Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1554 The Art of Flying Folding Fan to Chase the Wind
  By the time Zhang Yan stepped into Yanxi Courtyard, he had already thought about the next step. The first thing is to learn various magic skills so as not to appear embarrassed.

"Dad, please teach me some magic." Zhang Yan came to Zhang Yiyun and said.

"What do you want to learn?" Zhang Yiyun asked curiously. Zhang Yan would never be like this before.

"Then I'll start from the most basic spells." Zhang Yan believed that learning from the basics would be beneficial to breakthroughs in the later stages.

"Okay, let me teach you the art of flying first." Zhang Yiyun also became interested. Although he is now an early immortal, it should be enough to teach Zhang Yan.

"The art of flying can rely on your own strength to fly, but most of the time you still fly with a weapon. The length and speed of flight are related to your own cultivation." Zhang Yiyun explained to Zhang Yan.

"If you want to fly, you must first sink your energy into the Dantian, concentrate, and think about the next flight in your mind, and then you can fly." Zhang Yiyun demonstrated and flew straight into the sky.

Zhang Yan looked at this scene, his heart was eager to try, and his dantian was filled with anger. Zhang Yan opened his eyes excitedly and imagined flying in the sky, but found that he was only one fist above the ground.

Zhang Yiyun, who came down from the sky, looked at the scene in front of him and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Maybe it's because your strength is too weak now, so you can't fly yet. Let's try another one."

"What else can I learn?" Zhang Yan thought about it for a while. He wanted to fly but his strength didn't allow it.

"I see that you have learned the art of fetching quite well, but you can only fetch some small objects. As you practice more, you can fetch more and bigger objects."

"I understand, Dad."

"If you want to learn the art of fetching objects, you must first learn a spell. When you are strong enough, just think about it in your mind. The same will be true for the illusion and summoning spells in the future."

"What's that spell?" "Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, listen to my call. Then add what you want and where you want to place it. Just say one more sentence." Zhang Yiyun looked at Zhang Yan and nodded affirmatively. , motioning for him to try.

Zhang Yan couldn't wait to recite the incantation, and when he opened his eyes again, he found his spiritual treasure, the folding fan, in his hand.

"It's done, I can do it." Zhang Yan confidently clapped his hands with the folding fan.

"Zhang Yan, why did you bring this fan? Don't you hate him?" Now it was Zhang Yiyun's turn to be depressed.

Zhang Yan was not ready to tell the truth to Zhang Yiyun, so he made up a random reason, "This is my own choice. What's the use if I don't like it? I have to accept it."

After hearing the explanation, Zhang Yiyun actually showed a happy smile on his face, thinking that Zhang Yan had really grown up, "Then have you chosen a name for him?"

Zhang Yan was stunned, as if he had forgotten this incident. He looked at the fan carefully and saw that it was completely white with no traces. "Then let's call him Zhui Feng."

"It's good to chase the wind." After Zhang Yiyun said this, the father and son fell into silence for no reason.

Zhang Yan lowered his head and looked at Zhui Feng in his hand. A stream of heat emanated from Zhui Feng, from Zhang Yan's palm to his heart. It seemed that Zhui Feng also liked his name.

"Zhang Yan, why don't you practice it a few more times to lay a solid foundation, and when you don't use it, just change the same spell back and forth." Zhang Yiyun was the first to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Ah? Oh, okay." Zhang Yan came to his senses and tried again quickly, still successful.

(End of this chapter)