Chapter 439: A perfect one

His face was uncertain, Wang Batian looked at Yang Feng’s complacent smile, waved his hand fiercely, and said furiously: It’s not a big deal, just now it’s a rush, the old man is overwhelmed, it’s not a promise, anyway The old man just doesn't accept disciples, so please be smart, huh! "
After that, Wang Batian turned over and lay down on the bed again, facing them with his back, stubbornly ill-tempered.
Seeing this, Yang Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
Yang Feng narrowed his eyes, but said coldly: No one has ever dared to speak in front of Lao Tzu! "
I have it now, right? "
Wang Batian shouted without turning his head.
Yang Feng pursed his lips in a frantic expression. Without saying anything, he rushed forward, and drew him out of the bed with one arm around Wang Batian's head.
What are you doing "
Wang Batian was shocked and screamed.
Go back with Lao Tzu and be my second brother's master. Anyway, you have to teach, and you must teach if you don't teach. Lao Tzu will recognize you as his mother. It is not rare for me to recruit as a tutor, huh. "
Let go of me, or I'm welcome. "
Wang Batian roared, his eyes flushed, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of Yang Feng's powerful arm.
With a sneer, Yang Feng curled his lips in disdain: If you have the patience, you are not welcome to show it to me? What can you do with a disabled person with one arm? Kind of hit me, bastard! "
you……"
With a bite of his teeth, Wang Batian was agitated by Yang Feng and his eyes were murderous, a light flashed in his hand, and a dark long knife flashed out suddenly.
The fierce and fierce momentum burst out suddenly. When everyone except Yang Feng was about to be present, they all stiffened and couldn't move in a moment.
Even the two old guys, Poison King and Corpse King, are no exception.
Although Yang Feng was not shocked by his aura, he still felt a little strange, as if a thin needle was piercing his skin, and he felt a little painful.
Just momentum, there is such a power, this old boy really has the ability, I didn't see the wrong person, hehe.
Yang Feng was not surprised and rejoiced, his eyes glowed with burning light.
It's a perfect one..."
Stunned, the Poison King murmured after a brief stupefaction, and then shouted in panic: Bastard, you dare to be rude to Young Master Yang? Don't forget who you are, what is he? "
squeak!
The body was stagnant, and Wang Batian, who was in a rage, instantly calmed down.
Yes, he was just a mourning dog in the Holy Fire. If the Holy Fire had not taken him in back then, he would have been a corpse in the wilderness.
Now how can we avenge revenge and hurt the next leader of the Holy Fire?
Suddenly, Wang Batian's palm, which was tightly holding the handle of the knife, loosened slightly. The incomparable terrifying aura just disappeared instantly.
Seeing this scene, the two poison kings couldn't help but breathe, wiping cold sweat on their heads.
Although they knew that Yang Feng was terrifying, this old boy was also a monster.
At that time, he was so famous that he never used a second cut to kill people. They had always thought that the old boy had only one arm left, and his strength had already retreated.
But just now, in desperation, when the world's number one sword picked up the blade again, the terrifying aura was quite divine.
They were really afraid that this would really resort to an extraordinary skill and hurt Yang Feng, the heir of the leader, that would be terrible.
The sacred religion has been torn apart for so many years, and it is rare that there is now a selection of the masters, and it is hoped that the entire sacred religion will be gathered again.
If they died so easily, they would be sinners of the Holy Religion, so dangerous, so dangerous...
Seeing that he suddenly stopped moving, Yang Feng stopped his hands, took a deep look at him and said: Hey, bastard, why did you stop? Didn’t I see that you were going to make a big move? Why do you stop and show me something? "
Young Master Yang, don't force me, old man... won't accept disciples! "
His face was full of loneliness, Wang Batian once again turned into a desperate look, depressed, and even the black knife in his hand cried out and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Yang Xiaoyi felt a pain in his heart.
He could deeply feel the sadness and pain of this predecessor for that year’s tragedy, so that now he no longer wants to deal with the affairs of the world, he has become decadent, so he persuaded: Third brother, let’s just forget it. , Don't disturb Senior Qingyou. "
How can I forget it? There is no reason for the person I like, huh! "
A rough breath came out from his nostrils, Yang Feng let go, let go of that king, and solemnly said: Old king, the rules of the world, you want me to let go, you must leave a set of unique skills, let me retreat. ? "
Without speaking, Wang Batian sat silently on the ground.
Didn’t you get a knife just now? Come, chop me! "
Staring at him tightly, Yang Feng shouted: If you can cut me down, I won't bother. Otherwise, I will sleep with you in a bed every day, hiccup and fart without washing your feet, you can figure it out! "
Young Master Think twice! "
Hearing this, the Poison King couldn't help but hurriedly dissuaded him: Although Young Master Yang's strength is unfathomable, but the old man just watched the old boy's sword intent, it seems that after a hundred years of cultivation, he has returned to the original. At that time, his extraordinary skill was the top five in the world's combat power list. What if you hurt your precious body? "
Yes, don't look at the palm he just slapped you, you don't care, nothing is wrong. But you have to know that he is a swordsman. There is a knife and no knife in the hand, but it's a world of difference. Back then, he made a stab at a Tier 3 master of the Battle Sovereign, and he never showed the horror of the second stab. We still remember it, and I hope you think twice. "
The corpse king also hurriedly stood up to persuade him, but was interrupted by Yang Feng's severe wave of his hand.
A wicked smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and Yang Feng's eyes burned with scorching heat: The more you say this, the more I want to see how amazing this sword is, come on! "
I don't know the so-called, I will kill you! "
Mumbling, that Wang Batian expressionless, but his tone was unspeakable and decisive, as if what he was saying was the truth.
Yang Feng smiled dismissively, and curled his lips disdainfully and said: Pharaoh, you brag, you also scored in front of someone. In front of Lao Tzu, let's save the time, or come up with some real materials. "
Is that right? Since you said that, there is no way, huh! "
With a long spit, Wang Batian picked up the black knife under his feet and stood up leisurely: But you have to make sure that this is with your permission. "
I promise! "
With a grin at the corner of his mouth, Yang Feng smiled confidently.
Wang Batian ignored him, and looked at the Poison King and the others: You come to testify, the old man got his permission. "
you……"
The heart was stagnant, the Poison King and the others were speechless, but waved their sleeves with annoyance.
They understand that if this old boy takes the initiative to teach, he is an apostate, and everyone gets punishable. But this behavior, if permitted by the leader, is another matter.
It's just that this unique skill of the sword is not serious, don't really hurt the leader.
So the Poison King couldn't stop this duel, so he had to mention one last sentence: I hope you have a sense of measure, otherwise..."
This is difficult, one cut will kill you, and it is difficult to be measured, ha ha ha! "
you……"
call!
Na Wang Batian smiled teasingly, and the Poison King stared at him. He was about to curse and warn him, but only to see that Wang Batian's eyes condensed, and a terrifying aura suddenly appeared.
In a moment, the words that Poison King was about to say were completely crushed in his throat, unable to speak.
Time seems to have been still, the entire space is frozen, and there is no thick breath to circulate...