In the courtyard of the Wang family, a group of entourages brought by Nalan Liangbing were waiting outside, and the heads of the family had already arrived, discussing something in the conference hall, did they burst into bursts of hearty laughter, it seemed that the meeting was quite pleasant.

The sword-wielding boy wandered aimlessly around the Wang's martial arts arena, seemingly uninterested in the meeting inside. In the end, he simply took a dog's tail grass in his mouth and lay on the lawn next to him to bask in the sun, the sharp golden sword had been sheathed, and lay quietly beside him. His eyes lazily looked at everything around him, and his eyes flashed with disdain from time to time, as if he felt shabby about the environment of the Wang family.

At this time, he saw that on the lawn not far away, there was a young man with a dog's tail in his mouth, his demeanor and movements were exactly the same as his own.

Hey!

A faint smile flashed on the handsome face of the sword-wielding boy, and he turned over and walked towards the boy not far away with the sword in his hand.

"Hey, boy, come with me for two moves!" soon the sword-wielding boy stood beside him, and said to the young man lying on the lawn.

However, he didn't think about it, as if he was not much older than the teenager on the lawn.

The young man lying on the lawn was Wang Xiaoming, and after sending Shun Lao away, he returned to Wang's house and found that the council hall had already been ordered by Wang Xingzhan, and no one was allowed to enter, so he could only find a lawn to lie down and pass the time.

Seeing the sword-wielding young man standing with his hands covered and a proud face, thinking of the power of his previous sword, Wang Xiaoming's heart suddenly panicked.

After two moves, my little life will be gone!

Wang Xiaoming's thoughts turned sharply, and then he turned over and stood up, and said mysteriously: "What's the point of fighting, come on, come, I'll take you to a good place......"

couldn't help but say, Wang Xiaoming dragged the sword-wielding boy out of the Wang family.

"Hey, where are you taking me!" The sword-wielding young man looked at Wang Xiaoming with a sneaky face, and the golden sword was unsheathed at any time, and said vigilantly.

"You can just go with me, put away your sword first!" Wang Xiaoming hurriedly said: "Don't worry, as long as you are so young and the Emperor Xuanhuang cultivates, I can still harm you?" Unconsciously, he slapped the sword-wielding young man on the back.

It seems that the sword-wielding boy is very useful to the horses, and then he let Wang Xiaoming pull him.

On the earth, Wang Xiaoming was originally a suona craftsman with a low status, and his kung fu was naturally handy, and if he made the master happy, the reward was naturally indispensable.

In this way, along the way, Wang Xiaoming slapped the sword-wielding young man with a big ass on the back, and all kinds of flattery popped out of his mouth like a cannon.

Soon, the sword-wielding young man smiled, and when he looked at Wang Xiaoming, his face was already full of appreciation.

Finally, after several tosses and turns, an open space appeared in front of me, and there was nothing else in the open space except for a few tall building ships.

On the building ship, the big flag is displayed, and there are three big characters written on it - Yichun Building.

"Where is this?" Although the sword-wielding young man was strong in his Xuan Qi cultivation, he seemed to be uninvolved in the world, and wondered.

"Hehe, you'll know when you go!" Wang Xiaoming didn't say anything, and walked in with the sword-wielding young man who was suspicious.

Although it was still daytime, the lights on the building ship were bright. Several scantily clad young girls greeted the guests softly, with silky eyes.

The old mother was constantly greeting the guests, and when she saw Wang Xiaoming, her eyes lit up, and she moved lightly and walked in front of Wang Xiaoming, with a smile on her face.

"Ouch, Wang Dashao, what kind of wind is blowing you! You have never been to our Yichun Building before!" The old mother who still has the charm already knows everything about the young master of the family in the city, and when she saw Wang Xiaoming, she hurriedly greeted warmly.

Then he glanced at the sword-wielding young man next to Wang Xiaoming with a curious look, thought about it carefully, and there was no memory of this person in his mind, but seeing that this person was richly dressed and extraordinary, and the golden sword in his hand was a priceless treasure at a glance, he asked Wang Xiaoming with some doubts: "Who is this young master?"

"Hehe, at this time, my buddy, not from Star City......" Wang Xiaoming hooked the shoulder of the sword-wielding young man and said with a ruffian face.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoming's arm was on his shoulder very casually, the sword-wielding young man frowned slightly, wanting to dodge.

But after a while, Wang Xiaoming let go of his arm and said mysteriously in the old mother's ear: "Give my friend a passionate girl, as for me...... Hey, I like fresh. As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xiaoming cast a "you know" look at his mother.

"Duoduo, Xiaoxiao, come and greet your guests!" the old mother greeted, and soon two pretty little girls came over, dressed up with flowers and branches, and scratching their heads like silk.

Xiaoxiao looked like a newcomer, looking at the ruffian-looking Wang Xiaoming and the handsome sword-wielding young man, with a shy face. I don't know if it's really the first day of work, or if it's a professional instinct.

You know, some young masters like this kind of ignorant girl......

"Okay! I want these two!" Wang Xiaoming looked at the two girls and said with satisfaction.

A gold ingot was casually thrown to the old mother, and suddenly the smile on the old mother's face was even worse.

"I'll arrange a room for my master, and all the good wine and food will be served!" Wang Xiaoming shouted, and soon went upstairs under the guidance of his mother.

"Yo! Master, why are you so restrained......" Duoduo looked like a veteran, said softly, and naturally grabbed the arm of the sword-wielding boy, and Qianqianyu's hand naturally led the sword-wielding boy.

The sword-wielding boy immediately blushed like a monkey's ass. Looking at his dumbfounded appearance, Duoduo suddenly covered his mouth and smiled.

Wang Xiaoming saw all this, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said secretly: "It seems that although this sword-wielding young man is a Xuanhuang, he looks like a mountain cannon who has just left the village." Hehe, that's a lot easier!" A mysterious smile hung on his face at the thought of this.

Although this sword-wielding young man draws his sword and kills people without saying a word, if he is trained a little, he may not be able to become his good helper! Wang Xiaoming thinks so in his heart, he knows how ridiculous it is to trample others alive when he sees a villain who despises him in the novel. Besides, Wang Xiaoming's mind has long matured, and he understands that there is no pure decency and villains in the world. Although this young man looked like a villain as soon as he entered, it seemed that there was still the possibility of changing his evil ways and returning to the right under his own persuasion.

Although it is not illegal to pretend to beep and slap your face, if you accidentally pick the wrong person to pretend to beep, then you have no place to cry.

With his current cultivation, even if he uses the Soul Roar, he may not be the opponent of the sword-wielding boy!

Actually, Wang Xiaoming is very lazy, if he can fight, he is definitely too lazy to use his brain, but this is different from the plot of the novel, before the cultivation is insufficient, he must use wisdom to protect himself.

A plan for cultivating a gentleman slowly took shape in Wang Xiaoming's mind.