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Chapter 441: Radical General

Looking at Yang Feng's gradually disappearing figure, the Poison King and the Corpse King couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Glancing at each other, the Poison King muttered: "I'm not mistaken, back then, one sword was peerless, but now more than a thousand knives can't cut a person, has his strength degraded so much, and his sword skills have become weaker?"

"No!"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Xiaoyi on the side shook his head solemnly and muttered: "In my opinion, this knife of the predecessor of Wang is indeed the first knife in the world, but it is a pity that I met the third brother, and the third brother is really ...... Alas!"

"It's so perverted!"

Qi Qi shook his head, and everyone said in unison.

Ignoring the three embarrassed faces behind him, Yang Feng carried the old Wang Ba back to his sect master's bedroom, and then threw him directly into the guest room where Yang Xiaoyi lived next to him, and then went to play with those beautiful young ladies with a cheerful face, happy like a child.

Of course, he has long passed the age of innocence, and he won't really play with those young ladies, it's naturally an adult's game, hehe.

But soon, after the Poison King returned, his dream was dashed, and he continued to train etiquette with a hard face.

The sun sets, the time passes minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, it is late at night, and the moon is in the sky.

That Wang Batian lay on the soft bed, opened his eyes dizzily, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching painfully, feeling that his neck was about to break, rubbed it, and scolded: "Hiss...... That dead monster, the attack is really not serious, Lao Tzu almost thought that his head had moved. ”

"Senior, are you awake?"

At this time, a voice full of concern came from behind him: "How are you feeling now?" This is a bottle of Poison King's predecessor left by the Poison King's predecessor, if you feel sore, you can try to apply it externally. ”

"It's you!"

Turning his head and glancing behind him, he saw that it was Yang Xiaoyi who was kneeling on the ground respectfully, looking at him very sincerely, and the king rolled his eyes, turned his head again, and shouted: "I don't accept apprentices, don't waste your efforts." ”

"I know that my predecessors have suffered from the losses of their apprentices before, and I am afraid, which I can understand. ”

Shaking his head with a smile, Yang Xiaoyi said lightly: "I don't force my seniors to accept me, a stranger, as a disciple, I just hope that my seniors will let go of their knots and stop dwelling on the pain of the past." The seniors have peerless sword skills, which shocks the younger generations, and it is a pity if it is so wasted. ”

"You don't need to worry about this, besides, what do you learn from me? Your brother's monster is much stronger than me, you can learn from him." To be honest, if you can learn a lot of kung fu from him, you will be able to run rampant, and the old man will have to stand aside. You're blind, there's a gold mine around you, what are you staring at me for?"

"The seniors don't have to be arrogant, in fact, in the eyes of the younger generations, the seniors are the real gold mine. ”

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiaoyi couldn't help but smile and said, "My third brother is indeed very strong, but his strength, just like me, seems to have been obtained through special conditions." You can only be strong yourself, and you can't teach others. But your predecessors are different, and your sword skills can be passed down to the world. So the two of us can become heroes for a while at most, and only a senior master like you can become a generation of grandmasters admired by future generations, not the same. ”

"Well, that's a good point. ”

Nodding lightly, Wang Batian's face softened slightly, but he still said rebelliously: "But even so, the old man will never accept you, you should die." ”

Nodding with a wry smile, Yang Xiaoyi was silent, but suddenly heard a noise, coming from the next room, it was Yang Feng and their noisy.

"Are all the brothers of the Holy Fire Sect here? I'm sitting in the village, betting on whether my second brother can succeed in apprenticeship. If you succeed, you will lose 20, and if you don't, you will lose 1!"

"Wow, Yang Gongzi, you have so little confidence in your second brother?

"It's not that I don't have confidence in him, I don't have confidence in that old Wang Ba. ”

laughed, and Yang Feng's ridicule and disdain came from next door: "The so-called once he was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, since he was betrayed by his apprentice a hundred years ago, he has become a turtle with a shrunken head and does not dare to accept apprentices." I dare to guarantee the ticket, this old Wang Ba has never dared to accept apprentices in his life, do you believe it or not?"

"Faith!"

Everyone said in unison.

"And what are you betting on?"

"Will your second brother fail to apprentice?"

"Wow, you all bet on my second brother to fail in apprenticeship, so I'm still betting on a fart? No one bets on that one to twenty? Once this odds win, it's a million profits." ”

"It's impossible to win, he has long been frightened by his apprentices, the turtle that has shrunk for more than a hundred years, its neck is petrified, can it still be stretched out?

There were bursts of laughter from next door, which turned Wang Batian's entire face blue and purple with anger, and finally sat up abruptly and shouted: "Who said that I don't dare to accept apprentices, I will accept them for you today!"

"Senpai, what do you mean ......"

With joy on his face, Yang Xiaoyi clenched his fists excitedly.

Wang Batian glared at him fiercely and roared, "What senior, call Master." Kowtow immediately, kowtow louder, shout louder, and listen to those bastards next door, Lao Tzu is not afraid of accepting apprentices. ”

"Yes, Master!"

With a loud shout, Yang Xiaoyi immediately kowtowed to his master, and the sound shook the room next door to tremble.

The corners of Yang Feng's mouth curled, he glanced at the poison king opposite, drank tea, played chess, and then waved his hand to send away the brothers in the sect who came to help.

"This old guy is just underexcited, it seems that compared to the pain in his heart, face is more important, hehe!"

"I'm afraid it's more than that. ”

Smiling slightly, the Poison King's eyes were shining: "He must have wanted to accept the apprentice a long time ago, but for the sake of face, it is difficult to speak, today we just gave him a step down." Otherwise, with the stubborn temper of the old king. If he really doesn't want to take in apprentices, no matter how much he provokes, it's useless. ”

"Oh? How do you know?"

"If his heart is already like ashes, how can he use this hundred years to use his left hand to re-train himself to the pinnacle? I'm afraid that no cultivator in this world wants his skills to be drowned in the mortal world after his death. He just didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past and take in another wolf-hearted apprentice. ”

"Then how does he know that my second brother is not a wolf-hearted apprentice?"

"Isn't this nonsense, with such a strong brother as Yang Gongzi as a backer, Yang Erxia can still treat people with humility without any arrogance, can his character still be bad?"

Rolling his eyes, the Poison King couldn't help but sneer.

After Yang Feng thought about it, he also smiled thoughtfully: "That's right, my second brother's temper is indeed very good, not like me who is so willful and arrogant, hehehe." ”