Yang Xia glanced at the pavilion a few times, no one he knew, he glanced at the beautiful maids beside these sons, and then at the fat man who was following behind him, and said unhappily: "You are a big bully, why do those sons have beauties to serve, me and Feng Wuji have to be followed by you, a fat guy with a wide body, and find ten big beauties to serve the master." Yang Xia directly called Feng Wuji's name, and even Feng seniors didn't bother to call it, in his opinion, he couldn't be polite to the old scourge.

"Ten?" The fat man was a little blind, looking at the five-year-old Yang Xia, and feeling how the baby in front of him was like Feng Wuji, and a bad feeling was born in his heart.

"Don't go yet!" Feng Wuji was named by Yang Xia, his eyelids jumped, although he was angry in his heart, he didn't dare to offend Yang Xia, the little ancestor, so he could only sprinkle his anger on the fat man's head and stare at him and shout.

"Yes, yes, yes. The fat man nodded aggrievedly, and as soon as he turned around, Yang Xia said again: "Remember, it must be a big beauty." ”

The fat man's body trembled, nodded and left, Yang Xia yawned, was bored, a purple peacock ran to Yang Xia and hissed to report the good news, begging for spirit fruits, these spirit beasts are raised by Ningyan Pavilion, whenever a noble person comes here, the spirit beasts will come forward to greet them, and these sect disciples will throw them some spirit fruits in order to please a good fortune.

Yang Xia stared at the purple peacock that was calling very cheerfully, smiled, took two steps forward, stretched out his white and tender little hand to pinch the purple peacock around his neck and lifted it, and said to a beautiful maid who came with a wine jug: "This goose is so fat, it's just right to braise the wine, beauty, go, give this goose to the master to braised the wine." ”

"Goose?" Looking at the purple peacock in Yang Xia's hand with wings fanned and screaming very miserably, the wine jug in the hand of this beautiful woman almost fell to the ground, a little confused, after a long time, he said timidly: "This little boy, this is a purple peacock, you can't eat it." ”

Yang Xia frowned, seeing that many sect disciples in the pavilion were attracted by the screams of the purple peacock, they all stood up and pointed at him, the thief's thick face was a little hot, and he said embarrassedly: "This is not a goose......"

"This ..... No. The beautiful maid nodded, helpless.

Feng Wuji was speechless, and slapped Yang Xia's little hand, and the purple peacock finally escaped from Yang Xia's clutches, flew up in horror, fled into the depths of the garden, and soon disappeared.

Yang Xia blew his aching little hand, a little pity, he glanced at Feng Wuji, just in time to see Yang Mo coming, his missing arm has grown, but his face is still a little pale, the two eyes touched, this Yang clan concubine was shocked and retreated, obviously he didn't expect to meet Yang Xia here, and the two old men behind Yang Mo were also blue-faced, staring at Feng Wuji.

The road was narrow, Yang Xia smiled coldly, stepped forward, patted Yang Mo's thigh with his hand, made Yang Mo's body tremble, retreated behind the two old men, and said sharply: "What are you going to do?"

"Say hello to you, your arms have grown?" Yang Xia narrowed his eyes, and the murderous intent in his heart soared, if it wasn't for Yang Mo to come out for the wolf howling moon, he wouldn't have provoked more than 100,000 monks to kill each other.

"Who are you?" the two old men frowned, looking at Yang Xia with their red pupils, if it weren't for Feng Wuji here, they would have already spoken out.

"In Xiayangxia, it's Yangmo's friend. Yang Xia touched his chin, saw that Yang Mo's face was nervous, his eyes were full of fear, and he understood that this Yang clan's sister-in-law did not dare to tell the people of the Yang clan the truth about the fight outside the palace, I don't know if he was not guts, or he was afraid of punishment, after a moment of silence, Yang Xia smiled, nodded slightly at Yang Mo, and his attitude was extremely friendly.

"Xiaomo, is it really your friend?" the chubby old man on the left looked at Yang Mo in confusion.

Yang Mo was silent, he didn't know what Yang Xia's idea was, he had long been afraid of Yang Xia in his heart, from birth to now, except for a few demons in the clan who defy the sky, he had never seen such a terrifying person in the Divine Power Realm, and he almost killed him with one blow, if he had known that Yang Xia was so perverted, he would not agree to come out for the wolf Xiaoyue.

"This senior, before the turmoil outside the palace, I fought side by side with Yang Mo, he ......." Yang Xia saw that Yang Mo was silent, arched his hand, and opened his mouth slowly, Yang Mo was anxious, afraid that Yang Xia would say the reason for the chaos, if this is the case, no one can protect him, although he is the son of the Yang clan, but he is not those demons in the clan, he can be forgiven for making a big mistake, the strict laws and regulations of the Yang clan are not child's play, if something really happens, he will die without a place to be buried, thinking of this, Yang Mo interrupted Yang Xia, and helped Yang Xia Yuan lie with his conscience:" Third uncle, it is true, when there was turmoil, he was able to save his life with the help of Yang Xia. After that, Yang Mo wanted to vomit blood with grievances in his heart.

"I see, thank you for saving your little nephew, this is a little heart, and I hope to accept it. After hearing this, the thin old man on the right stroked his long beard, his face softened, and he took a bag of top-grade spirit stones and threw them to Yang Xia, and his hand was very generous, Yang Mo was stunned when he watched from the side, and wailed in his heart, Fourth Uncle!

"Thank you, seniors. Yang Xia was overjoyed, put the best spirit stone into the storage ring, looked at the old man on the left, and spared his head, the meaning was obvious.

The old man on the left frowned, he was old and refined, how could he not know what Yang Xia meant, and after glancing at Feng Wuji, he also gave Yang Xia a bag of top-grade spirit stones.

"The two seniors are really wise and martial, no wonder Brother Yang Mo is extremely talented and intelligent!" Yang Xia looked at Yang Mo and nodded, smiling shamelessly.

Yang Mo listened to Yang Xia's praise, the sense of humiliation became more and more intense, his face was hot, and he couldn't wait to stand up and tell his two uncles that this kid in front of him was a shameless person, and he broke his arm and blackmailed, it was simply not a thing!

"Yang Mo, I'm very happy to see you today, why don't I go together?" Yang Xia's attitude was very sincere, which made Yang Mo's face pale and he wanted to shake his head.

"Xiaomo, what are you still doing in a daze, go. The chubby old man on the left urged, he saw that Yang Xia followed Feng Wuji to come, with this old scourge as a backer, thinking that the identity would not be simple, most of them were the old sons of the Tianxin Sect, so the identity was just right with his Qilin'er.

Yang Mo's little face was whiter, and he was reluctant to stand up, and his body was trembling.

"Let's go, Brother Yangmo!" Yang Xia stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Mo's left hand, with great force, making Yang Mo almost frightened, and his left arm that he had just grown was a little painful, and in desperation, he had to follow Yang Xia in despair.

After a while, Yang Mo turned around and saw that the two uncles were stepping forward to salute Feng Wuji, carefully talking to the old scourge, not noticing this, he shook off Yang Xia's hand, and said with a gloomy face: "What do you kid want?"

"Hehe, do you know who that old man is?" Yang Xia smiled faintly and pointed at Feng Wuji.

Yang Mo didn't answer, looking at Feng Wuji, obviously he had only heard of the old scourge daimyo, and had not seen him in person.

"I don't know, Feng Wuji has heard it?" Yang Xia reminded him when he saw that Yang Mo didn't know the old scourge.

Listening to Yang Xia's words, Yang Mo's little face is not white, but completely green, the wind is not very famous in the Yang Clan is taboo, for ten thousand years, all kinds of bad things that the old scourge has done to the Yang Clan have been widely spread in the Yang Clan, so that Yang Mo doesn't know it, his body is cold, seeing Yang Xia staring at him with bad intentions, he completely admitted it, and said dejectedly: "Say, what do you want, as long as I can give it all." ”

"We are good brothers, how can I bear to ask you for something, come, you can see what you can exchange for this bottle of Qiling Pill, I will trade fairly!" Yang Xia saw Yang Mo admit it, took out a bottle of Qiling Pill from the ring and handed it to Yang Mo.

"I still have seventy-three top-grade spirit stones in the ring, how about all of them for you?" Yang Mo took the Qiling Pill with a sullen breath, he was not stupid, Yangxia proposed that the so-called fair trade was justified blackmail, he took out all the top-grade spirit stones in the ring and handed them to Yang Xia, the Qiling Pill This kind of pill has little effect on him, and a top-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for several bottles.

Yang Xia didn't answer, yawned, and stretched his waist, the meaning was obvious, the best spirit stone was far from enough.

"Add two more longevity grasses, this is what my parents used to save my life, how about it?" Yang Mo saw Yang Xia's lazy attitude, he was angry, he looked at his two uncles, they were smiling and looking at the pill in his hand, thinking that he was having a good conversation with Yang Xia, exchanging items, in desperation, he had to add two more longevity grasses, and his heart was dripping blood.