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Chapter 430 You must have conveyed the wrong imperial edict

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    "What about the third realm?"

    Hearing what he said, Yang Xiaoyi felt excited and asked again.

    The corner of his mouth curled up, and Wang Batian raised his head proudly: "This third level, Ba. It is the artistic conception I am in now, a sword that can destroy the sky. At this time, the level of combat skills no longer matters. All of them  All the sword skills are concentrated in this sword. With one sword strike, the world will be destroyed."

    "But in this realm, the requirements are more stringent. You need to practice the magic sword to the extreme, and then suddenly withdraw it, completely condensing all the wild and unruly sword skills into one move, so that your sword skills will be great. In fact,  The main sword is used to lay the foundation, and the magic sword is to use your original solid foundation to play whatever you want. The final domineering sword is to converge all desires again. If you don't let it go, it will be enough.  , as soon as it comes out, it will shock the world and make the ghosts and gods cry. When you reach this state, you will probably be able to chop down anyone except your brother."

    With his face straightened, Yang Xiaoyi couldn't help but clenched his fists excitedly, his whole body trembling, as if he couldn't wait to start practicing right away.

    Wang Batian glanced sideways at him, as if he had read through his mind, and chuckled: "Now, let's practice the main sword first. What I'm telling you now is the basic sword skills of practicing the main sword.  The third-level mid-level combat skill, slashing in the wind; the fourth-level primary combat skill, Dragon Tiger Overlord Sword; the fourth-level high-level combat skill, Taiqing Wuji Sword The sixth-level high-level combat skill, Tiangang Thirty-six Swordsman  .That¡¯s all, do you remember it?¡±

    "Remember, Master!"

    "The skills of these sword skills are all hidden in Yudian Pavilion. But now Yudian Pavilion is heavily guarded by the old poisonous people. If you want to go in and get the secret book, you must have your brother's approval, so"

    "Oh, this is easy!"

    Nodding in understanding, Yang Xiaoyi immediately stood up, walked out, and shouted: "Third brother, I will go to Yudian Pavilion to select some secret books, and you will approve them."

    ¡°No problem, go ahead and take whatever you want, you¡¯re welcome, treat it like your own home!¡±

    Yang Feng¡¯s nonchalant voice came from next door. When Wang Batian heard it, he couldn¡¯t help shaking his head and laughing.

    "These are the relatives of the emperor. It's so easy to do things. If ordinary people, even the four Dharma Kings, can enter the Yudian Pavilion so easily, and choose at will? Haha."

    Early the next morning, when it was just dawn, Yang Xiaoyi got up excitedly and practiced the combat skills he had just chosen last night in the yard outside the door.

    When I really practiced the tiger, the wind and thunder shocked.

    When Wang Batian heard the noise, he squinted his eyes and climbed up, looking at the sweaty figure outside through the window, nodding his head slightly with a look of joy on his face.

    ¡°Well, you are so diligent.

    Thinking like this, Wang Batian closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

    After waiting for an hour, Wang Batian got up again and saw that Yang Xiaoyi was still practicing hard, and immediately walked out with a smile on his face.

    When Yang Xiaoyi saw his master coming out, he immediately stopped and bowed respectfully: "Good morning, master!"

    "It's early for you too, are you practicing so early?"

    "The disciple knows that he has a weak foundation. In the past, his family had a small business and his father died young. He practiced the family's combat skills by himself and never had a famous teacher to guide him. Nowadays, it is rare to have a master who can teach you carefully. This is a God-given opportunity. The disciple will naturally  We must seize the opportunity and make up for all the shortcomings that we have missed in the past.¡±

    "Well, if you know how to seize opportunities and are so diligent, you have a bright future!"

    Wang Batian nodded happily and smiled lightly, feeling that this apprentice had done a good job.

    But suddenly, at this moment, there was a loud noise, it was the two old guys, the Poison King and the Corpse King, giving earnest persuasion.

    ¡°Mr. Yang, it¡¯s already time, it¡¯s time to get up and practice.¡±

    "Is it time? Let me sleep until noon!"

    "No, the sun is shining on your butt. You have to take a nap after noon. How can you still have time to practice? Get up quickly!"

    "Oh, let's practice that night!"

    "You have to swim in the sauna and get a massage at night. You really don't have much time to practice, my little ancestor!" The old man, the Poison King, almost begged to pull Yang Feng out, and he was so anxious that he almost cried.

    Yang Feng was pulled out in a daze, looking at the bright sun above his head with an annoyed look on his face, and then he moved his body twice randomly.

    "Three laps to the left, three laps to the right, twist your neck, twist your butt, go to bed early and get up early, let's do some exercise Okay, I'm done, I'll go back and take a nap first!"

    "Can't sleep anymore, Mr. Yang??, you only moved twice now, we should continue practicing etiquette, alas!  "The Poison King was so worried that his long green hair was about to turn white, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

    The Corpse King was there to help persuade him, but he still had no idea.

    Yang Feng¡¯s two biggest characteristics are laziness and willfulness. The personal guidance of the two Dharma Kings almost made him cry.

    Wang Batian took a deep look at the situation over there, then looked at his apprentice here, and shook his head in disbelief.

    They both have the same surname of Yang and are brothers. Why is there such a big difference in their lives?

    By the afternoon, Yang Feng finally woke up and could start practicing etiquette, but things were going wrong again.

    "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmcough cough cough!"

    Yang Feng opened his voice first, and then shouted to the maids kneeling beside him: "Come here, bring me a cup of bird's nest to moisten your throat first."

    "Moisten your throat, you only said less than two sentences in total!"

    Snapped!

    A bamboo pole hit his butt hard, and the Poison King couldn't help but said angrily: "How many times have I told you, when talking to people, you should use your Dantian Qi instead of your throat, so that you can make an emperor's voice and have an emperor's demeanor.  .¡±

    "Ah? Dantian? Where is Dantian?"

    "Here you are, idiot! You can't even find your Dantian. How did you achieve this level of strength?"

    The Poison King hit him hard on the stomach, making him cover his head in worry.

    Wang Batian was drinking tea and watching what was going on there, dumbfounded.  Then, he looked at his extremely diligent apprentice, and he suddenly felt a sense of superiority.

    Time passed by minute by minute, and soon the sun was setting. The two poison kings were tired of the instruction, so they asked Yang Feng to practice by himself. They had no choice but to sit on the same table with Wang Batian and drink tea.

    Throughout the afternoon, they scolded Yang Feng until their throats started to smoke, but it had no effect at all.

    After Wang Batian glanced at them sideways, he suddenly said: "Two old guys, did you convey the wrong imperial edict?"

    "What? Did we preach the wrong decree?"

    "After the Holy Ancestor appeared, he was really designated as the successor to the next leader. Is he that boy?"

    With his face full of suspicion, Wang Batian took a deep look at the impatient Yang Feng, then looked at Yang Xiaoyi who was practicing seriously, and said immediately: "No matter how you look at it, I feel that the second youngest in the Yang family is better than the third youngest.  He is more suitable to be the leader of our holy religion. Look at this second son, he is diligent, humble, honest, prudent and polite. He is simply a model for a wise king."

    "But look at the third child again. He is lazy, arrogant, willful, rude, and extremely lecherous. He is simply a foolish king who has subjugated his country. How could the Holy Ancestor show up and designate him to inherit the throne? Is it the Holy Ancestor's intention?  Did you make a mistake in asking the second child to inherit?"

    "No way. The etiquette and cultivation of the leader of this book was brought to us by Mr. Yang. The Holy Ancestor must have appointed Mr. Yang when he appeared, not Erxia Yang. It is a major matter related to the next leader of the religion. How could we get it wrong?  Woolen cloth?"

    Shaking their heads, the two Poison Kings looked at each other and said firmly: "Perhaps the Holy Ancestor saw that Mr. Yang has unfathomable strength and can accomplish a lot?" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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