Chapter 10: Ten-meter Machete In the small herbalist asked Yao Yan to wait for a moment, and then he disappeared. When he reappeared, he had three more red scrolls in his hands, all of which were fighting skills of fire attribute. He introduced them to Yao Yan: "The Xuan-level intermediate body fighting skill - Wandering Dragon Song. When you practice it to perfection, your body will be like a dragon, and you can fly for a short time." "The Xuan-level high-level fighting skill - Fiery Blade, can condense a fire blade to fight the enemy. This fighting skill is very malleable and can train the alchemist's ability to control fire." He paused before introducing the last volume of fighting skills, his tone becoming more serious. "Low-level Earth Rank - Eight Desolate Burning Heaven Seal. This fighting skill is extremely powerful and has astonishing destructive power. It is a great test of the cultivator's own soul power and fighting spirit. If there is beast fire, it also tests the cultivator's control over the beast fire. If you cannot control yourself perfectly, it is very easy to backfire and hurt yourself." After saying that, he used his soul power to push three volumes of priceless fighting skills in front of Yao Yan. Yao Yan reached out to take them, put them between his eyebrows one by one, and memorized them one by one. After a moment, he opened his eyes. These three volumes of fighting skills were all excellent, and were rare treasures in the outside world. However, in front of an ancient imperial clan like the Yao clan, they seemed a little sparse and ordinary. But at the moment, they were extremely suitable for him. It was enough to make this thin alchemist strong. He put the three volumes of fighting skills into his ring, then took a deep breath and said, "Let's go." "Why not wait and get familiar with the fighting skills first." The herbalist pondered for a moment and said in a considerate manner.
Yao Yan shook his head and chuckled, "I have also learned a few self-defense fighting skills in the clan school. Although the level is not high, it is enough for self-defense. As for these fighting skills, it will not be too late to practice them after going to Shennong Mountains." The levels of these fighting skills are not low. He needs to practice them to a small degree in a few months. There is no need for him to stay here any longer. When he is quiet for too long, he wants to move around and see the outside world. As for the danger. Hunxuzi would never let him die, so if that was the case, he might as well go out and fight. There was someone to back him up, so why not be bolder. Upon hearing this, the herbal farmer stopped trying to persuade him. He grabbed Yao Yan's shoulders and flew into the air. The space around him quickly twisted, and he quickly flew out of Danding City as if he had teleported. Along the way, several powerful soul forces swept by, but after verifying the herbal farmer's identity, they ignored them. The two of them soon left the scope of Danding City, and endless mountains came into view, and at the same time they were getting farther and farther away from the clan monument. At this moment, inside the clan school. Yaoshan frowned slightly, looked up at the direction where Yaonong left, and muttered to himself: "Isn't it too hasty to send him to Shennong Mountain Range to train when he is only a one-star fighter?" After thinking for a while, he shook his head. He believed that his old friend, the herbal farmer, was sensible and would not do anything rash. …… The herbalist flew with Yao Yan at high speed, passing through several huge cities. Finally, the two came to a vast plain. In the center of the plain stood a huge stone archway hundreds of feet high. In the center of the archway was a twisted space that seemed to lead to an unknown space. There are a large number of flying monsters on the plain, and pavilions have been built on them. It looks extremely lively, and it seems that some of them are trading places. A large number of people shuttled through it. "This is the gate of the Medicine Clan. In the past, it was guarded by several venerables. In the past, when the Medicine Clan held the Pharmacopoeia, people from the outside world would enter the Medicine World through this gate. Similarly, we can only go out through here. Those are people from the sects in the Shennong Mountains. Many of them rely on the Medicine Clan for their existence, and the Medicine Clan also needs these people to provide supplies." The herbalist explained and then went down with Yao Yan. He showed the jade token and waited for the gate guard to record it before he slowly walked towards the stone gate. When the two of them walked into the twisted space, their eyes blurred slightly, and at the same time, the vast plain turned into a huge mountain stream, and a corner of the huge mountain range wrapped in thick fog in the distance was revealed. Compared with it, people seemed to become extremely small. The herbal farmer and Yao Yan did not stop, and left the mountain stream in a flash. After a few flashes, they were far away from the location of the giant stone arch, and then landed in a valley with a nice view. "boom!" The herbalist casually blasted out a burst of fighting spirit, and chiseled a cave on the solid mountain wall.
After doing all this, he looked at Yao Yan again and warned him: "In the Shennong Mountains, remember not to trust anyone, even if they are members of the Yao Clan." There was a pause. “…No one will remember a branch clan member with a third-grade bloodline.” Yao Yan nodded. He deeply agreed with what the other party said. The fantasy world has always been like this. Even people of the same clan would turn against each other for a rare treasure. If it weren't for his relationship with Hunxuzi, a big shot like Yaonong would obviously not look up to him. He hadn't developed feelings for the herbal farmer after spending a few years with him. After explaining all this, the herbalist left. As for the resources for cultivation, Yao Yan had no shortage of them in his ring. The only thing he lacked now was practical experience. "From a young master to a savage..." Yao Yan looked around and couldn't help but make a joke to himself, and then began his own survival in the wilderness. After all, he had watched Bear Grylls and Democracy in his previous life. Yao Yan did not spend much effort to control the Fiery Sword, and a golden sword that seemed to be real gathered in his palm. The most difficult part of practicing this advanced Xuan-level fighting skill is to condense the fire-attributed fighting spirit into flames, and then compress and release it to control it against the enemy. This is almost impossible for a fighter, and only a fighting master can barely control it. However, this biggest difficulty does not exist at all for Yao Yan. After all, he himself controls beast fire of the Phantom Gold Fire level, and he only needs to use the operation method of the Fiery Blade to perform this fighting skill. "Brush~" Yao Yan casually swung his sword at the distant lake, and the fighting spirit in his body circulated rapidly. A golden flame sword energy that seemed to be real broke through the air and smashed into the lake at an extremely fast speed. Along with the rising of a large amount of water vapor, a loud explosion sounded, and waves splashed everywhere. "It's a bit like the star soul gathering energy into a blade..." Yao Yan inexplicably thought of a Chinese cartoon he had watched in his previous life. He muttered to himself and immediately controlled the golden flaming knife in his palm to become longer. "Chichi~" In the blink of an eye, the golden flaming sword stretched to three feet. “Is this considered a ten-meter machete?” Yao Yan felt his own limits, whispered to himself, and at the same time felt the degree of depletion of his body's fighting spirit. He soon discovered the power of this fighting skill. If he just kept the flaming knife covering his palm, he would hardly consume any fighting spirit. However, if he turned the flaming knife into sword energy and slashed it out, he would consume a lot of fighting spirit. The previous one directly consumed one tenth of his current fighting spirit, and this was when he suppressed the power of the flaming knife. If he exerted his full strength, he would probably drain his body dry in one go. However, this fighting skill is just as the herbalist said, it is highly flexible, and the strength of the power is entirely controlled by the practitioner himself, and it can even change its form, such as a fine needle... (End of this chapter)