When he reappeared, he had already returned to Yuan's house.

At this time, Yang Qiu had just finished performing the immortal technique, and his identity had already been reversed with Yuan Ruofei. Yuan Ruofei's eyes widened in disbelief, and his face was full of fear. He hesitated to say something, but he didn't have any strength to make a sound. His head tilted, and in the midst of intense regret and fear, he lost his breath.

Yang Qiu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yuan Ruofei deserved it, and the crisis was resolved. But a cry of rage rang in my ears.

"Evil animal! You evil animal! What is the use of me raising you!"

He turned his head to look, and saw Yuan Yizheng looking at this side with hideous features, and rushed over like a fly. He looked down at the weapon in his hand and the blood on his hand, knowing that it was not good, and hurriedly explained: "Godfather is waiting for ......" Before he could finish his words, suddenly Yuan Yizheng raised his hand and slapped his palm.

A powerful gust of wind swept in his face, slammed into his chest.

Yang Qiu involuntarily flew out upside down, sprayed three mouthfuls of blood in the air, and fell to the ground weakly.

Yuan Yizheng flew thousands of meters to catch up, and raised his palm again, with a posture of wanting to shoot down. The eyes flashed fiercely, the facial features were hideous and terrifying, and the green tendons on the forehead twitched violently, like earthworms.

Yang Qiu saw that Yuan Yizheng's eyes were full of murderous intent, and said in his heart: "He must have misunderstood." Forcibly endured the severe pain and shouted: "Godfather." I have something to say!" he stretched out his hand and shook desperately from side to side.

Yuan Yizheng's face sank, and he said disapprenously: "Hmph! You killed the righteous son I just received, what else do you have to say? You evil animal! He is a benefactor who helped my daughter."

Qiu'er has already promised to participate in the martial arts competition on your behalf. You killed him, so you Yuan Ruofei. I, Yuan Yizheng, really looked away at the beginning, and actually adopted you as an adopted son, and today I will clean up the portal and personally cut off the life of your evil beast!

An even more violent wind whistled out, blowing Yang Qiu's whole body in unbearable pain, and with a wow, he spit out another mouthful of blood.

Despair rose in Yang Qiu's heart. He shouted unwillingly: "Godfather, isn't it just a martial arts competition?" I'll just participate. If you kill me, no one in our Yuan family will be able to participate. ”

"You?" Yuan Yizheng's half-dropped hand paused. He sneered and said: "How many catties and taels of your strength is, I don't know yet? You can't even block Qiu'er's palm at the beginning, and you still want to participate in the martial arts competition? Do you know why I didn't have hope for you before Qiu'er became my righteous son?"

Because, since you were a child, you have been a child who has disappointed me. I don't know how many times you've said something like that. Do you think I'll trust you anymore? People like you don't deserve to be my Yuan family's children. I want to avenge Qiu'er!"

Yang Qiu shouted hoarsely, "Godfather." I can. I promise. I will definitely come back with a championship this time. Don't kill me. Give me another chance. Trust me one more time. Just once. ”

Yuan Yizheng laughed and said, "Champion? I heard you right? You scumbag actually told me to win the championship? What do you use to pledge? Haven't you assured enough in the past days? Stop trying to escape punishment. After Qiu'er came, I didn't expect anything from you, but I didn't plan to get rid of you. But you don't know what to do......"

The more he said, the more murderous intent in his eyes became, and the deeper the anger on his face.

Yang Qiu's heart was pounding. He saw that Yuan Yizheng's stopped palm slapped down again, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he said with a reason: "I can really prove it." Godfather. I can't do it right now, but you give me a day. I've had an epiphany. Give me a day to digest, and I promise that after a day, my strength will make you look the other way.

I'm no match for you anyway. If you find out that I lie to you again, it's not too late to kill me a day too late. But if it's true, aren't you suffering? I really want you to compliment me once. I've probably disappointed you many times before, but this time it's definitely not like that. Please give me a chance. ”

The more he spoke, the more sincere his expression became, and the more he interceded, the more excited he became, and in the end, he burst into tears.

Yuan Yizheng saw that he didn't seem to be lying, and thought that what he said was also reasonable, and there was not much difference between a day earlier and a day later, so he finally nodded and said, "Okay." Then I'll trust you one last time. But Fei'er, this time I'll talk about the ugly things first. Tomorrow you will have to fight with all the disciples of our Yuan family at the same time. There won't be any breaks in between.

Although their strength is not as good as yours, if you can only win them, it is impossible to win any championships. There are too many masters in the tournament. This has always been the case every year. Therefore, the rule for you to win is to subdue all the disciples without being able to move and not be touched. Otherwise, even if you lose. Got it?"

Yang Qiu nodded heavily.

Yuan Yizheng got up to leave, and after a while, he walked into the big house and disappeared.

Yang Qiu got up and returned to the room, seized the time to cultivate the true qi, and repeatedly compressed the true qi again and again, and released it again and again, not daring to have any slack.

A day later, under Yuan Yizheng's arrangement, Yang Qiu came to the center of the martial arts training ground. I saw that the surroundings were densely packed with other disciples, all with stern expressions and domineering attitudes, and they all retreated from their usual goodness. He clenched his fists and said, "Please give me a lot of advice." ”

Hundreds of disciples clasped their fists together and responded, "Don't dare." ”

Yuan Yizheng said, "Okay." The rules of the game are understood by both sides. Let's get started. He turned and flew to the roof in the distance.

One after another, the light lit up in front of hundreds of Han disciples, all of them were magic weapons that were not weak, including swords, swords, and guns. A disciple played a hand duel and pointed at Yang Qiu, and the second and third places all shot one after another. In the blink of an eye, a hundred disciples all struck out one after another, invariably pinching their hands, confidently and ruthlessly pointing at Yang Qiu.

For a time, all kinds of glow burst out, like a rainbow.

Yang Qiu's face showed a calm look. He silently closed his eyes, releasing a powerful true qi that turned into Gang Qi, and at the same time blew into the eight winds in all directions, like ripples, with himself as the center to continuously spread the Gang Qi outward. But whenever it collides with the magic weapon, there is a crisp sound of "ping pong", which shocks countless magic weapons and retreats in unison.

Yuan Yizheng's face showed a hint of surprise that could not be concealed. He said in surprise: "Gang Qi! Isn't this Gang Qi? Fei'er, this kid's cultivation is not even in the late Yuan Infant Stage, how can he know Gang Qi?"

All the disciples in the field were also taken aback, and one by one they retreated involuntarily, for fear of being affected, and just when Gang Qi shook off all the magic weapons and was about to affect them, they all rose into the air and chose to flee to the sky.

"Boom!"

The qi grazed the soles of their feet, like a howling wind, crashing into the trees in the distance. The trunk is broken. Countless leaves fell, like a rain of leaves, blowing everywhere.

A fat man with a black mole on the left side of his face said, "There is nothing to be afraid of." After all, he can't move, so everyone goes up together. I don't believe that Master has taught us for so long, and we can't even win against the eldest young master like this. He took out a sword trick, and the first one pointed at Yang Qiu.

A white flying sword rushed out, turned into a ray of light, and flew out, and in the blink of an eye, it was less than ten meters away from Yang Qiu.

"The fat man is right. A female disciple with a ponytail said, "Master has already said that if we can win this time, we will also be taught the cultivation method of Gangqi." This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if I lose to the eldest young master in the end, I don't know where my face will go in the future. Su hand raised and pointed at Yang Qiu.

A red wildflower flew out, spun in the air and sprinkled petals like rain on Yang Qiu. The rain didn't cover too much, but it was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, it flew next to the first flying sword that rushed out, and it went hand in hand.

When the others saw that a woman was so brave, they couldn't help but blush when they looked at each other, and they didn't think about it anymore, and they all took out new hands and pointed at Yang Qiu.

Blinding lights lit up from the magic weapon one after another. The magic weapons scattered all over the place flew up one after another, and rushed towards Yang Qiu at a lightning speed.

Yang Qiu's face remained calm. He felt the air around him stir uneasily, and the fierce wind was unusually whistling from all directions, and he probably knew what was happening, and his mind moved, and once again released the true qi that had been compressed several times, turning into a substantial Gang qi, spreading outward like a balloon expanding at high speed, no longer just horizontal, but more vertical.

In an instant, countless magic weapons shook violently, and they lost their light and fell to the ground. The hundreds of disciples who controlled the magic weapon were not spared, and they were affected by the crazy spread of Gang Qi, and they flew out upside down, and they all spit out wolves and fell to the ground.

Yang Qiu heard the muffled snort and screams of pain from the mouths of his disciples, and finally grinned, opened his eyes, looked at Yuan Yizheng, and said, "Godfather." Now are you convinced? I really didn't lie to you. With the spirit of these gangs that I have now comprehended, I will definitely be able to compete for the championship in the martial arts competition. ”

Yuan Yizheng's face changed. My heart was pounding, and I couldn't help but feel a hint of ecstasy. But seeing that Yang Qiu was a little carried away, he didn't show his mood on his face, but waved his sleeves and pretended to be angry: "Hmph." It's just that I've comprehended the gang. That's all that gets carried away, you're underestimating the martial arts competition. Today's competition can barely be regarded as a good way for you. "Flew off the roof.

Yang Qiu hugged his fist gratefully, and replied with a bright face: "Thank you, godfather." A heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

In the following month, he temporarily lived in the Yuan family as Yuan Ruofei. The identity is different, and the cultivation will still be maintained every day. In order to really not disappoint Yuan Yizheng in the martial arts competition, Yang Qiu felt that there should be such a return, after all, after Yuan Yizheng returned from talking about good business, he kept sending people out to find Wu Chenjun. He saw it all.

Yuan Yizheng saw that his son had never been as serious as this month, and his bad impression of Yuan Ruofei finally changed, took a sip of tea, and said with relief: "I didn't expect that after Fei'er comprehended Gangqi, people have also changed." It seems that I really misjudged him, and if he can really win the championship this time, I should apologize. ”

But as soon as he said this, his face changed, he sighed again, and said, "But it's a pity Qiu'er." I'm sorry for him. He had just become my righteous son when this happened to him not long ago. I have to be responsible. Right. He asked me to help find Wu Chenjun, and I have to continue to look for it. After finding it, go to Qiu'er's grave to sue him. That's the only way I'm a father. ”

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Yuan Yizheng put away his mind and asked, "Who?"

"Sir. It's me. Agui. An old voice came from outside the door.

Yuan Yizheng said: "Come in." ”

"Squeak"

The door opened. A man dressed in black walked in. As soon as he saw Yuan Yizheng, his face was happy, he clenched his fists, and said, "Master, I ......" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped talking.

It turned out that Yang Qiu walked in from outside, crossed over the subordinate, stretched his waist, and said, "Godfather." What the hell is it that you called me over?"

Yuan Yizheng waved his hand and said, "Fei'er, you go to the back room first, I have something else to discuss." He gestured to the room behind him.

Yang Qiu shook his head and said, "Godfather, the martial arts competition will start soon, and I don't have so much time to be idle." You just tell me what the hell is going on. Uncle Gui is not an outsider. He glanced at Agui.

Agui nodded.

Yuan Yizheng agreed and said, "Okay then." He got up and took down a two-meter-long sword box from the wall, handed it to him, and said, "This sword was used when I was young when I was traveling the empire. Although you also have a flying sword, I know that the material of your flying sword is too poor. If you are facing the enemy, you will suffer a big loss. Take it. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand and motioned for Yang Qiu to go out.

Yang Qiu gratefully took the box and opened it. A flying sword more than a meter long was lying inside, the material was indeed extraordinary, and the light could be vaguely seen. But after a closer look, he saw that the material was much better than Yuan Ruofei's own flying sword, but it was far from being comparable to the good sword, so he couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and said insincerely: "Thank you, godfather." ”

Then, he put away his flying sword and turned to walk out the door. But when he passed by Ah Gui, he inadvertently glanced at the black clothes, stopped again, turned back to Ah Gui and asked, "Uncle Gui, what are you doing, why are you dressed like this?"

Agui was stunned.

Yuan Yizheng replied for him: "Uncle Gui went out to do something for me." Don't ask. Now you should put all your mind on the tournament. Instead of asking me about things. He waved his hand again, signaling Yang Qiu to leave.

Yang Qiu's heart swelled with deep curiosity. He thought to himself that Agui's appearance as a spy might have something to do with finding Wu Chenjun, so he refused to leave, shook his head, and said, "Godfather." Just let me hear it. I'm not going to talk nonsense anyway. What the hell is going on?" )