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Chapter 443: You Must Have Passed the Wrong Decree

The next morning, early in the morning, when the sky was just dawning, Yang Xiaoyi had already got up excitedly and practiced the combat skills he had just selected last night in the courtyard outside the door.

When you really practice vigorously, the wind and thunder are trembling.

When Wang Batian heard the movement, he squinted his eyes and got up, looked at the sweaty figure outside through the window, nodded his head slightly, and looked happy.

Well, that's hardworking.

Thinking like this, Wang Batian's eyes closed and fell asleep again.

After waiting for an hour, Wang Batian got up again, and when he saw that Yang Xiaoyi was still practicing hard, he walked out with a smile on his face.

When Yang Xiaoyi saw that the master had come out, he immediately stopped his body and bowed respectfully: "Master, it's early!"

"You're also early, practicing so early?"

"The apprentice knows that he has a weak foundation, his family used to have a small business, his father died early, and his family combat skills are also practiced by himself, and he has never been guided by a famous teacher. Nowadays, it is rare to have your careful teaching, Master, this is a God-given opportunity, and the disciples naturally have to seize the opportunity to make up for the shortcomings that have fallen in the past. ”

"Well, I know how to seize the opportunity, and I am so diligent and promising!"

Nodding happily, Wang Batian was relieved and smiled lightly, feeling that this apprentice had received it really well.

But at this moment, a noisy sound sounded, it was the two old guys of the poison king and the corpse king, who were bitterly persuading.

"Young Master Yang, it's already time, it's time to get up and practice. ”

"Let me sleep until noon!"

"No, the sun is drying your buttocks, you have to take another nap after noon, how can you have time to practice, get up quickly!"

"Oops, practice that night!"

"You still have to swim in the sauna and massage at night, there is really not much time to practice, my little ancestor!" The old man of the poison king almost begged to pull Yang Feng out, and he was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Yang Feng was pulled out in a daze, looking at the bright sun above his head, his face was irritated, and then he moved his body twice at will.

"Three circles on the left, three circles on the right, twisting the neck, twisting the buttocks, going to bed early and getting up early, let's do exercise...... Okay, I'm done, I'll go back and get some sleep!"

"I can't sleep, Young Master Yang, you've only moved twice, it's time for us to continue practicing etiquette, alas!" The poison king was so worried that his long green hair was about to turn white, and he wanted to cry without tears.

The Corpse King was on the side to help persuade him, but there was still no way.

Yang Feng's two biggest characteristics, one is lazy, the other is willful, and the two Dharma Kings are about to cry under their personal guidance.

Wang Batian took a deep look at the situation over there, and then looked at the apprentice on his side, and shook his head in disbelief.

is also surnamed Yang, or a brother, why is the gap between people so big?

In the afternoon, Yang Feng finally came to his senses and could start practicing etiquette, but he was in a bad situation.

"Mimimi, Mima...... Ahem, ahem!"

Yang Feng opened his throat first, and then shouted to the group of maids kneeling beside him: "Come on, bring me a cup of bird's nest and moisten your throat first." ”

"Moisten your throat, you've only said less than two sentences in total!"

Syllable!

A bamboo pole hit his buttocks hard, and the poison king couldn't help but say angrily: "How many times has the old man said that when talking to people, you must use dantian qi to speak, don't use your voice, so that you can make the voice of the emperor and have the bearing of the emperor." ”

"Ahh

"Here, stupid! I can't even find the dantian, how did you cultivate to this strength now?"

The poison king slammed his little belly hard, covering his head in frustration.

That Wang Batian was drinking tea on the side, watching their movements there, crying and laughing. Then, he looked at the extremely diligent apprentice on his side, and suddenly a sense of superiority arose.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the sun was setting, the two poison kings were tired of teaching, so they let Yang Feng practice by themselves, and they had no choice but to sit at a table with Wang Batian and drink tea.

In this afternoon, they scolded Yang Feng, scolding so much that their throats were smoking, but it had no effect.

After Wang Batian glanced at them, he suddenly said, "Two old guys, have you passed on the wrong holy decree?"

"What? What did we pass on the wrong decree?"

"Is it the next designated heir of the sect leader after the Holy Ancestor appeared, is that kid?"

His face was full of suspicion, Wang Batian took a deep look at Yang Feng, who was full of impatience, and then looked at Yang Xiaoyi, who was practicing seriously, and suddenly said: "No matter how you look at it, I think that the second child of the Yang family is more suitable to be the leader of our Holy Sect than the third child." Look at this second child, diligent, modest, generous, cautious, and polite, he is simply a template for a generation of Mingjun. ”

"But if you look at the third child, lazy, arrogant, willful, rude, and very lascivious, is he a dead country at all. The Holy Ancestor manifested, how could he be designated to inherit the Great Unification? Is it the intention of the Holy Ancestor to let the second child inherit it, are you mistaken?"

"No, the etiquette norms and cultivation of the sect leader were brought to us by Yang Gongzi, and the Holy Ancestor Manifestation must have designated Yang Gongzi, not Yang Erxia. How could we be wrong about the next sect leader?"

Shaking their heads, the two Poison Kings glanced at each other, and said firmly: "Maybe the Holy Ancestor saw that Yang Gongzi's strength was unfathomable and he had a lot to do?"

"If the strength is strong, if you can be the sect leader, then the soul rebirth would have become the sect leader a long time ago, and it would not be Ouyang's turn. After all, the sect leader is a model of a religion, and virtue is much more important than strength, otherwise how can he convince the public?"

"This ......"

Hearing his words, the two Poison Kings couldn't help but be a little suspicious, and then stared closely at Yang Feng, who was laughing with a group of little girls not far away, and thought for a while: "Maybe this Yang Gongzi has some unknown advantages, which we didn't discover, but the Holy Ancestor and his old man found out, so he was designated as the sect leader?"

"Advantages? In addition to being strong enough and bullying the weak, where does he get his advantages, hum!"

Pouting disdainfully, Wang Batian snorted lightly.

The two poison kings frowned deeply, and stared at Yang Feng stubbornly, but after looking at it for a long time, they both shook their heads helplessly: "Alas, you're right, it's really special that you can't find any advantages!"

"Old poison!"

At this time, Yang Feng shouted loudly, walked over with a big grin, and shouted: "I want to ask for leave, I want to go to the toilet!"

"Ahh

"I've drunk too much bird's nest, okay?"

Yang Feng said confidently, the wrinkled face of the Poison King trembled slightly, and waved his hand impatiently: "Go, go, it's really a lazy donkey grinding and urine." I usually play with those little girls for a few hours, but I don't see you go to the toilet. As a result, when it was time to practice etiquette, I kept running to the latrine, alas. ”

The corners of his mouth were grinning, Yang Feng didn't care, turned to leave, but before he had taken a few steps, he stopped again, turned his head to look at them, and said, "By the way, what did you just say here?"

"No, no, how can we speak ill of you, you think too much!"

The Poison King and the Corpse King waved their hands again and again, and said with a smile.

Only that Wang Batian, raised his eyebrows, cocked Erlang's legs, turned his head away, and ignored it.

His eyes narrowed slightly, Yang Feng glared at him fiercely, and he already understood, just this old guy said bad things about himself, this is not a self-confession, hum.

Cough!

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Feng immediately coughed lightly, took out a mouthful of old phlegm, and spit it out, just on the feet of that Wang Batian, and then walked away with a smug face.

His face couldn't help but twitch hard, Wang Batian looked down at the thick phlegm on his feet, and couldn't help but scolded angrily: "Hey, you see, is this the appearance of being a sect leader? You must have passed on the wrong will, the wrong will of the Holy Ancestor and his old man!"

Belch...... Did we really make a mistake?

Blinking his confused eyes twice, the Poison King and the Corpse King glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but be a little suspicious......