dou Zun-level figure may be something that many Dou Wang or even Dou Huang-level cultivators may find difficult to achieve in their entire lives.

It is truly a blessing to be able to meet you here by chance.

".senior."

Xiao Yan suppressed his inner shock and bowed respectfully to the other party.
"I didn't mean any offense, kid."

"However, judging from your attitude, you are probably not staying in this pavilion just to enjoy the scenery."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, the man narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with interest, "Why do you think so?"

"Even with my keen eyesight, I can tell that the senior is no ordinary person, let alone those important figures who came to visit Canaan Academy."

Xiao Yan smiled, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant: "Although this pavilion is fresh and elegant, there are quite a few people passing by. If you really want to find some leisure time, you shouldn't attract so much attention."

Xiao Yan, who was chased here by a group of parents, had almost no time to think and chose this pavilion based on instinct.

But if you calm down and think about it, there is obviously something weird about it.

With the current bustling scene of Canaan College, even the most remote areas are probably crowded with people, not to mention the viewing spots on the edge of the neighborhood.
"Haha, my friend has a good eye."

The scholar in white chuckled softly, as if he was chatting with his neighbors, feeling extremely relaxed and at ease.
"What if I told you that, across the entire Canaan Academy, you're the only one I recognize as a 'big shot'? What would you do?"

This person is really coming for me!
Xiao Yan's eyes changed, and he was extremely cautious in his heart, but his face did not show any abnormality.

He took a deep breath and then smiled calmly:
"Since the senior has invited me, I would be honored to refuse."

"sit down."

The scholar waved his hand, without caring about the so-called hierarchy, and casually gave up the seat in front of him and sat opposite the young man.

After he actually sat down, a mysterious feeling as if he had become one with the heaven and earth suddenly filled Xiao Yan's heart.

"Tick."

There seemed to be a sound of water drops falling in the depths of the soul.

When Xiao Yan looked at his former academy neighbors again, he suddenly felt a sense of ethereal detachment from the mundane world, as if he had entered a peach garden or fallen into a dream.

"This is.?"

"It's just a little trick. There are so many people watching. The conversation between you and me is not worth listening to for ordinary people."

The scholar smiled in response, a feather fan already in his hand. The fan was pure white yet embellished, its eight feathers arranged in a row. Only the one in the center, pitch black as night, seemed a bit out of place, ruining the beauty.

I seem to have seen this black feather somewhere before.
Hearing the other party's soft and unquestionable words, Xiao Yan frowned slightly, and immediately pressed his throbbing temple.

The battle had just ended and his injuries had not yet healed, which eventually affected his thinking a little.

"Senior, you have waited here specially. I wonder what advice you have for me?"

Xiao Yan asked cautiously, "If there's anything I can help you with, I'll be sure to tell you everything I know."

At this moment, Xiao Yan undoubtedly had a very humble attitude.

Facing a powerful warrior who was suspected to be at the Dou Zun level, any means and trump cards seemed extremely pale and powerless at this moment. Even Canaan Academy and Yao Lao probably had no means to deal with him!
Therefore, if you can avoid offending someone, there is certainly no need to be too hostile. It is undoubtedly an extremely foolish thing to rashly make enemies.

"I was also a spectator of the previous battle, and I have to say it was indeed quite exciting."

Waving the feather fan in his hand, the scholar changed the subject and said with a smile:

"It has been a long time since humans have explored the art of physical training, but you have opened the door to it. I believe that when you become a saint in the future, even founding a sect will be no problem for you."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's face was filled with astonishment. He had obviously not expected that this man who seemed as carefree as a wandering cloud and wild crane would actually say such domineering words.

Just opening his mouth means he can become a saint. What a broad and ambitious vision is this?

Such people can definitely be regarded as powerful people even when looking at the powerful people gathered in Central China!
"Senior, you are too kind. Becoming a saint is too far-fetched. I don't seek to set my sights too high or too far. I just want to fight for the present day and night. Perhaps that will make things easier for me."

Xiao Yan licked his dry lips and said with a wry smile.

"Haha, everyone has their own aspirations. It's okay if you think so."

Without caring about the other party's concealment, the scholar did not mention the matter again, but changed the subject and asked:

"Let's not talk about that. I've seen you use some interesting tactics in battle before. Could you tell me the origins of them?"

"Interesting trick?"

Xiao Yan's heart tightened, and he pretended to be confused and said, "Senior, are you talking about the Ten Thousand Beast Spirit Fire? To be honest, this fire was obtained by chance from the Demon Beast Mountain Range. You——"

"Three Mysterious Transformations of Heavenly Fire, right?"

Before he could finish his excuse, the scholar smiled slightly and revealed the name of the secret technique that Xiao Yan regarded as one of his most powerful means.

"How did you know that?!"

Xiao Yan was horrified and felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. It was almost impossible for him to remain calm.

Under the other person's gaze, he felt as if he had been stripped naked from top to bottom, with no secrets at all!

"This secret technique does have some connection with me."

The scholar's voice was gentle and mellow: "But my friend, there's no need to worry. I don't intend to steal it. I'm just quite curious as to how this thing ended up in your hands."

"After all, in my opinion, it should have been sealed long ago."

In an instant, Xiao Yan's heart began to beat wildly, and even his hands began to tremble slightly.

It was not until this moment that he realized that the scholar in white before him might be even more powerful and terrifying than he had imagined!
(End of this chapter)