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Chapter 439: A Sword

His face was cloudy, and Wang Batian looked at Yang Feng's smug smile, and immediately waved his hand fiercely, and said angrily: "It's not counted, it was a rush just now, the old man was overwhelmed, not a promise, anyway, the old man just doesn't accept apprentices, you should be smart, hum!"

After speaking, the king Batian directly turned over, and lay down on the bed again, with his back to them, stubbornly losing his temper.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed on his face.

Yang Feng's eyes narrowed, but he said coldly: "No one has ever dared to speak in front of Lao Tzu!"

"Now there is, okay?"

Wang Batian didn't look back and shouted.

Yang Feng pouted angrily, and without saying a word, he pounced, grabbed Wang Batian's head with one arm, and dragged him out, dragging him out in an instant.

"What are you going to do?"

Wang Batian was startled and screamed.

"Go back with Lao Tzu, be my second brother's master, anyway, you have to teach, if you don't teach, you have to teach, Lao Tzu will recognize you, and I don't have to recruit others as tutors, hum." ”

"Let me go, or I'm welcome. ”

Wang Batian roared angrily, his eyes were red, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of Yang Feng's powerful arms.

With a sneer, Yang Feng pursed his lips disdainfully: "If you have the ability, you are not polite to show me one? Just a disabled person with one arm, what else can you do? There is a kind of beating me, bastard!"

"You ......"

With a grit of his teeth, Wang Batian was so excited by Yang Feng that his eyes were murderous, and the light in his hand flashed, and a pitch-black long knife flashed out.

The bubbling and ferocious momentum burst out suddenly, and when everyone except Yang Feng who was about to be present was so shocked that their bodies stiffened, and they couldn't move for a moment.

Even the two old guys, the Poison King and the Corpse King, are no exception.

And although Yang Feng was not deterred by his momentum, he still felt a trace of strangeness, as if a thin needle was stabbing his skin fiercely, and there was a little pain.

It's just momentum, it's so powerful, this old boy really has the ability, Lao Tzu didn't see the wrong person, hehe.

Yang Feng was not surprised, and his eyes emitted a scorching light.

"One ...... the Sword"

Stunned, the poison king muttered after a short pause, and then shouted with a panicked face: "Bastard, you dare to be rude to Yang Gongzi, don't forget what your identity is, what is his identity?"

Chirping!

After a pause, Wang Batian, who was in a fit of rage, instantly calmed down.

That's right, he was just a lost dog in the Holy Fire Sect, and if the Holy Fire Sect hadn't taken him in back then, he would have been in the wilderness.

How can he take revenge now and hurt the next leader of the Holy Fire Cult?

Suddenly, Wang Batian's palm, which was tightly gripping the handle of the knife, loosened slightly, and the incomparable terrifying momentum just now also dissipated without a trace in an instant.

Seeing this scene, the two poison kings couldn't help but let out a sigh and wiped the cold sweat on their heads.

Although they knew that Yang Feng's strength was terrifying, this old boy was also a monster.

Back then, the prestige of a knife was overwhelming, and the second knife was never used to kill people, and it shocked the rivers and lakes. Originally, they always thought that this old boy only had one arm left, and his strength had already retreated.

But just now, in a hurry, when the world's first knife picked up the blade again, the terrifying momentum was quite mighty.

They were really afraid that this bastard would really use a peerless sword and hurt Yang Feng, the heir of the sect leader, it would be terrible.

The Holy Religion has been divided for so many years, and it is rare that there is now a candidate for the head of the Sect, and there is hope that the entire Holy Religion will be reunited.

If they hang up so easily, they will simply be Holy Sect sinners, so dangerous, so dangerous......

Yang Feng saw that he suddenly stopped moving, but he also stopped, looked at him deeply and said, "Hey, old Wang Ba, why did you stop? I saw that you were about to make a big move just now? Stop and do something, show me something?"

"Young Master Yang, don't force me, old man...... I won't take in apprentices!"

His face was full of loneliness, and Wang Batian once again turned into a desperate look, depressed, and even the black knife in his hand fell to the ground with a loud bang.

When Yang Xiaoyi saw this, he didn't feel a pain in his heart.

He could deeply feel that this senior was so sad and painful about the tragedy that year that he didn't want to ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes anymore and became decadent, so he persuaded: "Third brother, let's forget it, don't disturb the peace of the seniors." ”

"How can I forget it? The person I fancy has no reason not to get it, hum!"

A rough breath erupted from his nostrils, Yang Feng let go of his hand, let go of the king Batian, and said solemnly: "Old Wangba, the rules of the rivers and lakes, if you want me to let go, you have to leave a set of mastery, let me know the difficulties and retreat, right?"

Without speaking, Wang Batian sat silently on the ground.

"Didn't you just take out a knife? Come, cut me!"

Staring at him tightly, Yang Feng shouted, "If you can cut me down, I won't be entangled anymore." Otherwise, I'll sleep in the same bed with you every day, burp and fart without washing your feet, you can do it!"

"Yang Gongzi think twice!"

Hearing this, the poison king couldn't help but hurriedly dissuade: "Although Yang Gongzi's strength is unfathomable, the old man has just observed this old boy's sword intent, and it seems that after a hundred years of cultivation, it has recovered as before. Back then, his sword was a peerless skill, but he was one of the top five in the world's combat power list. What if it hurts your body?"

"yes, don't look at the slap he just slapped you, you don't care, it's nothing. But you know, he's a swordsman. There is a world of difference between having a knife and not having a knife. Back then, he was a third-order master of the War Emperor with one sword, and he never had the horror of the second sword, and we still remember it vividly, I hope you will think twice. ”

The Corpse King also hurriedly stood up and hurriedly dissuaded, but was interrupted by Yang Feng with a fierce wave of his hand.

A wicked smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and Yang Feng's eyes burned with heat: "The more you say that, the more I want to see how amazing this sword is, come on!"

"I don't know what to do, I'll kill you!"

muttered, the king was expressionless, but there was an indescribable determination in his tone, as if what he said was the truth.

Yang Feng smiled disappreciatively, pouted disdainfully, and said, "Old Wangba, you braggart, you are also a bragging in front of someone." In front of Lao Tzu, save it, let's take out some real materials. ”

"yes, since you say that, there's no way to do it, phew!"

With a long breath of turbidity, Wang Batian picked up the black knife under his feet and stood up leisurely: "But you have to guarantee that this is with your permission, I will make the knife, and you can't settle accounts after the fall." ”

"I promise!"

The corners of his mouth grinned, and Yang Feng smiled very confidently.

Wang Batian ignored him, looked at the poison king and said, "You come to testify, the old man has his permission." ”

"You ......"

The heart was stagnant, and the Poison King couldn't speak, but waved his sleeves angrily.

They understood that if this old boy casually took the initiative to stab the sect, he would be an apostate, and everyone would be punished. But this behavior, if the sect leader allows it, is a different matter.

It's just that this stunt is not serious, so don't really hurt the sect leader.

So the poison king couldn't stop this duel, so he had to make a final point: "I hope your subordinates are measured, otherwise they will ......"

"It's difficult, a knife is overwhelming, a knife will kill, it's hard to be measured, hehehe!"

"You ......"

Call!

That Wang Batian smiled teasingly, the Poison King's eyes widened, and he was about to scold and warn, but he saw that Wang Batian's eyes were condensed, and a terrifying momentum was suddenly released.

In an instant, the words that the Poison King was about to say were completely pressed in his throat and could not be spoken.

Time seemed to stand still, and the entire space froze, so thick that no breath could circulate......