Chapter 18: Practice fighting skills

Huang Ming looked at Huang Peng who turned and left. He secretly sneered in his heart. He naturally did not believe that Huang Xiaolong could still run the dog and win his son at the next annual meeting!
Therefore, the so-called one hundred vindictive dan is simply impossible! As for an apology, it is even more impossible!
On the main hall, the elders face each other and no one dares to speak.
When Huang Xiaolong of the East Hall just sat down, he saw Huang Peng, the father who came back from the North Hall.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Huang Xiaolong could not help but ask.
Su Yan also got up and greeted him.
Huang Peng saw his son, his heart was awkward, did not speak, came to the seat of the hall and sat down, his head down, the anger in his heart not only did not disappear, but more prosperous.
"Deceive too much!"
"Deceive too much!"
Recalling the cold eyes of the older brother Huang Ming and his father's preference for Huang Wei, Huang Peng couldn't help but anger, and the right palm took a seat next to him, and the chair collapsed.
Huang Peng smashed the seat next to him, and Su Yan was shocked.
"Peng Ge, what happened? What happened?" Su Yan asked anxiously.
Huang Peng looked up and looked at his wife Su Yan and his son. He sighed in his heart and finally said what happened in the main hall. When he said that his father Huang Qide would open the spirit pool, he should have given Huang Xiaolong the qualification to practice. Instead, he gave Huang Wei, and Huang Peng was angry and took a shot.
"Oh, doing this is simply too eccentric! In his eyes, there is only Huang Wei’s grandson!" Su Yan listened, and the apricot eyes were round and angry. "Does he still regard our little dragon as his grandson?!"
Huang Xiaolong didn't open his mouth and sneered in his heart. Although he won Huang Wei at the annual meeting a few days ago, although he showed his second-order strength in front of his grandfather Huang Qide, his grandfather Huang Qide still did not really regard him, presumably In the heart of his grandfather Huang Qide, he broke through the second order, that is, he walked the dog, and the achievement was far less likely to compare with Huang Wei.
"There is still Zhou Guang, who dares to say that our little dragons are practicing in Lingchi, which is a waste of the power of Lingchi Essence!" Su Yan said: "This dog slave, if you are behind the big brother Huang Ming to support him, He dares to say this!"
Although Zhou Guang is an elder, in Huangjiazhuang, the status of the elders is higher than that of some senior guards. In the end, he is still a slave.
"Little Dragon, I am sorry!" Huang Peng looked at his son. His voice was a little low and he said: "It is useless. The qualification for opening this spirit pool has not only failed to win for you, but has taken Huang Wei away!"
Huang Xiaolong heard the words and smiled lightly: "Hey, mother, you can rest assured that the next annual meeting, I will not only recognize Huang Wei, even his cockroaches, but also won him even his grandfather can not recognize it!"
Since Grandpa Huang Qide is so eccentric, so value his grandson Huang Wei, then his grandson who has the "seventh-level" Wuhun will let his grandfather Huang Qide see clearly, his dog will be better and better, and will come more and more The stronger!
Not only the next annual meeting, but every annual meeting, he will win Huang Wei into a super invincible big headhunter!
Huang Peng and Su Yan listened to Huang Xiaolong's words and thought that it was the son who comforted them. He just wanted to let the two people not worry, and Huang Peng was even more embarrassed.
In Huang Peng and Su Yan, the two men want to come. The son only has a level 7 martial arts. As time goes by, the gap with Huang Wei will become bigger and bigger. After one year, Huang Wei should be able to break through the third order or even higher. However, if a son with a seven-level martial arts wants to break through from the second to the third, it usually takes about two years.
At the next annual meeting, can my son really win Huang Wei?
"Unless, the son can swallow three more elixir like Yangguo!" Huang Peng sighed in his heart, but how many of the elixir like the sun-fruits in the heavens and the earth were met by his son again? !
Huang Xiaolong saw his parents' feelings and knew that his parents could not beat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting.
"Hey, mother, later, I want to practice in the back hill!" Think about it, Huang Xiaolong said.
This is also convenient for practicing Yijinjing in the future, otherwise it will always run back and forth, some trouble, and now, Huang Xiaolong does not want to expose his cultivation of Shura.
"No!" Su Yan listened and almost shook his head against it.
Huang Peng also said: "Xiaolong, I know that you have to go to Houshan to practice and want to cultivate with peace of mind, but now you only have second-order strength, it is too dangerous!"
Parents objected, Huang Xiaolong had long expected that after all, he is now only a seven-year-old child, which parents will not be assured that their seven-year-old child left the home to practice.
"Hey, mother, I am just outside the back mountain, as long as you don't enter the depths of the back of the mountain, there will be no danger!" Huang Xiaolong said: "You can rest assured."
However, regardless of how Huang Xiaolong persuaded, Huang Peng and Su Yan did not agree.
"The next annual meeting, if I can defeat Huang Wei?" Huang Xiaolong was helpless, and finally said a tone.
"Defeat Huang Wei?!" Huang Peng and Su Yan looked at their son.
"If it is the next annual meeting, you can really defeat Huang Wei, then I will allow you to go to Houshan to practice!" After a while, Huang Peng said: "However, you have to wait for the next annual meeting, you defeat Huang Wei."
"That's okay!" Huang Xiaolong said, in this case, can only wait another year, this is no way.
At this time, the North Hall, Huang Wei listened to his father Huang Ming said in the main hall when the grandfather Huang Qide's decision, could not help but smile: "Still grandfather wise, know that Lingchi is even a waste to the kid cultivation!"
Back from the main hall, Huang Ming’s mood is also very good. He said with a smile:
Since your grandfather will give you the opportunity to practice this spiritual pool, then you should not let your grandfather and me disappoint, then your talent is very high, But still have to work hard to cultivate!"
Huang Wei smiled and said: "Hey, don't worry, enter Lingchi cultivation, don't use a year, I will definitely break through to the third order!" When it comes to this, the eyes are full of hatred: "At the next annual meeting, I want to let that small The dog is in front of me, I want to kill his hands and feet!"
After Huang Xiaolong returned to the small courtyard from the East Hall, he did not continue to practice Shura, but took the drawing from Shura.
Now, he has broken through the fourth order and can already practice fighting skills.
On the drawing, there is a set of fighting techniques, one set is the Shura sword method that cooperates with the sword of Shura, and the other is the Shura ghost claw.
There are a total of 18 strokes in the Shura Swordsmanship. Each stroke is divided into three styles, but the Shura Ghost Claws are less, only five claws.
After reading Shura's swordsmanship and Shura's ghost claws, Huang Xiaolong's eyes fell on the first small map of Shura's swordsmanship. He decided to practice Shura's swordsmanship first.
From the room, came to the small courtyard, Huang Xiaolong summoned the blade of Shura, recalling the attacking posture and the method of running the first small figure of Shura’s swordsmanship. The blade of Shura’s blade swayed out and saw only a dozen blades. The light appeared out of thin air, slowly rotating, forming two groups of wind groups, constantly rotating and rolling in the small courtyard.
The first trick of Shura's swordsmanship: the wind of hell.