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"Silly boy, don't just stand there."
With Yao Lao guarding by his side, Yang Fan naturally had nothing to worry about.
He sat cross-legged on the ground without any consumption of energy, circulating his soul power. The Soul-Breaking Spear was summoned in his palm. At this time, the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring seemed to be attracted by him and gradually approached.
hum-
A nerve-stimulating touch made Yang Fan's body tremble violently.
This feeling is very novel!
This is something he didn't have when he absorbed a thousand-year soul ring before. If my guess is correct, this should be the soul vibration that only a ten-thousand-year soul ring can have.
Yang Fan felt the ghost leopard's unwillingness, resistance, and roar from this soul shock.
However...the soul shock came unexpectedly and left without warning!
The soul power that was constantly refined through alchemy quickly suppressed the ghost leopard's soul vibrations. After it was completely refined by him, it was time for him to enter the familiar stage of absorbing soul rings.
Familiar and friendly!
This scene seems to have happened yesterday.
……
Time passes minute by minute...
When Yang Fan opened his eyes again, it was already early morning of the next day.
Purple, purple, black!
Three dazzling soul rings were pulsating on his body.
"handsome!"
Yang Fan stared at the three soul rings on his body that were different from ordinary people and became happier and happier.
He just wanted to ask: Who wouldn't be confused after seeing such a combination of spirit rings?
The only one!
While a normal soul master's third soul ring was still struggling with the 1700-year limit, he had already put on a ten-thousand-year soul ring.
How could this not make him happy?
But he also knew that such a spirit ring ratio could never be known by anyone without sufficient strength.
Including members of the Pozhi clan!
Surprises come one after another...
Yang Fan hadn't recovered from the abnormal configuration of his spirit ring yet, and when he checked, he was surprised to find that he had leaped in level.
"Level thirty-seven?"
Yang Fan confirmed it again in disbelief.
Level thirty-seven, no doubt!
He actually leapt into a 37th level Soul Master.
Yang Fan suddenly felt that when he was tortured by the burning blood and cried for his parents, was chased like a dog by the soul beast, and was exhausted from carrying the Xuanzhong ruler...it was all worth it.
If grandpa knew that he had become a 37th-level Soul Master after two years of practice, wouldn’t he be happy and kneel down to him?
After the excitement, Yang Fan suddenly felt that the soul power of level 37 was not high.
Not high for him!
The elixir made from the hundred thousand year old Blue Silver Emperor soul bone had already sent him to level twenty-five. Then he went to Tiandou City for a year of fighting spirit training, and then swallowed the Fiery Apricot, the second soul ring of three thousand years, and the awakening pill to speed up his training...
"Master, why am I only level 37?"
Could it be that all the supplements he took were absorbed by the fighting energy in his body, causing malnutrition of his soul energy?
Yao Lao's face darkened, and he raised his hand to hit him: "You little brat, this is still too low?"
Eight-year-old fighting master!
What the hell do you want?
Yao Lao now feels that Yang Fan's level is increasing too fast. If this continues, he is worried that this kid's foundation will be unstable and he will become a useless person.
Chapter 62: Tiandou City, meeting Huo Wu again
Yang Fan looked inside his body again...
The Ten Thousand Year Ghost Leopard provided him with a pretty good soul skill.
The third soul skill: flash!
This soul skill provides him with 200% speed and 200% attack power.
Double attribute bonus!
This allows him to quickly approach his opponent while having high attack power.
My grandfather once said that a Soul Breaking Spear Soul Master must fight with lightning speed and sharp attacks, and must defeat the opponent in a short period of time.
Because soul masters who take the extreme attack route are very afraid of protracted battles.
"Take it!"
"Practice this first."
Yang Fan, who had just been promoted to a fighting master, obtained an ancient scroll.
Don't guess!
The one that Yao Lao sent must be good.
The ancient scroll slowly opened, and a scent that had been dormant for many years wafted into the air.
"Low level Xuan level?"
Yang Fan frowned slightly.
This is a volume of low-level Xuan-grade fighting skills, and the content and introduction of the skills are engraved on the scroll.
【Fire Palm】
[Low level Xuan rank, can create strong wind pressure, suitable for fire attribute fighters to practice. ]
"You stinky boy, you still look down on the low level of Xuan rank, don't you?"
"With your current level as a one-star fighter, you are only worthy of low-level Xuan-level skills."
Although what Yao Lao said was just an educational statement, it is absolutely true.
The higher the level of the fighting skill, the more fighting spirit it consumes.
If Yang Fan had not taken a sixth-grade blue silver soul bone pill, which caused his fighting spirit to recover at an unparalleled speed, he would not have chosen to teach him the two advanced fighting skills, Flame Devouring Wave Ruler and Eight Extreme Collapse.
However, even today, Yang Fan still cannot use the true essence of these two fighting skills.
"no!"
"The low level of Xuan rank is also good."
Yang Fan adheres to the attitude that it is better to have more skills, and he absolutely believes in any arrangement made by Yao Lao on the road of cultivation.
In fact, he understands it too!
After staying in the Sunset Forest for more than half a year, the Xuanzhong ruler has become his symbol.
With the current enemy of the Elephant Armor Sect, it is really inappropriate for the Xuan Zhong Chi to appear again at certain times.
"Although the Fire Blowing Palm is a low-level Xuan-level fighting skill, once it is mastered, its power is definitely not inferior to the fifth soul skill of a soul master."
Yang Fan completely believes this!
The mind moves slightly...
The moment his soul power came into contact with the scroll, the soul power engraved on the scroll instantly poured into Yang Fan's head.
At this moment...the mysteries of the Fire Blowing Palm all appeared in his mind.
After a while.
When Yang Fan withdrew his soul power, he had completely mastered the low-level Xuan-level fighting skill, the Fire Blowing Palm.
"Give it a try."
There was a hint of anticipation in Yao Lao's expression.
Yang Fan's body trembled violently, orange-red flames rose from the palm of his hand, and then he slapped it forward.
boom--
In an instant, a huge rock ten meters away broke into pieces, and the debris flew everywhere.
"Not bad!"
For Yang Fan who has already learned earth-level fighting skills, it is not difficult to practice profound-level fighting skills.
Yao Lao was not only satisfied with Yang Fan's learning ability, but also the power of this fighting skill.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mid-level Xuan-level fighting skill!
Thinking back to when he was on the Dou Qi Continent, someone held up this scroll of fighting skills and begged him to accept it.
The purpose is to help refine a pill!
It’s a pity that I never saw such superior treatment again after coming to Douluo Continent.
"Blow Fire Palm!"
"Blow Fire Palm!"
"..."
From that day on, Yang Fan settled down on this city hillside which was neither high nor low.
All I do every day is practice!
Although life seems boring, Yang Fan is immersed in it and never gets tired of it.