With this kind of spoof idea, Yang Xiaochuan also regarded the old naughty boy as the object of heavy diǎn training, the old naughty boy's talent is undoubted, as long as he is willing to learn, he will definitely be able to beat the other four in the future.

The old naughty boy is also very interested in the cultivation methods provided by Yang Xiaochuan, and Yang Xiaochuan has so many martial arts, the old naughty boy is always chasing after fresh martial arts.

The whole true sect began to cultivate with all its might, and Yang Xiaochuan enjoyed his own life of condor archery with peace of mind

Five years later, Yang Xiaochuan, the head of the Quanzhen Sect, announced to the world, announcing that the second 'Huashan Sword Discussion' would be held in Huashan on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the first place in the world would be decided at that time.

"This Yang Xiaochuan, actually advanced the time of the second Huashan sword, five years ago, the old man was defeated in the hands of the Quanzhen Sect, which made the old man not slack off in five years, and now, the old man also feels that his cultivation has been strengthened a lot, I don't know if this Huashan sword discussion can make a difference."

On Peach Blossom Island, Huang Yaoshi sighed to himself.

"Dad, I guess you can't beat Yang Xiaochuan, Brother Jing and I saw him smash a small hill with one palm." Huang Rong on the side hugged a little girl, but said something to hit Huang Yaoshi.

Since killing Yan Honglie and Duan Tiande, Guo Jing and Huang Rong have returned to Peach Blossom Island to settle down, and their children are more than three years old.

"Yes, father-in-law, the martial arts of the righteous brother are so high that they are rare in the world" and before Guo Jing could finish speaking, Huang Yaoshi glared at him.

Huang Yaoshi is unhappy with Guo Jing, this is a well-known thing, but unfortunately, his daughter Huang Rong is not Guo Jing who does not marry, and Huang Yaoshi has no choice.

"You know what? Dad has understood a lot now, and I don't believe that my fingers can't beat him. Huang Yaoshi's face was full of anger.

Huang Yaoshi finished speaking. With a flick of his hand, a peach tree not far away was bounced into a hole, and then, the peach tree burst open from the middle.

Obviously, Huang Yaoshi's finger magic power has indeed improved a lot.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong stopped talking, but their daughter Guo Fu grinned and said, "Grandpa." Fu'er wants to go with you to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate. ”

"Hahaha, okay, Fu'er, grandpa will take you there when the time comes, a road from ancient Huashan ■◆dǐng■◆diǎn■◆Xiao■◆ said, .∨.o※s_(); , the old man must become the first in the world! ”

White Camel Villa.

Ouyang Feng looked at the "Jianghu Daily" with a solemn expression, this is a kind of newspaper printed by the Quanzhen Sect, which not only contains news about the rivers and lakes, but also national events. It is a kind of newspaper that many people like to read.

"What the hell does this Yang Xiaochuan want to do? It's only been a few years, and he's engaged in Huashan again? What did he take himself? Ouyang Feng muttered.

"Uncle, your toad skills have been perfected, this time you have to defeat all the masters in the world in one fell swoop, especially Yang Xiaochuan and his Quanzhen Sect, and avenge Ke'er!" Ouyang Ke, who came out in a wheelchair to bask in the sun, also read the newspaper, and he immediately cheered Ouyang Feng up.

"Yes, Kerr. Don't worry, uncle's toad work is now a success. Coupled with my uncle's poisonous skills, hehe, this time I must beat them to the ground, if possible, I must kill Yang Xiaochuan, the head of the Quanzhen Sect! Ouyang Feng said fiercely.

Compared with these two, the reactions of the Southern Emperor and the Northern Beggars were much more flat.

"Yang Jushi's miraculous skills are world-renowned. Even his disciples are all extraordinary, and the so-called Huashan Sword Discussion is probably a condition for him to become a god. ”

Master Yideng also holds "Jianghu Daily" in his hand, he has been a monk for many years, and he has long looked down on many things. Of course, he will definitely participate in this Huashan sword debate.

"Master, you have actually re-promoted the lost six-vein divine sword over the years and has perfected the realm, I think you have a good chance of winning this time in Huashan Sword Debate." Wu Santong said.

"Amitabha, maybe, I hope Yang Jushi will not act too against the sky." Master One Lamp sighed.

And in the imperial dining room of the Northern Song Dynasty Palace, Hong Qigong was holding a chicken leg and gnawing on it as if no one was around, and while gnawing, he muttered: "I'm here to talk about swords again, it's only been a few years, and you don't want me to enjoy life anymore?" However, this time I am not bad, the other three palms of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending have been completely completed and comprehended the true meaning, I am afraid that it is not much better than the previous Qiao Feng gang leader, this time Huashan on the sword, you can have a good fight. ”

As he was talking, the two eunuchs walked into the imperial dining room, Hong Qigong's body flashed sharply, and the two eunuchs only saw a figure flying by, and they were so frightened that they shouted that there were ghosts.

At this time, on Zhongnan Mountain, Yang Xiaochuan was holding a little boy in his hand and a little girl in the other hand, and he was taking a chic walk.

"Dad, the Divine Palm you taught me yesterday is really amazing, and the child can now make palm prints." The little boy said very stinkyly.

"Later, you've done a very good job, it's only been one day, and you can actually comprehend so much, over time, I'm afraid you will surpass your father." Yang Xiaochuan praised the little guy Yang Guo.

Whether this Yang Guo is Yang Guo or not, Yang Xiaochuan is unknown, but this son Yang Guo is his own son, martial arts talent is very high, at a young age, he can comprehend Yang Xiaochuan several martial arts, although the true qi is slightly insufficient, but ordinary martial artists, I am afraid they can't beat him.

"Daddy, my brother will come to the palm of God, what kind of kung fu does Daddy give Mei'er?" The little girl is the pearl of Yang Xiaochuan and Mu Nianci, named Yangmei, only 3 years old, Yang Xiaochuan saw that she was too young, and only taught Yangmei the method of vomiting.

"Mei'er, when you reach your brother's age, your father will teach you kung fu, and you will definitely be better than your brother in the future." Yang Xiaochuan kissed his daughter and coaxed.

"No, Daddy, you can teach Mei'er now, Mei'er wants to go to Huashan with Daddy to discuss swords!" The little girl's words were amazing, and Yang Xiaochuan couldn't stop laughing when she heard this.

Huashan talks about swords, he has his own, and he talks about a fart.

However, Yang Xiaochuan is very satisfied with the role of the promoter he plays in the Condor Plane, and in the past five years, there have been many masters in the Condor Plane.

Not to mention far away, let's just say that Qiu Chuji and the other Quanzhen Seven Sons, their cultivation has directly climbed several grades, and now if they pull out any of them, they can compete with any of the five absolute and even win.

The path of martial arts is far less fast than the path of cultivating the truth, the Quanzhen Sect is now full of 10,000 disciples, and there are thousands of elite disciples, if these people unite and defeat the army of a country in this era, it is not a difficult task.

And the other masters on the rivers and lakes were stimulated, and they all devoted themselves to cultivation, although the rivers and lakes were quiet, but there were more masters.

Yang Xiaochuan is very satisfied with the situation of the East Evil, the West Poison, the Southern Emperor, and the Northern Beggars, and he has sent spies everywhere over the years.

Although they have improved a lot, they are still not much of a threat to themselves, but if they can be used by themselves, these people are still very helpful.

Not to mention far away, the next and last martial arts plane-Fengyun plane, Yang Xiaochuan planned to take these people over to see what the difference was between them and the masters in Fengyun.

The days flew by, and the fifteenth day of the first lunar month was soon approaching.

Huashan is known for its danger, but today there are a lot of people from the rivers and lakes.

"Hurry up, let's go, today is a gathering of masters, I heard that the four of the five absolute ones who are still alive have arrived, and Yang Xiaochuan, the head of the Quanzhen Sect, is also coming, and we can see his magic again."

"I heard that the Eastern Evil's finger magic power is becoming more and more perfect, and this time it is estimated that his old man will be able to win."

"Impossible, no matter how powerful the Eastern Evil is, it can't beat the Western Poison, the toad magic of the old poison is powerful, the last time I was in the Western Regions, I found that he killed five masters with one move."

"Bet, bet, I'll buy Yang Xiaochuan, the head of the Quanzhen Sect, to win!"

"Buy it, buy it, Lao Tzu buy the beggar gang leader Hong Qigong!"

(To be continued.) )