"In other words, you are now less than seventeen years old," after listening to Xiong Da Xiong Er's story about themselves, Zhao Lang was shocked to discover a fact.

These two people are tall and look like bears, but they are still sixteen-year-old boys, and they may not even be as old as Zhao Lang, I have to say that this is really too discordant.

Xiong Daxiong Er nodded, took off the hood on his head, and revealed two faces, although a little dark, but indeed very immature, with only shallow fluff at the corners of his mouth, and no beard.

Zhao Lang secretly wiped a handful of sweat, the Central Plains land, there are countless strange people and strange things, and they actually gave birth to such two living treasures, and they were bumped into by him, this is also fate!

After asking about Xiong Daxiong Er's formal apprenticeship in Shaolin Temple, Zhao Lang stopped the car, found a place, rubbed incense, and officially let Xiong Daxiong Er perform the apprenticeship and accepted these two disciples. No matter what you say, this kind of thing is first-come, first-served, and I have already worshipped the teacher, even if the Shaolin Temple finds it, there is nothing to say.

After some investigation, Zhao Lang found that what the two of them said was indeed right, the two of them had wonderful bones, wide meridians, and surprising bones, which were indeed excellent materials for cultivating strong internal skills and horizontal martial arts. If these two bear children are trained by famous teachers and taught advanced martial arts, not to mention their understanding, they will naturally become super-first-class martial arts masters, at least open up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and become a first-class peak master, it will not be difficult.

"You two are really lucky," Zhao Lang shook his head with a smile, "If you had touched me a few months earlier, I really wouldn't have known what martial arts to teach you!"

What Zhao Lang said was the truth, most of the martial arts he learned in the previous year were the martial arts of Peach Blossom Island and Quanzhen Sect, which were quite flexible and skillful, not suitable for Xiong Daxiong Er's cultivation, but there were not many fierce martial arts suitable for them, only after going out this time, he harvested the immortal secret book of Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong and Jiuyang Divine Skill.

Jiuyang Divine Skill is only Jueyuan and Zhao Lang who have to practice today, and the qualifications of those who practice are quite high, Xiong Daxiong Er has just entered the teacher after all, and his brain lacks roots, in a short period of time, Zhao Lang is not ready to teach them Jiuyang Divine Skill, so as not to let people talk too much and leak the news.

It's the dragon elephant like a skill, anyway, it's the martial arts of Tantra, Mongolian Tantra and the Central Plains martial arts are quite opposed, their magic skills, not spread outside, don't do anything to Zhao Lang.

At the moment, Zhao Lang taught Xiong Daxiong Er all the first five layers of the Dragon Elephant Praruo Gong, and he was also looking forward to what kind of two monsters these two boys with natural divine power would be created with the Dragon Elephant Praruo Gong, who was known for their fierce and huge strength.

And Xiong Da Xiong Er, although he is not familiar with the world, but he has also stayed in Shaolin Temple for several years, and he is still involved in martial arts.

Being able to learn such a profound martial arts, Xiong Da Xiong Er naturally rejoiced and respected Zhao Lang, the master, and was grateful for the virtues of the lawsuit, and for a while, he practiced diligently, and even his mind to marry his daughter-in-law was a lot lighter.

Ouyang Feng of Western Poison originally got along with Zhao Lang during this time, and his heart has gradually calmed down, under Zhao Lang's care, his madness has gradually decreased, and now he has two apprentices, Cheng Huan is kneeling, Ouyang Feng is in a better mood, and under the joy of talking and laughing, his heart has gradually become the same as ordinary people. In addition to still not remembering his identity as a Western Poison, he still shouted that he was the best in the world, Ouyang Feng at this time was like the most ordinary old man, kind and gentle.

Zhao Lang was naturally happy with Ouyang Feng's change, and he was even thinking that if Ouyang Feng could continue like this, it would be perfect.

The kind old man Lang Haoren after the amnesia is indeed much cuter than Ouyang Feng, the western poison decades ago.

After the apprenticeship ceremony, the group prepared dry food, continued on the road, on this day, the group came to a mountain village more than 20 miles outside Xiangyang City, at this time the sun was hot, the group of people kettle has dried up. Ouyang Feng and Xiong Daxiong Er had already fallen asleep, and Zhao Lang stopped his horse and got out of the car, ready to go to the village to ask for some tea to drink.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the village, Zhao Lang fell into an ambush, and a large net rose from the ground and trapped Zhao Lang inside. Immediately afterwards, a large group of people rushed out of the village and surrounded Zhao Lang.

"The flower thief has been caught, the flower thief has been caught!"

"Come and catch the flower thief!"

"Arrest him and take him to the government"

The villagers shouted, and one man even rushed out with a basin of blood.

"Everyone, get out of the way, let me use the black dog's blood to break the demon law of this flower thief!" The one who carried the basin was a shirtless man, and as soon as he raised his hand, he was about to splash the black dog's blood on Zhao Lang.

"This is worth it," Zhao Lang originally wanted to wait and see what happened, seeing that these guys were actually messing around like this, where did he dare to stay in the net with peace of mind, the stick and sword suddenly came out of his body, and with a sudden shake of the sword light, the coarse linen net was torn in half, Zhao Lang toe a little broken net, and his body rose to the sky, dodging the black dog blood splashed on him.

"The flower thief ran away. ”

"Hurry up!"

Zhao Lang wiped the sweat on his head and chased a ball, he didn't want to run at all!

"Folks, you misunderstood, you misunderstood," Hearing that these villagers were flower pickers one by one, Zhao Lang could not understand that he was misunderstood and lying down, and explained again and again.

It's a pity that the villagers who were carried away by anger could not listen, and they picked up hoes and shovels one by one, and they all hit Zhao Lang.

Mamma Mia!

Zhao ** is bitter, if it is a Mongolian soldier on the other side, he can easily harvest his life at any time, after all, his title of falling Ying Drifting Snow Sword is not for nothing, and there is definitely a lot of blood under his hands.

However, it is not right to be unarmed on the opposite side, and it is not right to be unarmed on the other side.

On the other side is a group of simple villagers who did it because of a misunderstanding, and they are not extremely evil people, Zhao Lang really can't do it.

"I'm sorry, everyone," it's not a way to dodge all the time, there are dozens of villagers here, although they can't threaten Zhao Lang, but they have been chased, and it's not a way, in case Ouyang Feng is ushered in, a spiral pill is waiting, then the fun will be great.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang smiled bitterly, withdrew his stick and sword, and pointed to move quickly among the villagers, stopping all the villagers who were carried away by anger.

"Now the villagers can listen to me well!" Zhao Lang spread his hands helplessly, "If I say that the flower thief doesn't need to be sneaky at all, you can't stop me at all." ”

"Folks, I'm really not a bad person, I'm just here to beg for a glass of water," Zhao Lang smiled, "Do you understand? ”

The villagers finally made sense, and they all blinked, quite embarrassed. Zhao Lang didn't blame him, he unlocked the acupoints of these villagers one by one, left and right, drove the carriage into the village, and he asked about the cause of the incident.

From the conversation, Zhao Lang learned that the flower thief in the mouth of the villagers was a recently rising figure, and he had committed more than a dozen cases near Xiangyang City, and the government had encircled and suppressed it several times, but it was in vain.

His name is Harusaburo.