"Six...... Six Grades Creation Life and Death Pill?" Rao is Zeng Qingwu has long been accustomed to his son's amazing actions, but at this moment, the pill in front of him still made him dumbfounded, and he was so excited that he didn't know what to say for a long time.

To put it mildly, these are two lives!

"Dad, you don't have to be so nervous. Tongbaofang is rich and wealthy, and it is not bad for the staff, and we will have a chance to get it in the future!" Zeng Yihao said with confidence.

"You don't understand!" Zeng Qingwu came back to his senses, and immediately grabbed the small jade bottle tightly: "The other Liupindans are just that, as long as you have enough money and know the channels, you can buy them, but the raw materials of this 'Creation Life and Death Pill' are only available in Tongbaofang, and they are not sold to the outside world, but only used to exchange what they need with outsiders, so every time they have to wait for Tongbaofang to automatically release the news." This Dan is so good to be received, in the future, except for your mother and your future wife and children, don't give it to anyone else!"

"Uh...... Okay!" Zeng Yihao didn't expect this "Creation Life and Death Pill" to be so difficult, but he was more grateful to Lu Weisheng in his heart, and he added a sense of identity to Tongbaofang, which fulfilled his promise.

People have been dead for hundreds of years, and no one has gone to tea, this organization does have its own unique charm, and it is also worthy of refuge.

Then, he took out the purple pole backworm and explained the reason he had come up with.

"What? That strange man came to you again just now?" Seeing the purple pole dorsal sown in Zeng Yihao's hand, which had grown full of five branches, Zeng Qingwu suddenly lost his voice and cried out, his face full of surprise, but then he complained: "He is your savior, why don't you ask your father to go out and thank him in person?"

"Uh...... He was already busy with his old man's affairs, and he was about to leave Taijin Mansion to come to see me, but he didn't want to see anyone else. I mentioned the matter of the purple pole back to his old man, and his old man used a fresh 250-year-old purple back sown in his hand to replace the previous one with me, plus ......" Zeng Yihao lowered his voice weakly: "Plus a thousand taels of silver and a promise from me!"

"Promise, what promise?" Zeng Qingwu was suddenly quite nervous: "This old-timer has helped our Zeng family so much, even if he dies, you didn't refuse, right?"

"Naturally not! His old man asked me to become an outer disciple of the Flying Dragon Martial Academy in half a year, and my cultivation was to break through the sixth-order Xuan Sect!" In fact, this was originally the goal Zeng Yihao set for himself.

"Flying Dragon Martial Academy, could it be that he is the elder of the Flying Dragon Martial Academy?" Zeng Qingwu was a little surprised. Entering the Flying Dragon Martial Academy and becoming an outer disciple was originally the plan of the father and son, but this matter of breaking through to the sixth-order Xuan disciple was a bit mysterious. Among the Xuantu, the sixth order is a difficult hurdle to overcome, it was Zeng Qingwu himself back then, the fifth-grade qualification, it took a whole year to break through from the fifth-order Xuantu to the sixth-order Xuantu, not to mention that the son's current qualification is only the seventh grade.

However, it was difficult to prove that this strange man was really testing his son.

"I don't know, maybe there is some kind of unknown relationship between him and the Flying Dragon Martial Academy!" Zeng Yihao spread his hands.

"Then you must not let this senior down!" In Zeng Qingwu's mind, this strange man came and went without a trace, and it was normal to reach such an agreement with his son under his nose, and he asked him seriously.

"Yes!

............

After lunch, Zeng Qingwu disposed of the purple stem according to Deng Qiang's instructions, and then went into the bedroom to retreat, ready to start expelling the remaining stubborn toxins in his body. This process takes about two to three hours.

Zeng Yihao was in charge of protecting the Dharma, but thinking that Yang Sizhang only appeared in his house two days ago, he shocked a group of people and others, and now there should be nothing wrong, so he flew up to the roof and began to practice the "Whirling Bird Gong".

It was only after jumping on the roof for nearly an hour, and as soon as the soles of his feet stood firm on the roof, Zeng Yihao heard a childish but angry yelling from outside the courtyard gate: "The surname is Zeng, you ungrateful guy, get out of here!"

At the same time as the roar, the fine iron gate that had just been installed was also kicked vigorously with a "boom".

This is not just an insult, it is simply a direct door-to-door attack!

Father is still detoxifying, Deng Qiang told this process to be absolutely quiet, not to be disturbed by the slightest, otherwise it will affect the effectiveness of the medicine, Zeng Yihao's eyes were cold, he jumped to the roof of the courtyard gate to look down, and saw a thirteen-year-old sturdy young man in a bright silk warrior uniform who was slightly younger than himself was raising his foot and kicking towards the fine iron gate of his courtyard with an angry face.

This sturdy young man is Tang Haitao's son, Tang Yingzhu, who has sixth-grade qualifications and was already a fifth-order disciple a year ago, but has always looked down on Zeng Yihao and is very cold to Zeng Qingwu.

Zeng Yihao's heart suddenly became angry: "Nima, the good things your father did are going to let you go, and your kid actually took the initiative to send it to the door to find a fork?"

"Stop!" Zeng Yihao flew on his toes, and he landed lightly in front of Tang Yingzhu, and he kicked the latter's calf towards the gate of Zeng's house like lightning.

Tang Yingzhu didn't expect his reaction to be so fast, and his right leg that kicked towards the Jingtie gate was immediately kicked.

"Okay, surnamed Zeng, you still dare to fight back!" The pain in his right foot made Tang Yingzhu, who was already annoyed, immediately angry, and while standing still on one leg, the right leg that was kicked by Zeng Yihao kicked straight at Zeng Yihao again.

"Joke! Do you have any reason to kick the door of my house?" Seeing Tang Yingzhu, Zeng Yihao thought of Tang Haitao, and the anger that had been holding back in his heart these days immediately exploded, scolded angrily, and also kicked back hard.

The wind at the gate of Zeng's courtyard suddenly stirred, and even some broken stones on the ground were rolled up and splashed around.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In just a few breaths, the two of them have already staggered each other and kicked each other several times, each with its own merits, regardless of winning or losing.

"This kid's next game is really stable, and it's a little worse than Zhao Huizhao!" Zeng Yihao was shocked while kicking.

Unbeknownst to him, Tang Yingzhu was also extremely shocked in his heart: "This guy's leg skills are so strong!"

Each leg he kicked out has been strictly trained by a special instructor invited by the young owner of Huaixintang, whether it is the angle or strength, the skills of power are quite clever and refined, if it is against other fifth-order disciples, it can always make the opponent unguardable, retreat or be injured, and every foot he steps on is a thousand catties, and the hard stone slab is torn apart.

But now, every leg he kicked out was blocked by Zeng Yihao in time, not to mention, his muscles and bones were always violently shaking and hurting violently.

"Impossible, I can't even beat him to a piece of waste!" Tang Yingzhu was originally just angry, but this kick did not make a bargain, and he suddenly became competitive, and suddenly sped up.

"It's still exciting?!" Zeng Yihao's already burning anger suddenly seemed to be poured with a layer of hot oil, and he glared violently: "Nima! At this speed, you still dare to show off in front of Lao Tzu?" The sparring speed in the first-level martial arts training room of Tongbaofang is much faster than this.

Zeng Yihao also suddenly sped up. Although there is no special leg practice, you can only see the move and take advantage of the gap to return to a leg, but it is flexible and changeable, and it has not fallen into the disadvantage at all.

Not only did he not fall into the disadvantage, Zeng Yihao also had the leisure to secretly observe Tang Yingzhu's legs.

"Cut, this leg should have been kicked a little lower, and it could have kicked my soft tendons!"

"This leg is slow, and the opportunity is missed!"

"This leg is not bad, but it's a pity that you ran into me!"

The battle puppet in the first-level martial arts training room of Tongbaofang gathers the essence of the martial arts learned by Tongbaofang in the past 10,000 years, and every move is extremely clever.

"Last time I fought with Zhao Huizhao, I was proficient in boxing, anyway, it will take some time for my father to heal the poison, so I might as well take the opportunity to sharpen my legs!" Thinking of this, Zeng Yihao was not in a hurry to win and teach Tang Yingzhu a lesson, just see the moves.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Soon, the battle between the two of them was fought from the gate of the courtyard to the surrounding walkway, and then from the walkway to the passers-by, causing the sand and gravel on the ground to fly, dust and dust, and some of the ordinary common tools placed outside the door by the neighborhood were all knocked to the ground, a mess, and even more attracted those passing warriors to stay, look sideways, and discuss.

"What's wrong, why did Zeng Yihao fight with Tang Yingzhu? Still fight so hard? Look at Tang boy's leg method, this look, it's completely life-threatening!"

"It's strange, in the past, Brother Tang was a little resentful of the Zeng family, but it was not as reckless as today. What's going on?"

"That's not right, Brother Zeng is all from Tongbaofang, why is the boy of the Tang family still looking for him to fight? Brother Zeng has defeated Prince Zhao, where can Tang boy win!"

Hearing the last sentence, Tang Yingzhu, who had never been able to gain the upper hand, was suddenly extremely annoyed, and scolded: "Damn! I don't believe that I can't win against you! Look at the fist!"

Zeng Yihao remembered that this martial art, which belonged to the top grade of the yellow level, was Tang Haitao's good move, wide open and closed, ruthless and powerful, but mysterious and changeable, sneered in his heart, and also clenched his fists.

"King Kong Tiger Fist"!

The fist of brass thumping slammed into the giant arm, shaking it back effortlessly, and the huge habitual surname even shook the latter back two steps.

Obstruct?

Block the fart!

All obstacles in front of King Kong, whether you are a monkey, a dragon, a tiger, a lion, or a demon, can be broken with your fists!

Whatever you want, I'll just punch you!

This set of Vajra Fuhu Fist, which even Zhao Huizhao had been beaten upside down and vomited blood, where could Tang Yingzhu, who had cultivated to only a fifth-order Xuan disciple, be able to stop it!

"Boom!" was the sound of a dislocated bone.

Immediately followed by Zeng Yihao's next punch, he quickly cut through Tang Yingzhu's right arm, which made the first move but was shocked and dislocated, and went straight into Tang Yingzhu's face, hitting the bridge of his nose that was still quite straight.

"Hmm!" snorted, Tang Yingzhu, who staggered back, suddenly felt that the golden light flashed wildly in front of him, the bridge of his nose was hot and painful, and his brain became dizzy, and his heart immediately panicked, and as soon as he was negligent, he was punched hard in the chest, and the center of gravity of the whole body could no longer be maintained, and he fell to the sky.

............

The hypocrite will soon be exposed, and the protagonist is about to take revenge, begging for collections, begging for tickets!

The collection and tickets are more violent, and Xiaolong is also writing more energetically!

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