The third day of June.

It is also known as Wei Tuotian, and privately built Tuotian.

The construction of the Raven Village Martial Arts Academy was completed.

The villagers who worshipped Song Xiaopeng as their guardian saint were busy holding the inauguration ceremony of the academy in the academy.

However, what keeps them unbeknownst is this.

Tun Wenhui nodded and walked in with three strangers.

The leader is a young man in Chinese costumes, about seventeen or eighteen years old, under the handsome face, there is a faint smile, at first glance, warm as jade, making people feel like a spring breeze, but the second glance, it will make people feel that there is some evil in this faint smile.

Next to the young man, a very beautiful woman in her twenties held the young man's arm. Behind him, followed by a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with a small beard.

When I came to the Martial Arts Academy, I looked at the Martial Arts Academy built of trees, and the young man in Chinese clothes with a faint smile looked at it a little, and frowned slightly.

"Childe, this place has just been repaired, there are no flying insects, and it is still clean. The woman beside the young man smiled lightly, turned around and ordered, "Elder Xiao, you go and sprinkle some medicinal powder on both sides of this wooden door, so as not to block the footsteps of the son by flying insects or something." ”

"Yes!" Xiao Lao nodded, took out a jade bottle from his arms, walked to the porch, and sprinkled the green medicinal powder in the jade bottle. His son-in-law has a habit of cleanliness, and everyone in the entire Wang Family Mansion knows it, and as followers and bodyguards, they naturally know it.

"Immortal, let the little one come!" Swallow Wenhui's ability to observe words and expressions is not small, and he immediately stepped forward.

"Well, let's go!" the middle-aged man named Xiao Lao nodded with satisfaction, "Scatter on both sides of the door and expel these flying insect powders." ”

"Obey the orders of the immortals. ”

"Not bad!" When Tun Wenhui finished sprinkling the medicinal powder, the young man in Chinese clothes nodded with satisfaction, and walked into the martial arts academy with a faint smile.

Song Xiaopeng and those who planned to worship him as a patron saint were holding a simple ceremony for the establishment of the academy in the academy, but as soon as they sat down around a pear tree in the academy, they saw three uninvited guests.

Song Xiaopeng, who happened to be sitting facing the door, couldn't help frowning, stood up, and asked politely, "Uncle Tun, these people are very strange." What are you bringing them in?"

"Are you the short-lived ghost Song Xiaopeng in Ergou's mouth?" Swallow Wenhui didn't speak, and the young man in Chinese clothes beside him said first.

"What do you have to do?" Hearing the young man in Chinese clothes say something that was extremely inconsistent with his temperament, the expression on Song Xiaopeng's face did not change much, but his voice was a little plain and cold.

"I heard you're taking students. ”

"Not bad!"

"You're a teacher yourself?"

"Not bad!"

"Then what strength do you have?"

"Nine layers of qi refining!"

"It's amazing!" the young man in Chinese clothes smiled dumbly.

"Xiaopeng is really amazing...... many villagers who eat melons heard the words of the young man in Chinese costumes, and they agreed with him.

"This son, are you here to learn art?" asked an enthusiastic villager.

"Hehe!" The young man in Chinese clothes laughed, looked around at the Martial Arts Academy, looked around, his eyes fell on Song Xiaopeng, looked at him, and smiled even more, looking harmless to humans and animals.

"Learn?" said the beautiful woman next to him covered her mouth and laughed.

The young man looked at Song Xiaopeng.

Song Xiaopeng was also looking at him, the young man in Chinese clothes in front of him was not good, and his words and deeds seemed to be as gentle as jade, but the domineering and sharp words made people feel like they were sitting on a blade.

The young man in Chinese clothes looked at it for a moment, and took the lead in breaking the silence: "Being able to cultivate to the ninth level of qi refining in such a dilapidated barren land, there is no doubt about his talent. So, be my named boy. My son will reward you with one million to build a brilliant martial arts academy in this ten-mile neighborhood, recruit students, and cultivate talents for my son!"

"Oh, that sounds like a good thing?"

"Of course, not only that, but I will also give you some systematic cultivation methods, martial arts and other things, everyone can cultivate. In the future, as long as you lead these ten miles of neighbors to obey me and serve me, by the way, you will turn this ownerless Goutou Mountain into the territory of my royal family. The young man in Chinese clothes smiled, "By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Wang Qing, I am the Wang family of Liangcheng, you can call me Wang Shao, or Wang Gongzi, it's okay." ”

"What, he's the one who came in from the outside?" Hearing this, the villagers couldn't help but gasp, and looked at the three of them in shock.

The Goutouling Mountain Range is naturally separated by a thousand-foot broken peak, and ordinary birds can't fly over, so these three people come in from the outside......

The third uncle standing in the crowd, his godless eyes set off a killing machine, no one noticed that the crutch he was holding in his hand was pinched tightly, but when he saw his broken leg, the killing machine turned into a silent sigh. But slowly, there was more determination in his depressed eyes.

"Heh, serve you?" Song Xiaopeng frowned, a little angry when he heard it, he didn't know where the two hundred and five came from, but he felt that these people had an extraordinary temperament, and they must be cultivators like himself, so he was patient, "Can you let me cultivate to the strength of the Mahayana stage within five years?"

"Five-year Mahayana period?" Wang Qing, who had a faint smile on his face, had seen the world, and was also stunned by Song Xiaopeng's words.

"Tu Baozi, do you know what kind of existence the Mahayana period is?" Before Wang Qing could speak, the beautiful woman holding his arm, in a moment of shock, couldn't help but say, "That's the existence of a real immortal!"

"Brother Song, I don't know how you cultivated to the ninth level of qi refining in such a mountain, but the courage with which you said this really stunned me and my little friends. Wang Qing looked at Song Xiaopeng, first felt funny, and then, the warm smile disappeared, and his face turned cold, "Are you playing with the sincerity of this son?"

"What about monkey play, what about you?" Song Xiaopeng didn't speak, but the third uncle pulled Song Xiaopeng behind him and stood up with a cane, "When you come here, you must have this awareness! What's more, when you come here, let Xiaopeng be your registered boy, serve you, and control the neighbors of ten miles, are you worthy?"

"Dead old lame, my son-in-law's words can also be refuted by you, a country man?" The girl holding Wang Qing's arm let go of Wang Qing's arm, walked over, looked directly at the third uncle, sneered, and a true anger came out, "I'll teach you a little for my son-in-law......"

Touch!

The third uncle was directly knocked to the ground.

Song Xiaopeng Rao reacted very quickly, but the other party's cultivation was higher than him.

Seeing that Song Xiaopeng actually dared to make a move on her, the beautiful woman was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly greeted her, and her figure took a few steps back: "Hmph, the waste of the ninth layer of qi refining!"