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Yang Xiaoyi and the others also quickly covered their noses with disgust. Although they were far away from Yang Feng, they still felt an awkward feeling when they saw this scene.
I always feel like this girl¡¯s stinky fart was sprayed in my face.
The Poison King and the Corpse King looked at each other, then shook their heads in unison and lamented.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Leader Yang is really naughty, he¡¯s acting like a child, he¡¯s not as graceful as the leader, it seems he needs to be trained well.
However, having said that, I have to say that his trick is quite effective.
Even though Wang Batian is no longer what he used to be, he has once been glorious. He was also a well-known big shot back then. He doesn't mind being scolded behind his back on weekdays.
But now that a young brat is farting in front of his face, he can no longer bear it.
Which master can endure being ridiculed by juniors like this?
Suddenly, Wang Batian became angry and shouted: "Have you had enough trouble? Get out!"
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"It's true that the King of Hell can't defeat a brat. If this old bastard meets a brat, he will only suffer a loss, haha."
Yang Xiaoyi also shook his head helplessly, hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and apologized: "Senior, I'm sorry, my third brother doesn't have any malicious intentions, I'm just a little skinny, please forgive me."
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Still vomiting, Wang Batian ignored him.
When he was almost done vomiting and had vomited everything he had eaten in the past three days, the overlord genius raised his head with a pale face, glared at them fiercely, closed his eyes, and continued to fall asleep on the bed. .
"Uhsenior"
Seeing this, Yang Xiaoyi smiled awkwardly, full of helplessness.
Yang Feng glanced sideways at the old guy, curled his lips in disdain, and snorted: "Second brother, don't worry, I still have the ultimate weapon."
"The ultimate weapon?"
"Yes, that's itI'm going to take off my shoes! My sweaty feet that haven't been washed this year are finally put to use, hehe."
Yang Feng smiled evilly.
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But suddenly, before he could make a move, Wang Batian stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open and bloodshot, as if they were about to burst out.
It seems that he is really afraid that Yang Feng, a shameless little bastard, will use more powerful biochemical weapons
Looking at each other, the Poison King and the Corpse King couldn't help laughing at this scene. Then they came to the front of Wang Batian and mocked: "Old bastard, you didn't expect that I would meet someone better than you today." If you can¡¯t do anything about people who are even more stupid, then you should be depressed, hahaha!¡±
"What on earth are you going to do?"
Exhaling a long breath, Wang Batian finally admitted his defeat and said: "If you want to give advice to the younger generation on combat skills, there are so many war kings in the sect, and any one of them has been immersed in this way for hundreds of years. You're an old fritter, no problem, why do you have to come to me?"
"Because Yang Erxia is practicing the Demonic Sword now, and you are the number one in swordsmanship. If not you, who should I ask for?"
"It's easy to practice the Demon Sword, and you don't necessarily need me to guide you. All the other old guys can do it. Do you have to hang yourself on my tree?"
"If someone else is practicing the Demonic Sword, it doesn't matter if I find someone to teach me. But now that I'm Mr. Yang's brother, if Yang Erxia wants to practice, I have to find the best one. Who makes you the best?"
Poison King moved Yang Feng out, his face full of solemnity.
In fact, in the entire Holy Fire Sect, except for Yang Feng himself, the other members have been informed that Mr. Yang is the future leader of the sect. It's just that the Holy Ancestor has a spirit and doesn't want the heir to know his identity in advance.
Therefore, when the entire Holy Fire Sect members saw Yang Feng, they were in awe, but did not dare to speak out.
Although Wang Batian has never met the Yang brothers, he has heard about this announcement from the whole religion, and he couldn't help but sneered: "You are a relative of the emperor, and I don't teach you either!"
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The Poison King's face trembled, his whole body trembling with anger, and his old face couldn't help but turn greener.
Yang Feng looked on with a puzzled look on his face: "Why don't you teach me?"
"I'm not happy if I don't want to teach!"
"Unhappy?"
Yang Feng raised his brows and was even more surprised: "Why are you upset? How did we offend you? You don't want to teach my second brother?"
You?
After taking a deep look at them, Wang Batian seemed to understand something and nodded clearly: "Are you that Young Master Yang?"
"Yes, I am a great hero, Yang Feng is also one."
¡°I see, it¡¯s no wonder that you can remain unmoved under my palm. No wonder you were chosen as the next one¡±
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Wang Batian nodded clearly, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a dry cough from the Poison King.
Smiling and shaking his head, Wang Batian couldn't help but sigh and said with a smile: "I'm old, my memory means I'll make mistakes if I talk too much, so I won't say it anymore. Since it's Mr. Yang's face, I'm also a member of the Holy Cult. Just follow it for the time being. If anyone goes wrong while practicing, come out and take a few steps."
"Senior, it is the junior!"
Yang Xiaoyi hurried forward and bowed, with a hopeful look on his face.
Without looking at him, Wang Batian just waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Put out your hand and I'll take your pulse."
"Yes, senior!"
Yang Xiaoyi stretched out an arm with a respectful look on his face, his eyes full of expectation.
Wang Batian just stretched out a finger to check his pulse, then immediately took it back, shaking his head and sneering: "My foundation is too poor, I don't even have a single horoscope, and I have to practice high-level combat above the ninth level as soon as I get up." Your skills should be misfired. Stop, you can't control the sword intention of this magic sword now. If you continue to practice, you will either go crazy or become completely disabled. Just start practicing low-level combat skills below the third level."
"What, third grade?"
Hearing this, Yang Feng was stunned and exclaimed: "My second brother is already the War Emperor, and you want him to practice the third level? Is this in line with his current status?"
"Yes, it is true that he is the War Emperor, but when it comes to the cultivation of combat skills, his foundation is ridiculously weak."
Rolling his eyes, Wang Batian couldn't help but sneered: "Most people practice step by step from warrior to war emperor. What kind of cultivation and what kind of combat skills are practiced over the years. Accumulate experience and slowly figure it out. But this kid didn't know what medicine he took wrongly, and his cultivation has improved rapidly, reaching the height of a war emperor. But when it comes to the cultivation and accumulation of combat skills, he is still at the low level of the warrior stage and cannot be compared to the same level. .¡±
"The mismatch between his extreme cultivation and the experience of combat skills itself caused him to fall into confusion and hesitation when practicing high-level combat skills. It is easy to go crazy and become obsessed, and it is not a good thing if he does not practice to waste. Fortunately, he was in time. When you realize what's wrong with you, stop quickly before it's too late." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com