Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Chapter 270 Zi Yan
Compared to "Three Mysterious Changes of Heavenly Fire", the shock and inspiration that "Three Thousand Thunders" brought to Qinghuan was much smaller.

It's not the difference in the grades of the two, but the concepts behind the creation of these two techniques, which are completely on different levels!

The Three Mysterious Transformations of Heavenly Fire have already involved the very origin of spiritual practice.

The Three Thousand Thunders are merely the application of the power of wind and thunder... even this power of wind and thunder needs to be sought from outside.

Xiao Yan mastered the Three Mysterious Transformations of Skyfire very easily, and the only thing left was his proficiency in it.

But the three thousand thunders require the introduction of the power of wind and thunder from heaven and earth, and one has to wait for a suitable time.

Qing Huan played with the scroll and said, “I can use my own wind and thunder power to open the scroll for you and import the information... but you will have to suffer a little in the process.

Or should we wait for the right weather to open it?"

Xiao Yan was stunned: "Aren't you of wood and fire attributes? Where did the power of wind and thunder come from?"

Qing Huan shook his head and said, "In my opinion, a person's soul has all the attributes, but only one attribute is presented to the outside world. The reason is that the soul is weak and has no master.

I remember telling you about this.”

Xiao Yan blinked and said, "Yes, Pangu opened the sky."

Qing Huan nodded and said, "The changes in the properties of the body can naturally lead to different attributes."

As he spoke, the wind and thunder wings behind him suddenly spread open, and lightning and wind whirls coexisted on the huge wings.

Xiao Yan blurted out: "So handsome! Is this your Dou Qi wings?"

Qing Huan smiled and said, "How is it? Have you chosen?"

Xiao Yan sat down cross-legged with an envious look on his face and said, "Come on, it's just a little hardship."

"Ah!"

Qinghuan chuckled, and flapped her wings behind her. The power of wind and thunder surged, and with a "boom", the scroll was torn open.

A dazzling silver light suddenly shot out from the scroll and merged with the wind and thunder wings behind Qinghuan, making Qinghuan seem as if he was bathed in thunder.

The powerful beam of light can still be seen clearly from a hundred miles away.

In the strong light, human-shaped shadows appeared one after another, running in various forms.

There was a silver lightning like a tiny electric python wrapped under the feet of the human-shaped phantom. The light flickered slightly, and the figure seemed to be alive. The speed was terrifyingly fast, as if ignoring the distance in space and spreading in all directions.

"Congeal!"

Qing Huan's powerful soul power surged out, trapping all the human-shaped phantoms tightly, and stuffed them into Xiao Yan's body along with the electric light.

Xiao Yan’s body trembled violently, and he let out a muffled groan, with veins bulging!

Lightning flowed through his body, and the intense pain made Xiao Yan's body tremble unconsciously and cold sweat flow.

"Concentrate and calm your mind!"

Qing Huan let out a low cry, and after Xiao Yan began to slowly absorb the information, he said, “The natural power of wind and thunder does not carry any will, only attribute instinct.

And my wind and thunder power naturally possesses my will... Ordinary water is tasteless, but water with added seasonings has all kinds of flavors, such as sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.

If you want to suffer less, receive the information as quickly as possible."

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and persisted.

An unknown amount of time had passed before all the information on the scroll was imported into Xiao Yan's body. Only then did Qing Huan take back his wind and thunder power.

Xiao Yan let out a long breath as if he had been granted amnesty, but did not open his eyes. The information entered his brain and he still needed to sort it out and accept it himself.

Qinghuan can't help in this regard.

He stood up and walked to a big tree nearby. He reached out and pulled out a little girl of about eleven or twelve years old from behind the tree. She had long lavender hair that reached down to her waist. Her cheeks were extremely white and tender, and she looked as delicate as a piece of jade.

Being dragged by Qinghuan, she hugged the tree tightly, her little face full of resistance.

Qing Huan laughed and asked, "Whose child are you from? Why are you peeking here?"

For some reason, the little girl was a little afraid of Qing Huan. She hugged the tree and struggled, saying, "I was attracted by the beam of light just now... I didn't peek!"

"Huh? You're quite strong."

Qing Huan let go of her hand in surprise and said, "If you didn't mean any harm, I would have chased you away just now... Do you know Xiao Yan?"

The little girl looked at Xiao Yan who was sitting cross-legged and said, "Well, he can make delicious pills... But you are very strong, I almost couldn't hold you just now." Qing Huan asked curiously, "Are you afraid of me?"

The little girl looked at Qing Huan secretly and said, "I can sense danger from you... more dangerous than any monster I've ever encountered!"

What a keen sense!

Qing Huan raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's your name?"

The little girl said: "My name is Zi Yan!"

really!

"My name is Qing Huan."

Qinghuan felt it was weird that she didn't pull a little girl just now...it was indeed her.

In order to prevent his past ideas from affecting his new life, Qing Huan sealed part of his memory.

But it is not completely locked up and forgotten.

If he were to encounter a life-or-death situation, completely locking away his memories would only cause him to lose his life in vain.

So even though part of Qinghuan's memory was sealed, whenever someone or something he knew was mentioned, Qinghuan would have a sense of familiarity.

With the familiar feeling, Qinghuan only needs to "think" to recall the related memories.

Of course, Qinghuan would not "think" about unimportant things. You have to know that memories are chained. If you pull out a radish, you will also bring out the mud. When you think of one thing, it is easy to think of a series of other related things.

So, when Qing Huan saw this little girl and noticed that she was strangely strong, and this was Canaan College... he felt that the girl was familiar.

When she introduced herself, Qing Huan remembered who she was, and also remembered that she was a dragon, which was why she was so strong...

But that was all. Qinghuan stopped thinking about the other information in time and did not continue to "think".

……

As a monster's instinct, the danger Zi Yan sensed in Qing Huan was too strong, even stronger than that of the old man who had just come to the academy.

It’s not that Qinghuan is stronger than the old man, but... it’s like a tiger and a horse that is bigger than a tiger. People can only sense the danger from a tiger but not the danger from a horse.

So she dared to act unruly in front of the old man, but was unusually well-behaved in front of Qinghuan.

That was the dangerous feeling of the origin of life, or in other words, Qing Huan's Chaos Fire, Qing Huan's identity as an alchemist...

Alchemist, one pill, one life!

Warcraft is just the material that alchemists use to make elixirs!

However, after a conversation, Zi Yan relaxed, and the danger she sensed gradually dissipated.

It seemed like her true nature was coming out. Zi Yan put her hands on her hips, looked up at Qing Huan, and said crisply, "You scared me just now... You have to compensate me!"

Qing Huan laughed in silence, took out a pill from the blue, stuffed it into her mouth, and said with a smile: "Okay, as you say, this is compensation!"

Zi Yan puffed up her cheeks as she chewed. Her large black and white eyes suddenly lit up. She chewed and swallowed quickly, blurting out, "It's delicious! And it gives you lots of energy... I want more!"

Qing Huan rummaged around, and finally pulled out a handful of twenty or thirty pills, stuffed them into Zi Yan's arms, and said with a smile, "These are all I have. These are Xiao Lan's rations, and they are all given to you."

Zi Yan happily held the pill, swallowed one in one gulp, and asked vaguely, "Who is Xiao Lan?"

Qing Huan touched her head and said with a smile: "Xiao Lan is a blue eagle raised by a friend of mine."

Zi Yan rolled her eyes and said, "Don't treat me like a child. I know that a magical beast like the Blue Eagle is only level one, and it can't eat a pill like this!"

Qing Huan laughed, pinched her soft cheek, and said, "Xiao Lan is different. It is now a sixth-level magical beast. I'll introduce it to you when I have the chance."

Zi Yan blinked in a silly way: "Blue Eagle... can it grow to level six?"

Qinghuan burst into laughter again. He always had a special preference for little girls, and Qinglin was the same at the beginning.

I wonder how Qinglin is doing now... As for Huang, Hei, Lan, Chi, and Lu, Qinghuan is too lazy to think about them.

Zi Yan looked at Qing Huan in confusion and laughed. She seemed very happy. She waved her fist and said, "I know. You are a pharmacist."

"Smart!" Qinghuan gave her a thumbs up.

(End of this chapter)