Xiao Yan did not answer his question, but fought with all his strength. Ten breaths were not that simple. After all, the opponent's level of realm was much higher than that of him. If he was not careful, he would lose all the game.

Buzz —

In addition to the suppression of power and momentum, the monk laughed and released his spiritual pressure. He pinched and calculated in seconds. This was the eighth breath. He was sure that the little guy could not withstand his powerful mental impact. This would make the little guy kneel down and end the battle within ten breaths.

However--

Under the great monk's spiritual storm, a white light suddenly flashed in Xiao Yan's sea of ​​consciousness. The little man woke up at this time, instinctively emitted white light, and turned into a white sun. The white light contained gentle but extremely powerful spiritual power.

So, under the great monk's extremely surprised gaze, Xiao Yan remained motionless. Not only that, Xiao Yan's face did not even have the expected pain, and he resolved his offensive without even frowning.

"How did you do it?" After ten breaths, the monk kept his promise and did not follow up on the attack. Instead, he asked in surprise.

"Secret!" Xiao Yan smiled faintly. He looked calm and gentle, but only he knew that if the little man hadn't suddenly woke up at the critical moment, he might not be able to hold on. At that moment just now, he felt like he was dying. It can be said that he passed by the god of death.

Of course he would not tell the story of the little man. He has now confirmed that the little man is his spirit body, but this spirit body is a bit inexplicable. It was not cultivated by him by himself, so it did not belong to him completely. This is a bit painful, but in the end he believes there is a way to solve it.

"Haha, it's okay if you don't want to say it." The monk was very generous and waved his hand, suppressing his confusion. He couldn't believe the facts in front of him, but he also had self-esteem and showed an indifferent attitude, as if he had just tested the other party and did not use 90% of his strength.

The monk's character is generally remarkable. He finally told Xiao Yan the whereabouts of the Nine-Leaf Snow Lotus. Although it was just a general direction, there was always some strength.

It is indeed in Wanlong Abyss, but Wanlong Abyss stretches for hundreds of miles, and the environment is harsh and dangerous. First of all, whether you can reach Wanlong Abyss is a question.

But the great monk had already appreciated Xiao Yan's strength and did not doubt whether he could reach Wanlongyuan. However, it was one thing to go, and it was another thing to be able to enter and exit safely.

"Anyway, it's extremely dangerous there. The most terrifying thing is that there are powerful and fierce spirit beasts inside. You are alone, uh no," the monk glanced at Yama on Xiao Yan's back. "You are carrying a woman on your back. It's like seeking death to go there, so I advise you not to take risks, otherwise you will die ugly."

"Thank you for your reminder. Even if it is a dragon pond and a tiger's den, I must go to Yifeng." Xiao Yan smiled.

"Okay, life and death are fate, this is your choice. I have nothing to say, you go." The great monk waved his hand impatiently.

Xiao Yan still gave him a deep salute, and then turned his head firmly to leave.

Looking at Xiao Yan's back, the monk fell into deep thought. He had seen all kinds of outstanding young people, but he had seen him as strong and firm as Xiao Yan, and he could not help but feel the thought of cherishing his talents. It was not a joke that he wanted to accept him as his disciple before.

You can see the charm contained in the word Galan at a glance, and this little guy's understanding is beyond the ordinary people.

"What a pity, even I dare not get involved in a place. You are a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers." The monk sighed, then opened his hand and shot out a yellow light talisman.

The light talisman was like an arrow, and suddenly penetrated into Xiao Yan's back, but Xiao Yan was completely unaware of it.

"It's my gift to you. I hope it can help you turn bad luck." The monk said and turned back to the temple.

The Kalan Temple is so simple that it is outrageously simple that there are no gods and Buddhas. There are only an empty hall with two cushions placed in the hall. One is empty, and the monk walked straight over and sat cross-legged.

The other cushion was a skinny old monk with his skin as dry orange peel, so old that he could no longer tell his age. He was the Master Lingzhi who Xiao Yan was going to visit.

"You did a good job." Master Lingzhi still closed his eyes, but he was very careful about what happened outside.

"It's considered that he is destined to be with him, but I don't like him." The monk shook his head.

"You are wrong. How do you think he can resist your roar?" Master Lingzhi's tone was as calm as water, without any secular emotions.

"Senior brother, do you mean he has cultivated a spirit body?" The monk was shocked and almost jumped up from the cushion.

"It shouldn't be cultivated, but he does have a spiritual body." Master Lingzhi opened his turbid eyes and glanced at him, then closed his eyes again, as if opening his eyes was a very luxurious thing for him. "And his skills can vaguely hear the ancient dragon roar. If I guess correctly, I practiced the Tianlong Art."

The monk was shocked again, and after a while he couldn't speak, he finally scratched his head: "So, I underestimated him."

"Well, you not only underestimate him, the woman he carries is not simple. She is born with a wise eye and has unlimited achievements." Master Lingzhi frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something, but he did not say it. He had experienced too many things and had seen through the world for a long time, so it was difficult for him to disturb his mood.

"Senior brother, how great it would be if you could go further." The monk glanced at him worriedly.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the face of Lingzhiren: "Planning things is up to people, and accomplishing things is up to heaven. I am already a gift from God. All sentient beings are ants. We are just slightly larger ants. The gate of heaven is not so easy to open. Everything goes with the flow, and I am afraid I don't have much time left."

"Senior Brother--" The monk suddenly became a little anxious.

"No need to do this!" Master Lingzhi waved his hand indifferently, "Even if he took that step, he would just become a bigger ant. I am really tired."

The monk was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

Xiao Yan walked down the mountain with Yama on his back, and only turned his head to look back at the foot of the mountain. The Kalan Temple on the top of the mountain was like a small black dot, and it could no longer be seen clearly, but the oppression it gave him was still extremely strong. Master Lingzhi must be in the temple. He was sure, but since the other party was unwilling to see him, there was no need to force it.

The old guy who has lived for hundreds of years always has his own special reasons. Xiao Yan pursed his lips, put down his chaotic thoughts, and turned his eyes toward Wan Longyuan.

A new journey is about to begin, and there will undoubtedly be a series of fierce battles. The result is unknown. Only by facing difficulties can he win the front line of opportunities.
Chapter completed!