"I have to say that most of the Xuanyin True Realm are quite fat." Xiao Yan smiled and counted the gains in detail, which was still quite a considerable income. Xiao Yan, the source energy pill of the Light God, found nearly tens of millions of them from these many rings.

This harvest made Xiao Yan very satisfied. After all, Xiao Yan finally obtained five million Shenyuan Qi Pills by cheating in the spiritual medicine palace. Now Xiao Yan has gained 10 million Shenyuan Qi Pills at once, which is a great harvest.

In addition to the Divine Source Qi Pill, we also obtained a lot of materials and resources, and we have many fighting skills, but there are no fighting skills that can be used on the table. The fighting skills of the Creation level are generally not inherited in the form of scrolls, and basically they will not be passed on. After all, the fighting skills of the Creation level are very rare and will be very strict.

In general, the biggest gain is the resource that is urgently needed for Shenyuan Qi Pill. After all, a war relies heavily on resources. Although the Shenyuan Qi Pill that Xiao Yan can collect now is just a drop in the bucket for a real war, no matter how much or less, Xiao Yan is also doing his best to prepare.

After a long time, a huge and gorgeous planet appeared in front of Xiao Yan. The entire star was colorful, and it looked very beautiful just from the outside.

"Xiao Yuxing, we are here." The empress looked up at the beautiful star in front of her and chuckled softly. Her eyes were filled with memories. Xiao Yuxing was where she and the Lord met for the first time.

Xiao Yan raised his head and looked at the vast and beautiful star. The empress stood up at this moment, and tears flashed in her beautiful eyes, as if she was recalling the past between her and the Lord.

The sky rain star is in a hazy state.

Thousands of mountains stand, clouds and rain fill the sky. The rainfall in each area has its own different eyes, which makes people feel very wonderful.

However, just after entering this place, Xiao Yan felt a strong murderous intent, and then looked in the direction where the murderous intent was coming. He saw a figure hanging in the hazy mist and rain, with his arms crossed his chest, and a sword behind him, with his back facing Xiao Yan and the Empress.

"The training is here again, I'll wait for you at Xiaoyuxing." The empress smiled. Xiao Yan was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the figure in the distance. As for the empress, after saying that, Bing Yuntu transformed into carrying the empress disappeared into the hazy and lingering mist and rain.

At this moment, only Xiao Yan and the figure with a sword on the far end were left in the air.

"Are you ready?" A figure slowly heard.

Xiao Yan looked puzzled when he heard this and asked in confusion: "What are you preparing for?"

"Check my sword!" said the figure in a deep voice, as if even this tone contained sword intent, giving people a sense of sharpness.

"I don't know you, why do you have to fight?" Xiao Yan frowned slightly.

"If you want to enter this Xiaoyu Star, this is the rule of entering the star." The figure said.

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly. What kind of strange rules is this? Can you be qualified to enter this star by relying on your strength?

It seemed that there was no choice, Xiao Yan stretched his palm to the eight wilderness Xuan Chong Ruler behind him. At this moment, the rain in the air suddenly stopped. The two of them tacitly understood and almost took action together.

"clang!!"

The sound of metal and iron collision collided out in the mist and rain, and the rain around was shaken open in circles.

"Why don't you use the source gas?" Xiao Yan asked.

The figure did not look up, but just replied softly: "If you use the source energy, you can't catch this sword just now."

Xiao Yan did not refute because he could not even notice what kind of strength this person was in front of him, and suppressed the aura and fluctuations on his body to an extremely low level, which made Xiao Yan unable to know at all, but Xiao Yan's foot was emitting a source energy fluctuation that was not weak.

But the opponent blocked him with just a very ordinary sword. Being able to take Xiao Yan's attack so calmly might be at least the peak of the Nine Star Fighting God.

"Empress...will the sparring training behave a little beyond the rules? It's too powerful?" Xiao Yan smiled bitterly in his heart. This was completely beyond the range of ability he could deal with.

Buzz!

At this moment, the sword was extremely fast and hovered at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye at a distance of only two fingers between Xiao Yan's throat.

"How dare you distract yourself during the battle!" the figure said sternly.

Xiao Yan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately opened the distance, but his figure rushed over. The sword in his hand did not have many gorgeous tricks. He simply slashed and slashed, and he made Xiao Yan miserable.

"It's too weak, boring." The figure sworded again, and Xiao Yan's hair fell down, and the cut hair stagnated, and then it broke inch by inch. This control of power reached an extremely subtle level.

"Senior is immortal, so I will naturally lose." Xiao Yan said with a wry smile.

"I haven't used my immortal power just now. As a seven-star fighting god, you are not outstanding." The sword-holding figure looked at Xiao Yan and shook his head in disappointment.

"Sir, please give me advice." Xiao Yan immediately put his fists on his back, and looked at Xiao Yan without saying anything. After circling the sword in his hand for a week, it floated in the air. His figure stomped on the flying sword and disappeared into the mist and rain.

Xiao Yan scratched his head helplessly, but unexpectedly he was disliked by someone's talent. This was something Xiao Yan never expected, and it instantly hit Xiao Yan's self-confidence.

"The qualifications and understanding are a little worse, but you can only be considered a registered disciple of Xiaoyu Pavilion, come to Xiaoyu Pavilion to report!" The missing figure came from a distance, and Xiao Yan was stunned when he heard this.

What? The strength of his seven-star fighting god can only be regarded as a registered disciple?

So what kind of strong men and monsters are there in Xiaoyu Pavilion? Xiao Yan couldn't imagine it, so he had to follow the figure that had disappeared from his sword to go to Xiaoyu Pavilion. Following the direction where the figure disappeared, Xiao Yan's body also moved into a long rainbow.

Under the mist and rain, a mountain stands majestic, without the palaces and sects that Xiao Yan imagines. Some are just small villages that don’t look very big, very ordinary existences, and Xiao Yan’s face is strange.

"Jian Xiangyang, is this the registered disciple you are talking about?" There were no more than ten people in the entire village, all surrounded him and looked at Xiao Yan curiously.

The figure who had bullied Xiao Yan before was named Jian Xiangyang, and he nodded slowly.

"Boy, you have to work hard to become a core disciple." A man laughed.

Xiao Yan looked around and felt extremely puzzled: "If I guessed right, I would probably not be the only disciple of this vast Xiaoyu Pavilion, right?"
Chapter completed!