"Brother Wuwu Dao is the number one master in the world, what else do you need to create to deal with a strong enemy?"

Zhu Hefeng nodded and said, "That's natural, little brother, I'm very afraid of death, if I don't have the means to press the bottom of the box, how can I do it." ”

Halfway through his words, Zhu Hefeng showed a somewhat pitiful expression, like a poor worm who would be precarious at any time.

Seeing Zhu Hefeng's appearance, Huang Yaoshi, who knew that he liked to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, was not surprised, and said: "Oh, but I don't know, what kind of martial arts does Brother Wuwu want to create?" ”

"The Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique!" Zhu Hefeng's tone became calm, and he spit out these five words word by word.

Before the words fell, a pair of eyes crossed a trace of sharpness, scanning the entire pavilion. The six disciples of Peach Blossom Island intertwined their eyes with him, and they were all terrified.

I only feel that I am facing the dragon eyes of a divine dragon above the sky, and the other party may choose someone to devour at any time.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone remembered who this somewhat funny Taoist priest who looked like he was only in his twenties.

He is the head of the Seven Star Monarchs, and he is a well-deserved number one master in the world.

"All of you go down!" Seeing this, Huang Yaoshi's heart squeaked, waved his hand, and ordered everyone.

"Yes, master." Qu Lingfeng and the other six disciples agreed in unison and withdrew from the pavilion, leaving only Zhu Hefeng and Huang Yaoshi's family of three in the pavilion.

"The Son of Heaven's Qi Hope Technique?" Huang Yaoshi is erudite and talented, and he is the number one talent in the martial arts, "What Brother Wuwu Dao said is the ethereal Xuanyuan Wangqi method?" ”

"That's just the words of a feng shui family, and it shouldn't be true."

Zhu Hefeng smiled, glanced at Huang Yaoshi and his wife, and said: "Brother Huang said that he was joking, the younger brother naturally does not superstitious about feng shui, the little brother said that the Son of Heaven Wangqi technique is a magic skill that exists in the little brother's conception, which can anticipate the enemy's opportunity first, see through all the opponent's later moves, and see through the changes of the three talents of heaven, earth and man!" ”

"Shhh Hearing what this divine skill that existed in Zhu Hefeng's conception could be done, Huang Yaoshi's heart couldn't help but gasp.

Swish!

After a while, his solemn gaze fell on Zhu Hefeng's body again, and Huang Yaoshi said with a bit of breathtaking emotion in his tone:

"Brother Worry-Free Dao is really bold, he actually wants to create such a miraculous skill! But Brother Dao should understand that it is not a simple matter to create such a divine skill. ”

Zhu Hefeng smiled: "This, of course the little brother understands." ”

Syllable! Syllable!

As he spoke, Zhu Hefeng's cuffs were raised, and the two cheats fell on the stone table.

Nine Yin True Scripture, Little Wuxianggong!

Seeing the coveted Nine Yin True Scripture appear in front of him, Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but gasp, what a big stroke.

And the other little Wuxianggong, although he doesn't know the origin, but it can be put together with the Nine Yin True Scripture, how can it be a simple martial arts.

"The Nine Yin True Scripture, naturally there is no need for the younger brother to introduce it." Zhu Hefeng pointed to the two cheats on the stone table and said, "This little Wuxiang Gong is the most special magic skill in the world, after cultivating this skill, not only can it promote the simulation of the world's martial arts with this skill, but also make the youth permanent and the face is not old, if it is not for the exhaustion of longevity, the seventy or eighty-year-old man is still like a teenager, with such two martial arts as the price and reward, I don't know what Brother Huang wants?" ”

When Huang Yaoshi heard this, his originally indifferent eyes couldn't help but show a trace of heat, needless to say, the Nine Yin True Scripture, Xiao Wuxianggong can not only simulate the world's martial arts, but even look immortal.

It's so much in tune with him.

Huang Yaoshi is almost twenty years older than his wife Feng Yu, and now it seems that he may be compatible, but what about another ten years, twenty years?

Old husbands and young wives, isn't it a joke.

But as long as you practice Xiao Wuxianggong, you can keep your youth. On one side, Feng Yu, who didn't know martial arts at all, heard these words, and his eyes were hot.

Compared with men, women want to keep their beautiful faces, and cherish their faces more than life!

"Husband." The glutinous sound sounded, a pair of beautiful eyes flashed with crystal color, Feng Yu looked at her husband with some pity, and her expression was indescribably pleading.

"Okay, I promise you." Faced with his beloved wife's request and his greed as a martial artist, Huang Yaoshi was really powerless to refuse, so he finally nodded and agreed.

"Then thank you, Brother Huang." Zhu Hefeng said happily.

Swish!

Huang Yaoshi made a big move, put the two cheats into his sleeve, and stepped out, "Brother Wuwudao, come with me." ”

………………

Yanjing City, Zhao Wangfu.

Zhao Wangfu, splendid, extravagant.

Just like the status of King Zhao Wanyan Honglie in the Jin Kingdom - one person is below and above ten thousand!

Boom! Boom! Boom! ……

On this day, in the backyard of King Zhao's mansion.

The sword roared, and there was a crisp sound, and a young man who was about ten years old was dancing with the long sword in his hand and practicing the sword.

On one side, there was also a middle-aged Taoist priest watching.

The long sword in the young man's hand danced and turned into countless sword flowers, condensed together, and looked extremely gorgeous and dazzling.

But in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest, there was a bit of hatred for iron and steel.

Syllable!

"Kang'er." After the young man finished using a set of swordsmanship, the middle-aged Taoist priest said with some dissatisfaction, "Spirituality, how many times have I told you that the sword must be spiritual!" ”

"Look at you, the sword moves are stagnant, and you haven't mastered the essence of my true swordsmanship at all."

As he spoke, the middle-aged Taoist priest turned the dust in his hand upside down and came up on the young man's head.

When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but look bitter, and said a little stunned: "Master, the apprentice is really not good at training. ”

"Why don't you give me a few more rehearsals."

"Okay!" The Taoist priest said helplessly.

Boom!

Before the words fell, a long sword jumped out of its scabbard and fell into the palm of the Taoist priest, and the sword shadow was heavy.

Between the flashes of sword light, the same sword, the same swordsmanship, in the hands of this Taoist priest, compared to his own stupid apprentice, I don't know how to beat mortals.

With a sword in his hand, the blade of the sword seemed to come to life.

The young man who fell to the side had a look of adoration in his eyes, but the deepest part of his eyes showed a little dazedness.

Syllable!

Under the urging of the Taoist sword, the petals on several large trees that had just bloomed in the backyard fell, and were urged by his sword qi to turn into flower mud.

In a short time, a set of swordsmanship was completed.

"Kang'er, do you understand?" The Taoist priest put away his sword and asked the apprentice.

The young man tilted his head and said, "I seem to understand, but I just feel less." ”

"Alas!" Hearing the young man say this, the Taoist priest sighed a little weakly.

"Chief Qiudao." Just as the Taoist priest sighed secretly for the stupidity of his apprentice's qualifications, a call suddenly came from afar.

The master and apprentice looked over, and saw the master of the palace, King Zhao Wanyan Honglie, striding with a golden sword.