"Well, yes, last night's efforts were not in vain. Is it retreat or retreat, if you go back, the cloud dragon ghost test, like a god, the essence of the cloud dragon shocking step, you realized it earlier than I expected, it is very early, far beyond my imagination, you kid seems to be a martial arts genius! This cloud dragon shocking step seems to be created for you. The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit couldn't help but praise again.

In the imagination of the Blood Void Sword Spirit, the essence of this set of footwork, Yang Ningfeng can truly comprehend that it may be that he has to experience many life and death battles, and the time will be at least half a year, but he didn't expect that it was just the fight with the demon beast in three hours last night, and now he has such attainments, and the hemorrhage Tiger Sword Spirit is expected!

"Of course, I'm not a genius, who is a genius?"

When Yang Zhengcheng made a move, Yang Ningfeng was still a little nervous and apprehensive, but now he is completely gone! Three hours of life-and-death struggle with demon beasts, and now he is fighting with a master of eighth-stage Shipin strength, he is really becoming more and more proficient in Yunlong Jinghongbu, every step feels like a casual hand, as long as the other party moves, he can reflexively take the most appropriate step.

"Look at your smugness, I can't stand it...... It's useless to just dodge, Yunlong Thrilling Step is not for you to use to save your life, the key is how to use footwork to greatly improve the lethality of the killing move, especially with the cooperation of the Tyrannosaurus Fist, once there is a chance, it should be a heavy punch, and the dragon is proud of the nine days. ”

The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit knew that someone was the most unpraised, and now his tail was about to rise to the sky, so he rolled his eyes, a little speechless at this guy's narcissism. But he didn't forget to seize the opportunity and stuff some experience into Yang Ningfeng's mind with good intentions.

"Hmm!"

Yang Ningfeng's eyes flashed brightly, and he felt reasonable.

Because of the increasing proficiency in Yunlong's footwork, Yang Ningfeng was distracted by talking to the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, but he would not be knocked down by someone like when he fought with Zhao Donglai, and the distraction did not affect his judgment of Yang Zhengcheng's attack and the performance of his footwork.

Of course, one of the main reasons why he can deal with it so easily is because he is becoming more and more proficient in Yunlong Jinghong's footwork, but the other reason is because Yang Zhengcheng is now using the Yang family's leopard punch.

Although Yang Zhengcheng's cultivation is higher than Yang Ningcheng's, and his attainments in Leopard Chong Boxing are indeed not comparable to Yang Ningfeng, but compared with Yang Zhen, the latter's strength is so strong, that is, Yang Zhen is a mountain, and Yang Zhengcheng is just a grain of dust! Just last night, Yang Ningfeng completely observed the process of Yang Zhen fighting with his father Yang Wenxuan.

Now that he thinks about it, Yang Ningfeng finally understands why his father slowly fought with Yang Zhen at the beginning last night, in order to give him a good opportunity to observe!

With good intentions, father's love can be seen from this!

A set of leopard punches has not been used twice, but Yang Zhengcheng has not even touched the corners of Yang Ningfeng's clothes, such a situation really makes him feel so depressed that he vomits blood, he really can't see what kind of footwork Yang Ningfeng is performing, he can't understand, although his attacks are getting more and more crazy because of depression, but in fact, when he is depressed, the more he fights, the more frightened and angry he becomes!

Thinking that he is a dignified deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall, the strength of the eight-stage scholar, and the existence that ranks second among the younger generation of the Yang family, now that he has been fighting for a long time, he can't even touch the corner of the clothes of a guy who is only ranked forty-eight, if this is spread out, what a big face will he lose?

The five people who came with Yang Zhengcheng were already extremely shocked, they didn't expect that this would be the case now, Yang Ningfeng and Yang Zhengcheng's fight, there was no result of Yang Ningfeng being abused that they wanted to see, but Yang Zhengcheng's current situation seemed to be a little bad?

In fact, it was not only they who were shocked by Yang Ningfeng's footwork, but Yang Wenxuan, who was watching the battle through the crack in the door at this time, was also surprised, with his strength, he had a heart to confirm when he watched the battle, and he actually found that if he made a move, he would not dare to say that he could hit Yang Ningfeng 100%, and he, but the number one master of the Yang family back then, was strong enough to easily defeat Yang Zhen, a fourth-stage master.

"The adventure my son had seemed unusual. Back then, that mysterious senior said that Ning Feng was a person with great luck and would have extraordinary achievements in the future, could it really be the case? It was just the strength of the sixth-stage scholar, but it was more than enough to compete with the eighth-stage scholar, compared to Lao Tzu back then, he was already a young man!" Yang Wenxuan's face slowly bloomed with a proud smile.

If the son really has great achievements, the happiest person is of course the one who is the parent!

"Lu Hui, it's a pity that you're not here now, otherwise, you would be as proud and happy as I am. Yang Wenxuan said secretly in his heart. Just thinking of this name, the smile on his face immediately froze, and in his eyes, a thick depression and longing resurfaced again.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a slight burst sound that was not easy for ordinary people to notice, and others didn't feel anything, but Yang Wenxuan woke up from his thoughts violently, and through the crack in the door, he only saw Yang Ningfeng's arms trembling slightly, and the momentum on his body began to change, and his vague eyes gradually flickered fiercely.

"Lu Hui, can we still have a chance to meet?Don't worry, I will protect our precious son well, and one day, I will let him appear in front of you......"

Yang Wenxuan let out a long sigh, then stood up, he knew that this was the time for him to play! Yang Ningfeng was already preparing to fight back.

No matter what Yang Zhengcheng said, he is also a member of the Law Enforcement Hall, so he has to give a few thin noodles, even if Yang Zhengcheng is not worthy, the authority of the Law Enforcement Hall still needs to be maintained. Yang Zhengcheng dared to arrest someone, of course, he was instructed by the above, so that if Yang Zhengcheng was injured, people would even more seize the handle.

Similarly, if Yang Ningfeng failed to fight back and was injured by Yang Zhengcheng, this would not be what Yang Wenxuan was willing to see.

Yang Wenxuan stretched out his hand and took a bottle of wine on the table next to him, poured two or three sips in a row, his eyes narrowed slightly, and once again recovered his usual drunken appearance, opened the door, staggered out, and when he arrived at the door, his body leaned against the wall, and he looked unsteady on his feet, first burped, then took another sip of wine with the wine bottle, and then held the wine bottle and pointed ahead, and his voice was a little vague and shouted: "Don't hurry up and stop Lao Tzu, where did you come from...... Belch...... Where did the bastard dare to come to my house to spread ...... Wild?"

Burst!

Listening to Yang Wenxuan's cheers, the five people who came with Yang Zhengcheng all laughed, when he was drinking crazy and talking about alcohol, Yang Zhengcheng was the same, and he didn't take it to heart, but Yang Ningfeng was moved. If he had been before, he might have thought that his father was talking about wine, but now he wouldn't think so, his father's move obviously meant to make him stop, so his figure flashed, and he retreated violently and got out of the battle circle.

But Yang Zhengcheng was depressed and angry in his heart, and when he took the opportunity, the evil was born from the guts, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he rushed in front of Yang Ningfeng with an arrow step, and with a bang, the leopard punch suddenly unleashed a powerful killing move, and the fist smashed towards Yang Ningfeng's chest.

"Dare to hit my son?"

Before Yang Ningfeng could punch back, Yang Wenxuan suddenly roared angrily, stumbling up, the speed was extremely fast, and he arrived at Yang Ningfeng's side in an instant, pulling Yang Ningfeng away with his left hand, and smashing his right fist against Yang Zhengcheng's fist.

This punch turned out to be a big blow, and the fist style was amazing.

Yang Zhengcheng was shocked, and when he had time to dodge, he heard a bang, and his fist was smashed by Yang Wenxuan's fist, and in the sound of Kacha, the fist was directly fractured, and then he felt a flower in front of him, and he was punched by Yang Wenxuan on the nose, and the whole person flew upside down and fell, and the place where he landed was already a long nosebleed, and under the severe pain in the nose, the tear ducts were affected, and tears suddenly flowed out.

"A drunkard is still so good?"

This scene really made the five guys watching the battle stunned, looking at the drunk Yang Wenxuan and his face was sluggish.

At this time, Yun Luo, who was standing at the door of Yang Ningfeng's room, looked at Yang Wenxuan's back, and was thoughtful.

"Hehe, whoever dares to hit my son, I'll find whoever to fight hard!

Yang Wenxuan's body shook, raised his head and poured a sip of wine, his eyes swept Yang Zhengcheng and the others, and shouted in a deep voice, there was a bit of majesty, but just when Yang Zhengcheng and the others were stunned again, they suddenly burped, and the majesty just now was suddenly swept away, making people feel a sense of ridicule.

But Yang Ningfeng, who already knew that his father was just an appearance, was secretly happy in his heart: "Dad is really good at pretending!"

"Let's go!"

Yang Wenxuan turned around, because he was already behind Yang Zhengcheng and the others, he didn't need to pretend, his expression was a little solemn, but his tone of voice still maintained a slightly drunk look: "Let's go to the ancestral hall together, I want to see who dares to touch my son." ”

Yang Ningfeng smiled and nodded his head. At this time, Yun Luo had already walked to Yang Ningfeng's side.

"Get out of here!"

Yang Wenxuan took Yang Ningfeng and Yunluo to the gate of the courtyard, and when he arrived in front of Yang Zhengcheng, who was already standing up, he drank with wine in his mouth.

Yang Zhengcheng frowned, stared at Yang Wenxuan in disbelief, then waved his hand, signaling the people behind him to get out of the way, and he himself also leaned sideways.

"I'm sorry, I'm still walking by myself, I don't dare to bother you!"

Yang Ningfeng said apologetically to Yang Zhengcheng, and then followed behind Yang Wenxuan with Yunluo, and the three of them walked out of the courtyard and walked in the direction of the ancestral hall.

staring at the back of Yang Wenxuan and the three of them leaving, although Yang Zhengcheng was extremely angry, the look of surprise in his eyes was even stronger!

"Brother Zhengcheng, you, are you okay?" A guy withdrew his gaze from outside the courtyard door, and when he saw Yang Zhengcheng's face covered with blood, his heart was shocked again, and he asked weakly.

Syllable!

Yang Zhengcheng was angry, raised his left hand, and slapped the unlucky guy to the ground with a palm, and rushed angrily: "What can I do? Do you say I have anything to do now?", he said, wiped his face with his left hand, and then hurriedly covered his broken right fist and strode towards the gate of the courtyard.

It's just that it's okay if he doesn't wipe it, this time, the whole face is blood-red, and it completely becomes the face of Second Brother Guan.

Yang Zhengcheng was indeed depressed to the extreme.

I thought it was a good opportunity to invite merit, but I didn't expect that not only did he not humiliate Yang Ningfeng, but he beat up a drunkard himself! And this drunkard's identity is not ordinary after all, he knows very well, not to mention the broken fist, even if Yang Wenxuan twists his head, he is afraid that he will die in vain.