Opening fight as a supporting role

"The power of wind

and thunder..." When Xiao Yan heard this, he couldn't hide the heat on his face, and muttered, "No wonder I always feel that some wind and thunder sounds can always be heard in this scroll. "

This wind and thunder power is an important reason why the Wind Thunder Pavilion can endure in the Douqi Continent, it is said that only when the sky is covered with dark clouds and lightning and thunder, sitting on the top of the mountain, there is a chance to receive a trace of wind and thunder power."

"The power of wind and thunder is extremely violent, if you want to cultivate three thousand thunder, you must turn the power of wind and thunder inhaled into your own use, if you want to do this step, only those with strong will with perseverance can succeed, I heard that many disciples in the wind and thunder pavilion, when they are cultivating three thousand thunder, they cannot suppress the power of wind and thunder that enter the body, the light ones cultivate for great damage, and the heavy ones go crazy." When Yao Lao said this, his voice changed and he said to the two.

"You are now fused with strange fires in your bodies, you should be able to detect that the fighting qi in your body is now obviously different from when you first stepped into cultivation, and it contains this scorching aura of flame, which is also a major advantage for you when you fight with others."

Hearing Yao Lao's words, Xiao Fanhe glanced at each other and nodded slowly, they also knew that Yao Lao was reminding them that they needed to persevere like refining a different fire to be able to cultivate successfully.

Xiao Yan recalled the pain when devouring the alien fire, although a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, but there was no trace of regret and fear, even the violent alien fire in the world could successfully devour itself, he didn't believe that he couldn't hold on to a fighting skill.

Although Xiao Fan has not experienced the pain of devouring alien fire, he has absolute confidence in his physique, since alien fire is not hindered to him, the power of wind and thunder is just a hint.

"That's right, teacher." Xiao Yanmeng remembered what Yao Lao had just said, and hurriedly asked: "You just said that there is only one wind and thunder power in a scroll, doesn't that mean..."

Yao Lao glanced at Xiao Yan angrily, and said calmly: "Although the restrictions of the Wind Thunder Pavilion are very serious, but I want the old man to traverse the continent for so many years, what winds and waves have not been seen, since I will bring you over, there is naturally a way to solve it." "

Hey, hey." Being reprimanded by the medicine elder, Xiao Yan was not disappointed, but excited, such an amazing fighting skill, if only one of the two of them could cultivate, it would be troublesome. "Then teacher, let's start cultivating now!"

"Don't worry, wait a minute."

"Wait for what?"

Yao Lao pointed to the gloomy sky above his head and slowly spoke; "Wait for the wind to rise, wait for the thunder and lightning, only in this way will you have the opportunity to successfully cultivate three thousand thunder."

The weather between the mountains was unpredictable, Xiao Fan and his party waited for half a day, and that night, thunder and lightning, and fierce winds.

"It's now." Yao Lao looked at the scene in the sky, turned around and said to the two in surprise: "Let's go." When

he reached the top of the mountain, Yao Lao asked Xiao Fan and Xiao Yan to sit cross-kneeled, placed the three thousand thunder scroll between the two of them, and said to them: "Next, I will draw out the wind and thunder power inside the scroll, gather the wind and thunder filled, and turn it into two parts, and at that time, you will have to suppress it yourself." Seeing

Xiao Fan nodding, Yao Lao waved his hand gently, and the special seal on the silver scroll instantly collapsed, and a powerful energy fluctuation emanated from the scroll for several years.

Curled up out of thin air, showing off wealth between Xiao Fan and Xiao Yan, the hairs on it that were as slender as hair instantly turned into pure silver, and an astonishing silver pillar of light rushed up towards the sky from the scroll.

The thunder and lightning in the sky were all attracted, smashing on the silver pillars of light formed by the scroll connecting with the sky, and even the howling wind seemed to gather here.

"Condensation!"

Yao Lao looked at the scene above, and finally drank loudly, and then the soul power that made people feel suffocated instantly surged out, compressing the thunder and wind in the sky, and the blink of an eye into the silver pillar of light.

Yao Lao had a straight face, his face was a little serious, his hands were pressed down in the void, and the silver pillar of light that originally towered straight into the sky slowly shrank and fell back into the scroll in front of Xiao Fan and the two.

After a moment of silence, two silver-white thunderbolts shot out from the scroll, and inside each thunderbolt, it seemed to contain thousands of figures.

These figures, whether sitting still, galloping, or walking, are lifelike in a variety of ways.

"Sealed!"

Yao Lao's suffocating soul power still blocked the space, and the two thunderbolts could not escape at all under the suppression of Yao Lao.

"Inhale these two rays of thunder into your body and refine them."

After saying a word to the two, Yao Lao waved his hand and punched two lightning bolts into the two of them.

Xiao Fan was still lamenting the soul power of the medicine elder that he had just felt, the soul power that was as deep as the ocean, far from what Xiao Fan could compare, worthy of being the medicine Venerable who once crisscrossed the Fighting Qi Continent.

At this moment, sensing the power of the wind and thunder that Yao Lao had punched into his body, Xiao Fan instantly mobilized the strange fire and wrapped it in his body, with the existence of the strange fire, but a trace of the power of the wind and thunder could not turn over much wind and waves.

Constantly mobilizing the power of wind and thunder surrounded by different fires, the power of wind and thunder without follow-up power was soon completely dispersed by different fires, turned into Xiao Fan's body, and merged into the hundreds of limbs.

Easily refining the power of wind and thunder, Xiao Fan opened his eyes and met Xiao Yan's eyes on the other side.

After all, both of them have different fires, and if you want to refine the power of wind and thunder, it is not too simple.

"Huh, the refining was successful?" Seeing the two open their eyes, Yao Lao asked with a smile on the side.

"Well, teacher, after absorbing the power of wind and thunder, isn't it time to cultivate three thousand thunder now!" Xiao Yan looked at Yao Lao, his throat moved, and he couldn't wait to ask.

"That's true, but haven't you already successfully refined the power of wind and thunder." He looked at the two with a smile and said, "Isn't the power of wind and thunder that you just absorbed contain a thousand forms of humanoid movies, that is the key to cultivating three thousand thunders."

"As long as you successfully refine the power of wind and thunder, all you need to do is to constantly familiarize yourself, three thousand thunder movements, sooner or later you can reach Dacheng!"

"Really!"

Hearing the words of the medicine elder, Xiao Yan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to try to run the wind and thunder power in his body.

A slight thunder sounded, and Xiao Fan's figure that was originally sitting on the top of the mountain instantly galloped towards the sky.

Located in mid-air, Xiao Yan looked at himself standing in the air, and then turned around, and saw that the thunder bat sky wing behind him was not used, and shouted to the medicine elders with an excited face: "Teacher, senior brother, I... Ah..." Before

the words were finished, the faint white thunder and lightning under Xiao Yan's feet seemed to be weak, disappeared, and then Xiao Yan who was volleyed in the air instantly fell towards the foot of the mountain, leaving a mournful wail.