Chapter 167 Everyone talks about it
Ghost Ye Yan emerged from Chang Ping's soul sea, touched his chin, circled around Chang Ping, and looked Chang Ping up and down carefully.

Although this boy is neither handsome nor white, and has an extremely ordinary appearance, his eyes are bright, his figure is tall and strong, and his muscles are strong and powerful, as if each piece of him is made of steel or iron.

If he was right, this child was a martial arts prodigy rarely seen in a thousand years, and his talent was even stronger than that of his best friend, the legendary lightning spirit master Sheng Mu.

"Young man, what's your name?" Ye Yan stood with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes and asked with a smile.

"I am Chang Ping, the ordinary Chang, the ordinary Ping, and I am a commoner." Chang Ping clasped his fists and bowed, "Ancestor, don't be surprised. The reason why I have cultivated to my current level is entirely because I have obtained the inheritance of a certain ancient great power."

If ordinary people don’t have any luck or cheats, it’s even harder than climbing to the sky to surpass the nobles. The nobles have huge resources, and ordinary people can hardly get even a drop in the bucket even if they work hard all their lives.

"Oh? The inheritance of the ancient powerful?" Ye Yan felt relieved. This boy possessed a blue soul sea and was extremely talented. With the help of the ancient powerful, he was like a tiger with wings. It was reasonable for him to become a phoenix and rise to the top.

Ye Yan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Chang Ping, are you willing to be my disciple?" He was worried. How could others, who already had the ancient heritage, look down upon him, a legendary demon spirit master?

"No!" Chang Ping refused without hesitation.

Ye Yan smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt empty inside.

As expected, this kid looked down on him, a legendary demon spirit master.

Unexpectedly, Chang Ping changed the subject, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands and said, "I would like to ask you to be my godfather. What do you think?"

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Ye Yan was so shocked that his whole body froze, standing there like a half piece of wood.

After a long time, Ye Yan came back to his senses.

He stroked his white beard, calmed himself, coughed dryly, and asked: "Why do you want to recognize me as your godfather? Did you get into trouble outside?" He was not a child, but the ancestor of the City of Glory. He once managed the people of the entire city. How could he be fooled easily?

This guy started flattering him as soon as they met. He looked honest on the surface, but he was actually very cunning.

However, this is understandable.

He is a child of the common people and should have entered the society at a very young age and dealt with many people. If he is not cunning, wouldn't he be cheated and killed by the bad guys in the society?

"To be honest!" Chang Ping was ready to tell the truth, "I studied at Shenglan College and sat at the same table with the daughter of the city lord Ye Zong. I liked her. But I am a lowly commoner and can never be with a noble, so I thought of recognizing you as my godparent and changing my status."

Ye Yan was stunned for a moment: "Have you ever considered that if you acknowledge me as your godfather, according to the seniority, Ye Zong, Ye Zong's daughter and the entire Glory City will have to call you grandpa?"

Super senior!

"It doesn't matter!" Chang Ping waved his hands and didn't care: "Ye Zong calls me grandpa, and I call Ye Zong father-in-law. We each have our own things and it doesn't affect each other!" Chang Ping smiled secretly in his heart. When Ye Zong called him grandpa, his expression must be very interesting.

As long as he holds on to the thigh of Ye Yan's ancestor, Ye Zong cannot punish him even if he kisses Ye Zong's daughter or sleeps with Ye Zong's second wife.

Of course, Chang Ping would not do this, he has a bottom line.

Seeing that Ye Yan was still hesitating, Chang Ping dropped a bombshell: "If you agree to be my godfather, I can give you two god-level skills!" Having read the original novel, he knew that Ye Yan's ancestor was a bookworm who loved to study all kinds of powerful cultivation techniques.

Ye Yan really fell into the trap and asked Chang Ping to give him one first so that he could see if it was god-level.

The paper versions of the Wind-Thunder Winged Dragon Art and the Nine-Transformation Ice Phoenix Art had already been given away, so Chang Ping could only recite them orally.

When he obtained the two skills, he was already a golden demon spirit master with the ability to remember everything he saw.

"Hmm? Not bad! In seconds!" Ye Yan nodded repeatedly while listening to Chang Ping reciting the Nine Transformations of Ice Phoenix Technique. Ye Yan's heart was like a stormy sea. It was indeed a god-level technique, and its exquisiteness surpassed all the techniques he had!
After Chang Ping finished reciting one part, Ye Yan hurriedly urged Chang Ping to recite the next part. He looked so anxious, as if he was a groom about to enter the bridal chamber.

"No! You have to recognize me before I will carry you on my back!" Chang Ping shook his head and refused.

Ye Yan has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. If he doesn't get the second part of the exercises, he will feel uncomfortable all over, scratching his ears and cheeks, and his face will turn red, as if there are thousands of lice on his body.

"Forget about asking you to call me grandpa, I'll even let you call me godfather! Quick, recite the second part of the skills to me, I can't wait!" Ye Yan scratched his messy hair, his eyes red, as if he was possessed.

Chang Ping nodded and recited the Wind-Thunder Pterosaur Art to Ye Yan in its entirety.

After getting the two sets of skills, Ye Yan felt as if he had urinated, and felt refreshed from the top of his head to his toes, and he smiled so hard that his mouth almost reached the back of his head.

"It's impolite not to reciprocate! My dear grandson, I'll give you a gift too!" Ye Yan smiled mysteriously.

"Thank you, Grandpa Yan!" Chang Ping stood up and followed Ye Yan's ghost.

Under Ye Yan's guidance, Chang Ping came to the depths of the Tianhuan Holy Land.

"My dear grandson, look!"

Following the direction of Ye Yan's finger, Chang Ping saw an altar.

Dark thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and golden lightning struck the center of the altar from time to time.

Chang Ping narrowed his eyes and saw a simple and ancient sword stuck in the center of the altar, about half a foot wide and five feet long.

A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill has no workmanship!
"Good sword!" Chang Ping praised sincerely.

He knew clearly that the name of this sword was the Meteorite Divine Thunder Sword, and it was a treasure as famous as the Book of Time and Space Demons.

"Don't think about it!" Ye Yan warned seriously, "Even a legendary lightning spirit master can't control it, so a black gold spirit master like you can forget about it."

“This is the area with the most abundant spiritual energy in the entire Tianhuan Holy Land. It can increase the speed of your soul power cultivation several times. You can practice here!” The gift Ye Yan mentioned was not the Tianyun Divine Thunder Sword, but a place with abundant spiritual energy near the altar.

"Grandpa Yan, I want to give it a try!" Chang Ping rubbed his hands, eager to give it a try.

"Go! Don't turn back until you hit the wall. Wait until you are struck by lightning and become an idiot, then you will know how powerful it is!" Ye Yan did not stop him.

He has obsessive-compulsive disorder and knows exactly what Chang Ping is thinking.

But some things cannot be done by imagination alone, they need to be based on objective facts.

Boom boom boom!
Sensing the intruder, bolts of lightning burst out from the thunderclouds, and a golden light emitting a destructive aura attacked Changping.

Chang Ping did not dodge or evade, but performed Tai Chi Cloud Hands as he walked.

"Let him be strong, the breeze blows over the hills! Let him be arrogant, the bright moon shines over the river!"

Ye Yan was stunned.

"What is he doing?"

(End of this chapter)