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Chapter 441: Inspiring General

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    Looking at Yang Feng¡¯s disappearing figure, the Poison King and the Corpse King couldn¡¯t help but be dumbfounded.

    Looking at each other, the Poison King murmured: "Am I right? The sword that killed the sky back then is now unable to cut a person with more than a thousand swords. Has his strength deteriorated so much? His sword skills have changed."  Weak?"

    "No!"

    As soon as he said this, Yang Xiaoyi on the side shook his head solemnly and murmured: "In my opinion, Senior Wang's sword is indeed the best sword in the world. It's a pity that he met his third brother.  Brother, he is really ugh!"

    ¡°It¡¯s so perverted!¡±

    Everyone shook their heads and said in unison.

    Ignoring the three sad faces behind him, Yang Feng carried the old bastard back to his leader's palace, threw him directly into the guest room where Yang Xiaoyi lived next to him, and then went to talk to those beautiful ladies with a cheerful look on his face.  They went to play, as happy as children.

    Of course, he has long passed the age of innocence and will not really play house with those young ladies. It is naturally an adult game, hehe.

    But soon, after the Poison King and the others came back, his dream came to nothing and he continued to practice etiquette with a miserable look on his face.

    The sun sets over the west mountain, and time passes by minute by second. In the blink of an eye, it is already late at night, and the moon is in the sky.

    Wang Batian lay on the soft bed and opened his eyes dizzily. The corner of his mouth twitched painfully, and he felt as if his neck was about to break. He rubbed it and cursed: "Hiss  That damn monster, his attack was so insignificant, I almost thought my head had been moved."

    "Senior, are you awake?"

    At this time, a voice full of concern came from behind him: "How do you feel now? This is a bottle of blood-stasis dispelling powder left by Senior Poison King. If you feel sore on your body, you can try applying it externally."

    "It's you!"

    Turning his head and glancing behind him, he saw Yang Xiaoyi kneeling on the ground respectfully, looking at him very sincerely. Wang Batian immediately rolled his eyes, turned away and shouted: "I won't accept disciples, so don't waste your efforts."  ¡±

    "I know, the senior has suffered from his apprentice before and is wary. I can understand this."

    Smiling and shaking his head, Yang Xiaoyi said calmly: "I don't force senior to accept me, a stranger, as his disciple. I just hope that senior can let go of his heart and stop dwelling on the pain of the past. Senior's peerless sword skills make the juniors horrified.  , it would be a pity if it were left abandoned like this.¡±

    "It's none of your business. Besides, what do you want to learn from me? That monster of yours is much stronger than me. You can learn from him. To be honest, if you can learn a drop in the bucket from his skills, you can run wild.  I have to stand aside now that I have become a gangster. You are blind and there is a gold mine right next to you. Why are you always staring at this piece of scrap metal like me?"

    "Seniors don't need to belittle themselves. In fact, in the eyes of juniors, seniors are the real gold mines."

    Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiaoyi couldn't help but smile and said: "My third brother is indeed very strong, but his strength, just like mine, seems to be obtained through special conditions. You can only be strong yourself and cannot teach others. But seniors don't  Likewise, your swordsmanship can be passed down to the current generation. So the two of us can at best become heroes for a while. Only senior masters like you can become a grandmaster respected by future generations. It is different from the same."

    "Well, what you said is quite fair."

    He nodded lightly, Wang Batian's face softened slightly, but he still said arrogantly: "But even so, I will never accept you, just give up."

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: ??Yang Xiaoyi remained silent, but suddenly heard a noise, coming from the next room, it was Yang Feng and the others' noise.

    "Are all the brothers from the Holy Fire Cult here? I am betting on whether my second brother can succeed in becoming a disciple. If he succeeds, he will pay twenty for one; if he does not succeed, he will pay one for one!"

    "Wow, Young Master Yang, are you so unsure of your second brother? Are you sure he won't be able to become your master?"

    "It's not that I don't have confidence in him, I just don't have confidence in that old bastard."

    After a loud laugh, Yang Feng's teasing and contempt came from the next door: "The so-called fear of being bitten by a snake for ten years is because since he was betrayed by his apprentice a hundred years ago, he has become a coward and dare not accept an apprentice. I  I guarantee you that this old bastard will never have the courage to accept a disciple in his life, do you believe it or not?"

    "letter!"

    Everyone said in unison.

    "Then what do you pledge?"

    ¡°Is your second brother¡¯s apprenticeship failed?¡±

    "Wow, you all bet on my second brother's failure to become a disciple, so what the hell am I betting on? No one bets on that.Twenty for one?  Once you win at these odds, you will make a huge profit.  "

    "There is no way he can win. He has been scared out of his wits by his apprentice for a long time. He has shrunk for more than a hundred years and his neck has turned to stone. Can he still stretch it out? He will definitely not dare to accept a disciple, hahaha!"

    Waves of laughter came from the next door, until Wang Batian's entire face turned blue and purple with anger. Finally, he sat up suddenly and shouted: "Who said I dare not accept a disciple? I will accept one today."  Take a look!"

    "Senior, what do you mean"

    With joy on his face, Yang Xiaoyi clenched his fists excitedly.

    Wang Batian glared at him fiercely and shouted: "Senior, please call me master. Kowtow immediately, kowtow louder, shout louder, let those bastards next door listen. I am not afraid of accepting disciples."

    "Yes, Master!"

    With a loud shout, Yang Xiaoyi immediately kowtowed to become his disciple. The sound shook the room next door and made the room next door tremble.

    Yang Feng raised the corners of his mouth, looked at each other with the Poison King and others opposite him, drank tea, played chess, and then waved away the brothers from the teaching who came to help.

    "This old guy just doesn't have enough motivation. It seems that face is more important than the pain in his heart, haha!"

    "I'm afraid it's more than that."

    Smiling slightly, the Poison King's eyes shone brightly: "He must have wanted to accept a disciple for a long time, but because of his face, he couldn't open his mouth. Today we just gave him a step down. Otherwise, with that old bastard's stubborn temper.  If he really doesn¡¯t want to accept a disciple, no matter how much you try to provoke him, it will be useless.¡±

    "Oh? How did you know?"

    "If he was so dejected, how could he use these hundred years to use his left hand to practice his sword to the peak again? His ambition has not been extinguished, and his unique skills naturally need to be passed on. I'm afraid anyone in this world can  A cultivator doesn¡¯t want his unique skills to be lost in the world after his death. He just doesn¡¯t want to make the same mistake again and accept another ungrateful disciple.¡±

    "Then how does he know that my second brother is not a ruthless apprentice?"

    "Isn't this nonsense? With a brother as strong as Mr. Yang as his backer, Yang Erxia can still treat others with humility and without any arrogance. Can his character be any worse?"

    "Rolling his eyes, Poison King couldn't help but sneered.

    After Yang Feng thought about it, he smiled with deep approval: "That's right. My second brother has a really good temper. He's not as willful and arrogant as me, hahaha." (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel  .com
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