Saiyan's Journey To Another World

"Damn! Why can't my cultivation level be improved!?"

On a cliff, a handsome young man roared to the sky and smashed his fist on the mountain wall in front of him.

The mountain wall cracked open, and the broken stones fell to the ground mixed with a few traces of bright red.

Xiao Huo was unwilling and angry, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with his cultivation.

Overnight, he fell from the top of his family to the most useless, from the first level of Yuan Realm to the third level of Mortal Realm.

The family, even the whole Xiaocheng and even other cities knew that Xiao Huo, the genius of the past, had become a waste, and ridicule and sarcasm continued one after another.

If this is the case, although it will be a huge blow to him, he also firmly believes that with his talent, he will soon return to the Yuan Realm, reach the peak again, and use his talent to slap those who laughed at him loudly.

However, after three years of penance, his cultivation base is still standing still.

What puzzled him the most was that his foundation "927" was clearly intact, he could absorb spiritual energy, and he could practice exercises.

His father is a strong man in the realm of life and death, his cultivation is as high as the sky, and he is powerless to deal with his symptoms.

"Why! Is the sky jealous of talents!?" Xiao Huo roared at the sky.

Just as Xiao Huo was venting his anger, a ring on the middle finger of his right hand emitted light.

Then, from the ring, an unreal old man in green clothes floated in front of Xiao Huo.

"Little baby, are you distressed?"

"Who are you!?" Xiao Huo subconsciously took two steps back and said alertly.

"My surname is Ye, you can call me Ye Lao." Ye Weiyang stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"You just ran out of my ring..." Xiao Huo seemed to suddenly think of something, and said with a look of shock and anger: "Then my cultivation base has regressed and stagnated in the past three years, is it you?" What did you do!?"

"Oh, baby, don't be angry, sucking your spiritual energy for three years is a helpless act, besides, your spiritual energy is not very good to be honest.

"No, I came out to compensate you. You are willing to worship me as your teacher, and I will teach you top-level exercises and supernatural powers."

Apart from feeling guilty towards Xiao Huo, Ye Weiyang also sees Xiao Huo's talent in cultivation.

As a mediocre person, even after absorbing his spiritual energy for three years, Ye Weiyang would not bother to spend a lot of time to cultivate it, at most he would teach a few acceptable exercises as compensation.

"I worship you as my teacher, who are you, do you know that my father is a strong man in the fourth level of life and death?"

As soon as Xiao Huo heard it, he immediately got angry and came up.

Sucking my cultivation base, humiliating me, and now jumping out to take advantage of me, you are really shameless, old stick.

"Oh? Are you sure?"

Ye Weiyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the momentum of the Japanese stocks swept out.

In an instant, the cliff began to tremble violently.

Although this aura was not aimed at Xiao Huo intentionally, it also made him bow down.

Seeing that he was about to be suppressed and prostrate on the ground, Xiao Huo gritted his teeth to maintain the balance of his body.

His bones creaked, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"It still has a bit of backbone." Seeing this, Ye Weiyang felt a bit of satisfaction in his eyes, and withdrew his coercion.

"how?"

"It's not that good, you're only at the Profound Realm, but my father is..."

Xiao Huo was interrupted by Ye Weiyang before he finished speaking.

"Farewell to your father, this seat is only a soul body at the moment. In my heyday, even a powerhouse at the peak of life and death is no different from an ant in my eyes." Ye Weiyang snorted coldly.

Open your mouth about your father, shut up about your father, you are not your father, why are you so good at singing.

Xiao Huo's face was ashen, and he always felt that these words were insulting his father, but hearing what the old man said, could it be that his cultivation was beyond the peak of life and death?

Could it be that he is a strong person in the Ming Dao Realm!?

Thinking of this, Xiao Huo's expression became uncertain. If such a strong man is willing to accept him as a disciple, it seems that there is nothing wrong with him. His future achievements are absolutely limitless.

After thinking clearly about the pros and cons, Xiao Huo no longer hesitated, and kowtowed three times on his knees.

"Master is above, suffer disciple worship!"

"Okay, from now on you will be my disciple."

Taking in a talented student, Ye Weiyang was in a good mood, with a flick of his big hand, an invisible force lifted Xiao Huo up.

"Master, now I am your disciple, that top-level exercise..."

Xiao Huo rubbed his hands together, with an expression of uncontrollable excitement and anticipation on his face.

Thinking that no one will inhale his spiritual energy in the future, and he will practice top-notch skills and supernatural powers, wouldn't this life suddenly take off from the bottom of the valley!?

"Of course I won't treat you badly."

Ye Weiyang pointed out and taught the exercises into Xiao Huo's mind.

"Shen Qing Qi Shuang Jue? Master, why have I never heard of this exercise, and the name doesn't sound high-grade at all." Xiao Huo asked suspiciously.

He suspected that this cheap master used a cheap exercise to fool him, but he had no proof.

"You bastard, countless people have robbed this book of exercises without even getting a corner of the page. Now it's all for nothing, you brat.

"In short, you can experience the beauty of it yourself. I believe that with your talent, you will be able to get started soon. If someone comes, you will withdraw first as a teacher."

After speaking, Ye Weiyang dissipated and returned to Xiao Huo's ring.

Before Xiao Huo could delve into this exercise, a petite woman with a pretty face came trotting all the way.

She is Xiao Huo's servant, Yang Ning.

"Young master, Miss Ji is here, and I'm in the conference hall with the master, and the master calls you over." Yang Ning took a few breaths, her cheeks flushed.

"I see."

Xiao Huo said in his heart that his future beautiful daughter-in-law came to see him.

So, he immediately ran to the meeting hall in a desperate manner.

Yang Ning looked at his back from afar, with a hint of infatuation in her eyes.

The eldest young master was handsome and strong back then. Although his cultivation base has been abolished, his appearance is still very online.

As a dedicated Yan dog, Yang Ning still persisted in Xiao Huo and took care of his life during the three years when Xiao Huo fell to the bottom.

"Master, when can I take a look at Ning'er..." Yang Ning sighed.

However, she is very self-aware of herself, the young master is the heir of the master, even if he is a waste, his status is high.

She is a servant, she is content to be close to the young master and have a few words with the young master.

Xiao Huo happily ran to the door of the conference hall, coughed lightly twice, sorted out his outfit, and stepped in every day.

"Father, everyone, I am late on 5.9."

"Miss Ji, you are welcome to visit my Xiao's house. I am sorry to welcome you."

Xiao Huo's well-behaved, humble and polite appearance has been recognized by many people.

If his cultivation is in good condition, he will be the helm of the Xiao family in the future.

But there were also some young people who were upset, and secretly cursed: "What are you pretending to be, trash!"

They both used to be Xiao Huo's licking dogs, licking each other hard.

But Xiao Huo fell down overnight, not only did they not get any benefits from Xiao Huo, but they thought of their humble dog-licking experience in the past, and they felt sick.

So one by one became angry from embarrassment, and only by constantly humiliating Xiao Huo could their twisted and dirty hearts be satisfied.

There is a saying, although my life is not very satisfactory, but I am very happy to see the great people who used to be on the top fall from the altar and be cast aside by others. .