Through the battle just now, Changqing just glanced at Yan Zhongxu's expression and knew that he had won his favor.

If we can go further, using him as a bridge and medium, contact with Mr. Yan will become a problem that cannot be simpler.

And he just tried his hand at the move. If I remember correctly, when he was in the inner sect competition, he heard from others around him that Yan Zhongxu was twelve years old this year and had the strength of the third level of the Xuan level.

With his body soaked with the medicinal materials, he fought head-on with the Thunder Beast. No matter how he thought about the moves of a third-level Xuan-level warrior would not have any problems.

Changqing came to the conclusion after just a little thought.

He dusted the gray on his clothes and said, "Don't worry, Young Master Yan, I never dare to say anything else, just this kind of body is absolutely fine."

As he said that, Chang Qing stood up straight and knocked on his chest, feeling that he was so good that he could eat whatever he wanted.

Yan Zhongxu was stunned for a moment, looking at Chang Qing who was stroking his lower abdomen just now, looking seriously injured, and suddenly he looked like he was nothing.

If you remember correctly, didn’t he just get his right arm bruised and hit his lower abdomen with another heavy blow?

He knew best about his own attack. With such strength, even the knee that kicked Changqing's lower abdomen was a little numb. As a result, he looked full of energy and had no feelings.

"Uh, that's good. I've long wanted to try the power of my new move, but the injury you just got... doesn't matter?" Yan Zhongxu pointed to Changqing's belly childishly, and his obsidian eyes blinked, and he couldn't believe it.

"emmmmmmm..." Changqing suddenly spoke in a daze and was a little excited for a moment. He did not run through the role from beginning to end, making his acting skills missed.

He quickly smoothed out the situation, "I am a man who is naturally rough and thick in skin. If I get hurt for a while, it won't hurt anymore. It's been like this all the time, so young master doesn't have to care."

Skin...thick flesh...

Yan Zhongxu glanced at the evergreen exposed skin, which was so delicate and smooth that women envied. It could not be combined with the word "skinned and thick" flesh.

But since Changqing said so, he did not refute it, just nodded and prepared for his new moves.

Stand up the short stick at hand and place it on one side of the room.

This half-person-high short stick was seen since Changqing entered the door. At first, it had been pressed into Yan Zhongxu's hand, like a pillar.

Changqing always thought that this was Yan Zhongxu's weapon, and it was probably a high-grade spiritual weapon rewarded by the head of the family.

But later when I saw that when I was competing with me, Yan Zhongxu was bare-handed and even if he was hard to part with me, he did not use it, which reduced his attention to short sticks.

The short stick is red and slightly black in red, which has a very consistent artistic conception with the space created by the previous hot hell formation.

The patterns on the stick are finely carved, and red clouds float symmetrically around the short stick, exuding an ancient and peaceful atmosphere.

Yan Zhongxu just picked up the short stick with one hand, and his temperament suddenly changed. It was simple and simple, making people feel illusion that they could stop.

After thinking for a while, maybe I felt it was a bit bad to use the "Black Cloud Stick" when I came up, Yan Zhongxu put down the short stick in his hand and stood it to the wall.

Chiyun Stick is a ancestral inheritance of the Yan family, and the specific grade is difficult to define.

Because it is rumored that the Chiyun Stick was not a spiritual weapon, it was only part of the weapons used by the ancestors of the Yan family.

Later, after the death of the Yan family's ancestors, the most orthodox ancestral spiritual weapon of the Yan family disappeared for various reasons. In order to continue the family, there was a sacred object that could be inherited. This Chiyun Stick replaced the missing spiritual weapon and became a symbol of the Yan family.

Yan Zhongxu, as a continuation of the Yan family's clan, had long heard stories about the missing spiritual weapon and Chiyun Stick of the ancestors of the Yan family, so later, the head of the family handed the Chiyun Stick into his hands and flattered him.

But he found that the Chiyun Stick, which symbolized the inheritance, was not as powerful as he imagined.

Or rather, it is not like a spiritual weapon, but more like a fire-attribute amplifier.

There is no limit to the user's realm, and no powerful attack means. In other words, if it is placed in the hands of a spiritually powerless person, it will have no effect except that it looks simple and beautiful and exudes a distant aura.

But on the contrary, if placed in the hands of a powerful Heavenly Level who has achieved great fire attributes like the head of the Yan family, it is said that the strength of the head of the family can be doubled.

That's doubled!

No one has ever heard of any spiritual weapon that has as strange abilities as the Chiyun Stick.

Seeing that Changqing was ready, Yan Zhongxu nodded to him.

After all, it is a brand new move, and he cannot control the power of using the Chiyun Stick, so he plans to first make a bare-handed and simply try it out.

"I'm going to go!"

Yan Zhongxu reminded Changqing, and then a fiery red flame suddenly appeared on the little boy, and the light shone on the whole room. The fire rushed to the sky, as if it was about to lift the roof.

Chang Qing was stunned for a moment. Yan Zhongxu, who was on the third level of the Xuan level, was a bit surprised that he could use flames of this size.

The flames reflected in his eyes overshadowed the color of his pupils. Evergreen smiled confidently, although surprised, but for him, he was only surprised.

Yan Zhongxu's spiritual power is still skyrocketing wildly. It seems that he is not skilled in combat for the first time, so he has been a little longer in charge of his energy.

But at a young age, Yan Zhongxu's talent can be seen by his own martial arts skills, allowing the spiritual power of the third level of the Xuan level to burst out with such power.

But Changqing was surprised, Yan Zhongxu was not surprised. He had practiced this move countless times in his heart, and had no chance to use it for various reasons. However, once it exploded, he realized that the spiritual power in his body seemed to have found a tilt gap, and flowed out of his body without any obstacles.

The flames rose one after another, and in the blink of an eye, they formed two whirlwinds of flames in the huge room. The whirlwinds stood beside Yan Zhongxu, one left and one right, and the roof was on the top of the roof.

Flame tornado.

Changqing didn't know if this name was reasonable, but what he saw now was exactly the same as the tornado seen in the disaster film, except that the tornado is made of flames.

Yan Zhongxu's entire body was finally drained, and sweat dripping from his forehead poured down. It was not that he could not stop, but that he was stubborn.

A twelve-year-old genius boy created his own martial arts. Even if he failed to use the first time, he could not give up halfway.

Finally attacked, the surging flames seemed to be his two hands extending from his body, and in a moment they rushed to Changqing's body.

The domineering flames, combined with the support of the young man's huge spiritual power, raged in the room, and instantly blew up a piece of his body.

Among the raging flames, only a small circle was drawn from the foot of Evergreen. All the fire elements encountered Evergreen, as if they were like bandits in a fleeing situation, avoiding them in fear.

Outside the door, Butler Wu, who had been waiting by the side, noticed the movements in the house with a slight sense. Although there was a formation device to seal the leakage of spiritual power and cover up the spiritual consciousness, Butler Wu was also a high-level warrior. Every movement could be magnified unlimitedly in his spiritual consciousness.

I have long been confused about that kid being a coach, but there is indeed a problem!
Chapter completed!