Syllable!

"Ahh

Syllable!!

"Oops!!"

Syllable!!!

"Whew~!"

......

Ten minutes later.

Wang Xiaoming felt that his buttocks were on fire, and he grinned in pain.

Wang Meng clapped his hands with a smug expression.

"If you dare to bully Han'er again in the future, be careful that Lao Tzu beats your ass. Wang Meng looked at Wang Xiaoming's pitiful appearance, forcibly held back a smile, and said seriously.

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his buttocks and wanted to argue a few words, but in the end he stubbornly held back. If you say something wrong, you will be beaten.

Even though Wang Xuanhan once ridiculed himself, he didn't do anything to be sorry for himself.

It's really too much to put people in a dung pit so that they can be hung and choked to death.

"But don't worry, I'm a person with a clear grudge. This matter was revealed. Looking at Wang Xiaoming, who was sad and angry, Wang Meng continued: "When you were still a fool, I didn't have any hope for you, this nephew. Although your stupidity has been cured now, you are only a 16-year-old three-star ......" Speaking of this, Wang Meng stopped talking, and looked at Wang Xiaoming with a look of contempt.

Circle you with a fork, is this to blame Lao Tzu?

Wang Xiaoming grinned and rubbed his already swollen fart, and when he saw Wang Meng's disdainful gaze, he scolded in his heart.

In fact, strictly speaking, he had only been cultivating for less than three days. In three days, he changed from an iron hanhan to a three-star cultivator. How can one have such a bullish achievement? Wang Meng had said before that it would take several months for the pride of the heavens in this world to cultivate to the three stars of the Xuanzhi.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming felt a sense of pride in his heart.

"Come, hit me with your strongest attack" Wang Meng hooked his fingers at Wang Xiaoming, looking confident. Seeing Wang Xiaoming's face in a shadow, he then said, "Don't worry, I won't fight back." ”

Hey, that's what you said.

Wang Xiaoming smiled in his heart, and in order to avenge the fart just now, he picked up a floor tile from the ground and pounced on Wang with his teeth and claws.

"Eh, you stop Lao Tzu!" Seeing Wang Xiaoming rushing straight over in an orderly manner, Wang Meng hurriedly asked him to stop, and stroked his forehead speechlessly: "What's the difference between you and a thug fighting, don't you know how to use Xuanji?"

"Ah, what is a mystical technique?" Wang Xiaoming asked suspiciously.

There is no such thing in the fool's memory, although he said it at the dinner, but Wang Xiaoming did not ask in detail.

"Look! This is the lowest level of mysticism. Wang Meng saw Wang Xiaoming's stunned face, and his heart was full of disappointment, but he still patiently explained. His face turned pale, and he shouted in a low voice: "Xuanji-sucking palm!"

As soon as the words fell, the bricks in Wang Xiaoming's hand suddenly flew out of his hands and flew directly into Wang Meng's hands.

"Wow! Fetch things from the air!" Seeing that the fourth uncle looked like a magician, Wang Xiaoming suddenly jumped and clapped his hands, and said in shock.

"Xuanji-Broken Stone Palm!" Immediately after, Wang Meng grabbed the floor tiles and shouted, and the bluestone floor tiles were pinched into pieces.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but secretly compare, and then his face turned red and he was ashamed.

He was currently struggling, and he could already smash the stone table in the secret room, but he was also grinning in pain.

On the other hand, Wang Meng, crushing a bluestone floor tile is as simple as pinching a piece of tofu. Moreover, Wang Meng said that he did not use his physical strength at all to suppress the Xuan Qi to the three stars of the Xuan Qi, which caused the effect.

Listening to Wang Meng's words, although Wang Xiaoming was very surprised, he was very confused in some places, hesitated for a moment, and raised the doubts in his heart.

"What, Fourth Uncle, I want to ask......" Wang Xiaoming felt that he had been embarrassed for a long time, paused for a moment, and said: "When you want to use this mysterious skill, do you have to shout out your name?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Wang Meng looked right.

Wang Xiaoming: "......"

The names of these mystical techniques are really a bit of a middle two, thinking about himself one day in the future, shouting loudly the names of the mystical techniques used, pretending to beep unscrupulously, and there is a group of salted fish shouting 666 below, Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Then he asked his second question, why the uncle and nephew were making such a big noise in the silent courtyard, and no one alarmed the sleeping people.

"That's right, when you reach the level of Xuan Master and above, when the Xuan Qi can be turned into substance, you can form an isolated air hood, which can isolate the sound and Xuan Qi fluctuations inside the air cover. ”

Hearing Wang Meng's explanation, Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized. No wonder that when he was beaten just now, he let out a howl like killing a pig, but he didn't wake up the sleeping person.

Watching Wang Xiaoming from beginning to end, making a fuss like a wild man in a ravine, Wang Meng became more and more headaches. He shook his head in a little pain, and a blank piece of paper appeared out of thin air in his hand. Directly lost to Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming raised his hand to take it and looked at it carefully. I don't know what material the paper is made of, and it's a bit hard.

There are only a few words written on it, "Sucking Palms - Yellow Rank Lower Grade Xuanji", except for these, there are no words.

"This is the most basic Xuan Qi sucking palm, you use your own Xuan Qi to feel it. Wang Meng patiently continued.

Uh, how does this feel?

Wang Xiaoming looked at the "wordless heavenly book" in his hand, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

He didn't want to ask this kind of idiot-looking question, lest he be despised by Wang Meng again, so he moved and asked in his heart: "System, how can this Xuan Qi be felt?"

The host does not have Xuan Qi, and it is determined that the three stars of the Xuan are because their physical strength is similar to that of the three stars of the Xuan Masters, and they cannot cultivate all the Xuan Techniques. ]

Finished!

Wang Xiaoming said in despair in his heart, at present, he has no means of attack at all except hand-to-hand combat. There is only one bun mine, but the spawn time is too slow.

"I won't, I don't have any mysteries at all. Wang Xiaoming said a little depressed.

"What? impossible!" Wang Meng suddenly rushed over quickly, grabbed Wang Xiaoming's hand and probed for a long time, and finally whispered softly: "What a strange thing!"

This nephew is really strange, his physical strength has indeed reached the level of the three stars of the Xuan Scholar as he said, but under the investigation, there is indeed no half of the Xuan Qi in his dantian.

Wang Meng thought of countless possibilities, but they were all overthrown in the end, he had never heard of such a thing, and in the end he had to give up.

"Well, let your father see how you're doing when he comes back tomorrow. It's not too early, so you should rest early. Wang Meng sighed softly, this eldest nephew doesn't even have Xuan Qi, how can he teach it? Then he shook his head and prepared to leave.

"Oh, that's right!" Wang Meng unwillingly took out a key from his waist and threw it in front of Wang Xiaoming. said: "This is the key to our Wang family's library pavilion, there are a lot of mysterious skills in it, you can also look at it when you are fine, maybe the blind cat will meet the dead mouse." After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wang Xiaoming to speak, he strode away.