I don't have any good impressions of her, and I don't want to get too involved with her, but judging from Xue Yan's intention, it might be difficult to refuse.
If she refuses forcefully, she will probably turn against her.
In Chang'an City, An Yan has never seen anyone with a higher level of cultivation than Li Zizhen. If he is in trouble, the Xuantian Sword Sect may protect him, but Li Zizhen is a Xuantang monk, and his status and situation are completely different from those of monks outside the customs. .
He was mentally weighing the pros and cons.
"Being able to become a disciple of a fate monk is an opportunity that no one can ask for." Xue Yan continued.
"What the fairy said is true." An Yan sighed.
"If she is interested in me, I will naturally not dare to refuse, but now she wants me to take the initiative to visit her. At least the choice of whether to ask for it or not, and whether to ask for it or not, is still up to me, right?"
After hearing this, Xue Yan looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly said with a bright smile: "I think you will definitely become my master's disciple."
An Yan couldn't help but feel dizzy. He had a hunch that the other party was determined to facilitate the matter after seeing his intention to refuse.
"Master An is different from ordinary people. The slave family is also looking forward to having such an unusual person as his junior disciple."
"No one can tell what will happen in the future. If one day I become the same disciple as the fairy, it will be my blessing."
Xue Yan smiled sweetly, leaned forward slightly, stretched out her white jade-like palm and gently pressed it against An Yan's chest, feeling warm and soft.
There was a flash of confidence and playfulness in her beautiful eyes.
"Yes, it will definitely happen."
"..."
After coming out of Shuiyue Xiaozhu, An Yan hurried home.
This matter must be inevitable, and he needs to take some countermeasures.
The key lies in his physique. If it is exposed, it will only bring endless trouble to him. Before it changes from extreme yang to extreme yin, it is restricted by the green ring and cannot be noticed by outsiders.
Now that he has an extremely yin body, if he becomes a disciple, he will definitely be noticed by Li Zizhen.
He believed that he had no means to deceive a fate monk, so he had to rely on the power of the green ring.
But what Qinghuan restricts is only his Yang Jade, and it will not affect his Yin Pearl, unless it can change from Extreme Yang to Extreme Yin again!
When Chen Mobing took away his body that day, he drowned all his soul into the Yin Pearl in desperation, which caused the Yin and Yang energy in his body to reverse.
But the situation at that time was that Chen Mobing's soul and the existence of Qinghuan had blocked the connection between him and Yangyu, but now it is impossible for him to cut off the connection with Yinzhu Yangyu on his own.
Unless you cut off all your cultivation.
Deep night.
An Yan studied his Qi Sea with great concentration. In fact, the theory was very simple, as long as everything was completely reversed, but it was extremely difficult to do it.
To reverse the yin and yang, this is something that only the Venerable can easily do.
He tried to reverse the route of the spiritual energy in his body, but he immediately felt extremely painful all over his body. An Yan gave up the idea after just the first try.
Forcibly doing this will only make you faint, and even if you reverse the path of spiritual energy, it may not be the method to reverse yin and yang.
In the dark night, An Yan suddenly opened her eyes and walked out of the room silently.
He looked around and found four figures standing on the walls of the courtyard around the house, three men and one woman.
One spiritual realm and three aura realms.
He also knew all the faces of these people. That spiritual realm was Liao Xuewei. The three spiritual realms had met once in Pinglan Sect, and they were all casual cultivators near Chang'an.
An Yan's eyes darkened slightly. Liao Xuewei's appearance here at this time was definitely not with good intentions.
In the moonlight, Liao Xuewei stands in the sky, her clothes are fluttering, her expression is cold and indifferent, and her temperament is ethereal, somewhat like a fairy coming to earth.
"Fairy Xuewei, is this the person?" one of the other three Qi Realm monks said, showing great respect for her and looking at her with eyes full of admiration.
Seeing this scene, An Yan remembered how Liao Xuewei looked disheveled and humble in front of Crown Prince Su in Feihuawu during the day.
Class is something that will always exist, even if there are monks.
Liao Xuewei looked down at An Yan from high in the sky, without any intention of talking nonsense, she just said indifferently: "Kill him."
An Yan dodged and jumped directly from the door into the courtyard next door.
These people thought he was trying to escape and quickly chased after him.
"Don't make too much noise. If you alert the Xuanjia Guards, you'll be in trouble." One of these people kindly reminded his companions.
An Yan was surrounded again. His cultivation was not as high as Qi Realm. Faced with such a combination, no one had any chance of winning in a head-on battle.
The gap in realm is real. An Yan was able to defeat Xue Yan and Heng Ruo before, only by using the Xuanji Bone to sneak attack unexpectedly. If he faced those two people directly, there would be no possibility of winning.
Of course, that was also true for An Yan before. Now he really has the confidence to compete with the spiritual monks.
The spiritual energy in the body was constantly flowing, and the three Qi Realm monks were the first to take action. Because it was during the curfew, they did not use any offensive spells. Two of them took out a long sword and rushed towards An Yan. The last one The man sacrificed his magic weapon, and four short blades circled in the air and flew towards An Yan.
Liao Xuewei did not take action, but looked down at the battlefield below.
The two men who rushed towards me with swords were very fast, their sword shadows were cold and their movement was as fast as lightning!
An Yan kept dodging the attacks from the three people. Soon his clothes were torn several times and there were wounds on his body. He looked very embarrassed and was panting.
"What a rat, he can run away like this!" A Qi Realm cultivator cursed in a low voice. He used his magical weapon to fight, but the Qi Sea was limited and could not withstand long-term consumption.
The other two people immediately stopped chasing after seeing this, stopped on the spot, activated their spiritual energy to control the swords in their hands to fly into the air, and rushed towards An Yan's direction.
With two long swords and four short blades, the area covered by the attack is also wider.
An Yan swallowed a pill in front of everyone. A casual cultivator with sharp eyes said: "Hundred Refining Spirit Pill!"
"It should be from Xuantian Sword Sect or Pinglan Sect!"
"This guy probably still has some in stock!"
After taking the elixir, An Yan's speed was a little faster than before, and he ran out of the circle surrounded by many magic weapons in an extremely thrilling way, and rushed towards the position of one of the casual cultivators.
The casual cultivator's eyes narrowed, thinking that An Yan had some tricks up his sleeve, so he immediately used a flying sword in front of him again.
But when An Yan saw the flying sword, he immediately turned around. The speed of the magic weapon was extremely fast, but every time it was just a little bit behind, and it was never able to cause effective damage to An Yan. The three casual cultivators seemed to be suppressing An Yan, but they I couldn't take him down for a while.
Liao Xuewei, who was above, saw the battle of the aura monks below being so arduous, and felt a little irritated in her heart. She slowly floated down into the courtyard, made a hand seal with one hand, and her aura immediately transformed into a big hand and swatted at An Yan!
An Yan stopped suddenly when he saw this, raised his head, and smashed the pursuing long sword to pieces on the spot!
Liao Xuewei was startled for a moment, and then she saw that the big spiritual energy she had condensed was held up by him with one hand.
Ding--
The remaining flying swords and daggers all hit An Yan's body, but this time they bounced away with crisp metallic sounds.
Something's wrong...
Liao Xuewei was shocked in her heart.
Then they saw that An Yan actually pushed away the aura palm, appeared out of thin air in front of an aura cultivator, and punched him in the chest regardless of his frightened gaze.
boom!
The body of the casual cultivator exploded directly under this huge force, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. The other two people only felt the warmth of the scattered pieces hitting their faces.
Liao Xuewei's pupils shrank suddenly, and she finally realized what was going on.
He was deliberately showing weakness just now to let himself lower his guard.
This guy has refined his body... How can a monk from Xuantang refine his body? !
She was screaming in her heart, and could not keep her face calm. She saw the man standing next to a pool of flesh and blood, slowly casting a cold and piercing gaze at her.
(End of chapter)
