Fighting: Xiao Yan at full level, leading the whole match

Chapter 11 Xiao Yu
"Are you about to break through to the ninth level of fighting spirit?"

Recalling the pair of slender legs in his mind, Xiao Yan nodded slightly.

Xiao Yu's talent is quite good among the younger generations of the Xiao family, much stronger than Xiao Ning.

Of course, this kind of talent cannot be compared with Xiao Yan and Xiao Xun'er. After all, the talents of these two people are rare geniuses even in the entire Jia Ma Empire.

However, in her own memory, Xiao Yu seemed to have failed to break through to the Fighter level and fell to the eighth level of Fighting Qi, which led to her not truly breaking through to the Fighter level until she was nineteen years old.

"For the sake of your beautiful legs, I'll help you this time."

Thinking this in his heart, Xiao Yan suddenly revealed a playful smile. He wondered how long it would take him to change Xiao Yu's attitude towards him in this life.

"Xun'er, eat some vegetables."

Xiao Yan reached out and picked up some of Xun'er's favorite dishes.

"Thank you, brother Xiao Yan."

Seeing that Xiao Yan cared about her so much, Xun'er showed a sweet smile on her little face. Although she was only a girl in her teens, her smile was more dazzling than the crystal chandelier above the dining table.

"Xun'er, I'll give you some too."

Seeing that Xiao Yan had made Xun'er so happy, Xiao Ning suddenly lost the mood to brag about how awesome he and his sister were, and quickly imitated Xiao Yan's behavior and tried to show his courtesy.

"Thank you, cousin, but this is enough for me to eat."

Xiao Ning's arm was pressed down before he even raised it.

But the originally sweet little face had become very cold, as if no strangers were allowed to approach her.

Xiao Ning: “???”

After the banquet was over, Xiao Yan first sent Xun'er back to her room, and then returned to his own cabin.

"A little girl this age is so clingy."

Xiao Yan couldn't help but stroke his forehead gently.

Girls in their teens are full of curiosity about the world and always have a lot to talk about, so they always act particularly clingy.

Although Xun'er is a genius of the ancient clan, she is still just a girl of this age group after all.

It is impossible for Xiao Yan to show any impatience about this. If a girl is willing to confide many of her innermost thoughts to you, it means that she regards you as a very important person.

"Little girl."

With a hint of tenderness on Xiao Yan's lips, he casually took off his black shirt. Hidden under the black shirt was a bruised young body.

In fact, every movement Xiao Yan made would cause bruises on his body, but this kind of pain was nothing to him.

Xiao Yan slowly walked into the wooden basin containing the Foundation Building Divine Liquid, letting the cool water stimulate his sore and swollen body. Only then did he sigh comfortably.

“Although I have valuable experience from my previous life, as if I have an endless mountain of treasures hidden in my body, I am still extremely weak now. Facing the Soul Clan, I am not even as good as an ant.

The most urgent task is to quickly improve one's own strength.

There are still three years until I turn fifteen. I wonder what level my strength will reach in these three years."

Xiao Yan exhaled a breath of foul air and began to practice with full concentration.

This foundation-building divine liquid was a prescription he had deduced when he was a Dou Emperor. In addition, the quality of the various materials was higher than that of the foundation-building divine liquid, so the effect was far greater than that of the original foundation-building divine liquid. Not only did it greatly increase the cultivation of Dou Qi, it could also repair the body and strengthen the physique.

Coupled with Xiao Yan's tens of thousands of years of cultivation experience, this time, his cultivation speed is several times faster than that of his previous life. Moreover, this speed is the result of his deliberate polishing of the basics and constantly tempering his fighting spirit to make it more refined.

The night was silent, with only the silvery moonlight shining through the gaps in the woods and occasionally falling on the young man.

Along with the rise and fall of his chest, gentle energy was continuously flowing into Xiao Yan's body. Some of it was repairing Xiao Yan's body through the bruised tissues, making his body firmer and stronger.

Another part was introduced into his body for refining, and after continuous tempering, it finally condensed into wisps of fighting spirit.

In the next few days, Xiao Yan maintained a regular schedule, exercising his body during the day, practicing his fighting spirit at night, and using visualization to refine his soul.

This kind of almost crazy training would be difficult for even a strong person to adapt to, but Xiao Yan's eyes were always calm, as if he was an emotionless training machine.

"He practices so crazily and efficiently, with this kid's speed, I'm afraid it won't take long for him to recover to the level of a fighter.

If everything is as he said, then I am afraid I can win this time without any effort."

In the back mountain of the Xiao family, Yao Lao's illusory figure was floating quietly, but when he saw the young man's face without the slightest fluctuation, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

As time went by, Xiao Yan's body became stronger and stronger. His arms and legs, which had no signs of exercise, had become a little thicker in these seven days, and his posture became more upright.

Yet beneath that black shirt, lines symbolizing power were slowly emerging.

Similarly, during these seven days, his fighting spirit was growing stronger and stronger. His cultivation speed was so terrifying that even Yao Lao couldn't help but shake his head when he saw it.

The moonlight was like water. The young man sat cross-legged, quietly soaking in the wooden tub, letting the medicinal power of the jade-like liquid nourish his body.

As the boy's chest slowly rose and fell, imperceptible strands of weak air flow entered his body through his breathing, leaving behind wisps of gentle energy that were converted into fighting spirit and then slowly exhaled.

When the moonlight gradually disappeared and the sunlight gradually shone on the horizon, Xiao Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

"Fighting Qi, fourth stage, done!"

Feeling the fighting spirit in his body gradually increasing, a smile appeared on Xiao Yan's lips.

It only took him seven days to cultivate from the third stage of Dou Qi to the fourth stage of Dou Qi. If word of this terrifying speed spread to the outside world, it would probably shock many people.

"Today happens to be the day for testing fighting spirit. I wonder what those guys' expressions will be when they see my strength gradually recovering."

Although Xiao Yan was magnanimous enough to not take the past cold looks to heart, it was still very interesting to see the changes in those guys' expressions.

"Well, let's just practice here for now today."

Looking at the sky that was gradually getting brighter, Xiao Yan got up, dressed, went out to have breakfast, and then walked towards the direction of the test magic stone tablet.

The sky was already very bright after breakfast. There were more than a dozen young people from the Xiao family waiting quietly in the test square.

Although there is still half an hour before the test, they are still waiting here early.

Most of these little guys who arrived early mean that they attach great importance to this test.

"Xiao Yan!"

As soon as he entered the testing square, Xiao Yan heard an angry shout, and then saw a pair of slender jade-like legs striding towards him.

(End of this chapter)