"Xue Yongfeng, what you said represents the attitude of your Xue family, right?"

In his heart, Xue Yongfeng, who was openly reprimanding the shopkeeper and secretly mocking Xiao Yao, moved his gaze from the shopkeeper's face to his face with a gloomy face, and asked with a slashed face:

"Xiao Yao, have you lost all your cultivation and are you deaf in your ears? I told you to stop, didn't you hear?"

"Didn't hear me!"

As soon as he heard him tell him in public about his complete cultivation, Xiao Yao knew that the Xue family was determined to humiliate him, so he couldn't help but be angry, and stiffly and coldly rejected Xue Yongfeng.

"You ......" Xue Yongfeng's face turned red when he was choked, and he was speechless with anger.

I wanted people to repair the "waste" in front of him, so that Xiao Yao knew that he was no longer the high-spirited genius boy he used to be.

But in the blink of an eye, it came to his father's advice that "you can't provoke Xiao Yao and offend the Xiao family now", so Xue Yongfeng vented his anger on the shopkeeper next to him again.

If it weren't for this bastard's low eyes, where would Xiao Yao be so arrogant? Where would he lose such a big face in front of everyone?

"Smack!"

Shaking his hand and giving him a resounding slap in the face, Xue Yongfeng roared angrily: "Get out, get out of Yewu City for me, Lao Tzu never wants to see you again!"

I lost a good job, and the shopkeeper felt very wronged, didn't you say that Xiao Yao was here, and found a reason to humiliate him?

But he also knew that he couldn't afford to offend Xue Yongfeng, and after glaring at him with extremely resentful eyes, he turned around and left.

"Wait a minute!"

But Xiao Yao stopped him and took out a small cloth bag containing coins from his arms, which was all the belongings he had saved by frugality.

After stuffing it into the hands of the shopkeeper, Xiao Yao said lightly: "Take the flowers on the road, if you don't want to leave Yewu City, come to me, I will ask you to be the shopkeeper!"

"Fifth Young Master, you ......"

The shopkeeper's delicate body trembled, and his small eyes were suddenly covered by a mist, his family was here, and if he could, he really didn't want to leave.

"It's not your fault that you're making things difficult for me!"

Xiao Yao said in a calm tone, "I just can't get used to seeing some people unload and kill donkeys, and they don't take responsibility!"

Seeing this scene, Xue Yongfeng felt that someone had stuffed a stinky maggot into his throat, and he was extremely disgusting. The person I drove out, you not only gave people travel expenses, but also hired him as a shopkeeper, this is not deliberately finding fault, what is it?

Thinking of this, he could no longer control the anger that was suppressed in his heart, and shouted like thunder: "Xiao Yao, are you deliberately trying to find fault? Now you are just a waste of cultivation, and you are no longer the high-spirited fifth young master of the Xiao family before?"

"Stupid pig, you've been fooled!" Hearing this, Xiao Qingya immediately grinned and grinned, "The show has finally started!"

While laughing, a chicken leg was stuffed into her mouth again, and God knows where she got it.

Sure enough, at the moment when Xue Yongfeng's words fell, an imperceptible smile suddenly appeared on Xiao Yao's face, and the opportunity he had been waiting for finally appeared under his design.

The word "waste" is enough for him to beat Xue Yongfeng into a pig's head, and the Xue family can't find the slightest fault with him, and maybe, he can extort some mental damage from his "father-in-law".

"Whew!"

Xiao Yao's fist swung out, although it was only one-third of the force, but the power of this punch can only be described in one word:

Fast!

"Huh?"

However, what Xiao Yao never expected was that his sudden punch actually missed.

Because, the bodyguard behind Xue Yongfeng kept staring at Xiao Yao, so at the moment Xiao Yao made a move, he also moved, pulling Xue Yongfeng aside, so that Xiao Yao's fist only scratched Xue Yongfeng's face, not the bridge of his nose that he had attacked.

"Xiao Yao, you dare to do it to me?"

Although Xue Yongfeng was a little frightened, he felt that his dignity had been greatly insulted, so he gritted his teeth and roared angrily:

"**, give me his third leg, so that this waste can't even be a man!"

"Drink!"

After receiving the master's order, ** immediately snorted, his body suddenly tensed, his right foot kicked the ground, and the whole person was like a cannonball that had just been fired, and his sturdy body waved a steel-like fist, and smashed it towards Xiao Yao.

"Whew!"

Before the person arrived, the fist did not arrive, but the fist wind blew, blowing the eardrums "buzzing", and even, the air was flooded with a trace of ripples!

**'s fist came to the bridge of Xiao Yao's nose, which was his habit of doing it. He likes to hear the crunch of his fist hitting the bridge of his nose, and more importantly, seeing the blood flowing out of it can give him a great sense of accomplishment!

I have to say that this habit is very similar to Xiao Yao, but when he fights with masters, Xiao Yao, who has always been steady, uses static braking and preemptive strikes!

This is the magic weapon taught to him by his father Xiao Qingfeng, and so far, he has not failed. Moreover, his intuition told Xiao Yao that the ** in front of him was very strong, and it seemed to be similar to Leng Chen, and it was by no means comparable to the flowers in greenhouses like Xiao Nan and Xiao Hua.

**'s punch is as fast as lightning, a punch is swung, and the force is immediately shot, just like a wild horse that has escaped and an arrow that has left the string, and it can never be taken back.

However, Xiao Yao stood there motionless, his slightly constricted pupils suddenly lowered uncontrollably, staring at the fast-moving legs without blinking.

"Empty door?"

Xiao Yao's heart sank, and he was surprised: Why can I find out where his empty door is at a glance?

Suddenly, he remembered that when he faced off with Leng Chen last night, he also found the real sword from the thousands of swords at a glance.

At the same time, he thought about the day when he was in the dreamland, as if something had gotten into his eyes......

During his contemplation, the fist wind of ** had already touched Xiao Yao's cheek, making him have to pull his thoughts back to reality.

Although he found the weakness of **, Xiao Yao still picked up his left fist and swung it over with his right fist.

First, he likes to fight hard, secondly, at this time, he has no time to take the initiative to attack the empty door of **, and thirdly, he wants to know how much power his fist can exert now.

However, he firmly remembered the discovery just now, and thought that he would find an opportunity in the future to verify his guess.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and their fists collided violently. The strong force made Xiao Yao take a few steps back before he could resolve it.

"What a hard fist!"

Xiao Yao was shocked, his left hand trembled slightly, he shook it one by one, and repeated it several times, feeling that the pain there had eased a lot, and his face was slightly solemn as he looked at the opposite side in the retreat, smashing a table to pieces.

"Five-star martial artist or higher?"

According to the strength of the ** fist and the pace of his retreat, Xiao Yao had an inaccurate judgment in his heart.

The ** who stood firm also stared at Xiao Yao with a solemn expression, and his eyes flashed a little frightened and incredible:

Under the heavy blows of my six-star martial artist, how could he have nothing to do at all? Didn't he say that he was just a seven-star warrior before his cultivation was lost? Then how could his fists have such a great strength?

At this time, Xiao Yao's brain was like a high-speed computer, rapidly calculating: according to his father, the physical strength of a five-star martial artist is between a two-star martial artist who uses aura and a three-star martial artist. If that's the case, then I only have the strength of a two-star samurai now?

Thinking like this, Xiao Yao couldn't help but sigh a little embarrassed, and secretly sighed at his weakness, but he was relieved immediately, and a determined look flashed in his eyes.

The Freedom Divine Skill was truly extraordinary, and in just a few months, the strength of his physical body could reach the strength of a two-star warrior, which made him full of expectations for his future.

What's more, now he has successfully condensed his qi and become a martial artist again. Although, according to the Xiaoyao Divine Skill, he is only a two-star warrior, but his two-star warrior is much stronger than those two-star warriors in the Xuanling Continent.

If it is combined with the amount of physical strength......

“**！”

Suddenly, Xue Yongfeng burst into a loud shout, interrupting Xiao Yao's thoughts, "What are you doing there?" Take out all your strength and humiliate this bastard for me!"

"Full strength?"

Seeing that the master misunderstood that he didn't show his full strength, **'s face showed a wry smile, and at the same time he felt very aggrieved, he was already doing his best just now, could it be that I still use aura?

But when he thought of the law of the Heavenly Dragon Empire that gave all the martial artists a headache, ** hurriedly strangled to death this idea that came to life in an instant.

Once he does that, although he can humiliate Xiao Yao fiercely, he himself will be like others, and he will be abolished by a spirit destroying pill to cultivate.

With such a sword of Damoris hanging above his head, all warriors would have some scruples before making a move.

However, when everyone's attention was on Xiao Yao and **, looking forward to them fighting again, no one noticed that Xiao Qingya had quietly appeared behind Xiao Yao at this time, and it was only about half a meter away from him, and her beautiful big eyes stared at Xiao Yao without blinking.

She wanted to observe how Xiao Yao fought with people up close, a seven-star warrior who had abolished his cultivation, under the attack of a six-star martial artist, he actually looked like a person who had nothing to do, which surprised her.

"Drink!"

**With a burst of applause, his fists were clenched, his body was bowed, and then it ejected, like an arrow off the string, waving his iron fist and smashing it towards Xiao Yao again.

It looked like the momentum was much braver than just now, but from the sweeping fist wind, Xiao Yao judged that the strength of his punch was not as good as the last time.

Obviously, the punch just now with all his strength made ** a little out of strength.

However, this time Xiao Yao didn't hold it up, his pupils shrank, staring at his fast-moving legs, he wanted to win by ingenuity and end the battle as soon as possible.

Besides, knowing that his strength is not as good as that of the other party, it would be extremely stupid to go to the other party......