Chapter 38

Mentioning his son, Yang Qingtian's color darkened:

"It's all fate. I hope Xu'er grows up quickly. I'm afraid they'll find him soon..."

"Well, I gave birth to Xu'er for you, not to worry you."

Yang's mother smiled softly and took the initiative to lie in Yang Qingtian's arms:

"Xu'er has been sensible recently and has been favored by a mysterious strong man."

"I know, the boy's master is not simple. I sent dark guards to investigate, but I didn't find any clues..."

The couple kept warm for a while.

"Make me a bowl of noodles. I've wanted your egg noodles with Scallion for a long time."

Yang Qingtian smiled.

"I'll do it. You go and see Xu'er."

"Yes."

In the Yangxu courtyard.

"Xiaoxu, I'm going to attack."

Yang soft and beautiful smile, sweet and greasy voice.

Just the voice hasn't fallen, boom!

The white, pink and tender jade hand suddenly hit, which had the power of cutting mountains and stones.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he hit Yangxu:

"Flame fist!"

Boom!

In the courtyard, there is a huge pit five meters deep.

Yang Rourou seems to be slim and graceful.

But with a fist, they all have the power of penetrating like fierce animals, domineering and barbaric.

"God hides martial arts. It's terrible."

Yangxu sighed, and even couldn't help thinking of the "dry fire holy Yang body" of the fire clothes.

Facing the old sister's heavy pressure, the sun flickered and moved.

Almost 80% of the force was forced out.

It was the first time he had been so embarrassed.

however.

Yangxu also took this opportunity to integrate several martial arts skills.

The understanding of burning fruit is also deepened.

In particular, "Joyoung magic", the use of more and more handy.

When Yang Qingtian came to the gate of the hospital.

The battle is over.

Just listen to Yang's soft Laughter:

"If you want to learn flame divine fist, I can't teach you. My father is proficient in flame divine fist. Find him."

Outside the yard.

Yang Qingtian hesitated.

"Daddy, why are you here?"

Yang Rourou just came out and Yiyang's Secret script:

"My brother gave me a skill, which is very suitable. I'll go back to practice first!"

She disappeared like a gust of wind.

The rest of Yang Xu stood at the door and looked at Yang Qingtian.

"Cough."

Yang Qingtian cleared his throat.

Yangxu smiled:

"Father, come in."

"Well, good."

Yang Qingtian walked into Yang Xu's room with his hands on his back.

As soon as he entered the room, he raised his eyebrows slightly:

Yangxu's room, a change of the previous messy style, should be things, placed in order.

Yang Qingtian nodded happily:

"Very good, progress."

Yang Xuyi smiles:

"You taught me well."

No.

The father and son stared and fell into silence.

Look at the way Yang Qingtian wants to say and doesn't know how to speak.

Yangxu smiled inside:

Outside is the majestic head of the family.

At home, he is still just a father who doesn't know how to communicate with his son.

No way. Let me talk first.

"Father, I want to learn flame fist."

"OK! I've wanted to teach you for a long time!"

Yang Qingtian is happy.

"Flame divine fist is the strongest fist of our Yang family. It is said that it came from the ancient times..."

In the yard, the momentum of Yang Qingtian suddenly changed.

The terrible fire force rose from the void behind.

It feels like a big day across the void.

"Xu'er, watch it. The first style of flame divine fist, flame barrier!"

Boom!

One punch, void concussion.

The red fire force rotates rapidly and condenses into a flame barrier.

Yangxu threw stones the size of a human head, wow.

Directly crush and burn into fly ash!

"The second move of flame divine fist, flame spits out a message!"

Yang Qingtian only shook his fist at will and didn't hit it at all.

However!

Boom!

Ten meters away, a big gap in the washbasin suddenly burst out of the wall!

"Invisible fist!"

Yangxu's eyes brightened.

Yang Qingtian was very satisfied with his son's reaction and said with a smile:

"This second move is as tricky as a poisonous snake spitting out a message and as fast as a Lingyan tossing. It's just a surprise."

"The third way, the flame goes through the mountain!"

"The fourth type, the flame covers the top!"

"The fifth type, the flame is boundless!"

"The sixth style, the flames start a prairie fire!"

"The seventh style, burning the city!"

Seven in a row.

The whole courtyard is as hot as a hot summer.

All the vegetation drooped and almost dehydrated to death.

"If we combine the fiery spirit with Joyoung's magic, the power will be even stronger."

The fundus of Yangxu's eyes twinkled with excitement.

[Ding!]

[congratulations to players. You have understood the seven moves of the class a skill "flame divine fist". Do you want to learn it?]

"Learn!"

There is one more item in Yangxu skill bar:

Flame divine Fist: (a) flame divine fist, to just to Yang, unpredictable, rigid and extremely soft, boiling iron and melting gold!

Current level: lv0.

"How about Xu'er? How much do you remember?"

Yang Qingtian looked at his son with hope.

"Learn about 60 percent."

Yang Qingtian's eyes lit up:

"Sixty percent? Very good. I'll rehearse it for you later for my father."

He was gratified by his son's talent.

But Yang Qingtian didn't notice:

He asked how much he "remembered".

Yang Xu's answer is how much to "learn".

There is a system. Yangxu doesn't just remember.

He has fully understood the seven movements of the fire fist.

Power is no problem.

The rest only need to be comprehensive and flexible.

"Father, I begged for Yangrong before. Are you angry?"

At this time, the father and son have been close, and Yang Xu took the lead in opening the topic.

Sure enough, Yang Qingtian laughed carelessly:

"Silly boy, there's nothing to be angry about. You must have your reason for doing so. I guess you probably want to use Yangrong waste to train the people under your hand."

Yang Xu was stunned:

"How does father know?"

Yang Qingtian was very satisfied with his son's unexpected appearance, and his laughter became more and more hearty:

"As a young master, it's right to have means! I still have some good skills. Go and get them later."

He and Yang Xu want to go together. The best choice to win over people is to cultivate resources.

When the father and son talked freely, the only trace of disagreement disappeared.

When his father left, Yang Xu felt refreshed.

"Young Lord, what are you calling us for?"

Yangming walked into the yard and looked stunned:

Cultivation has soared again? Little Lord, people can't catch up with you!

Next to him, there is a teenager.

Dressed in blue, with long black hair and holding a paper fan, it gives people a natural and unrestrained feeling.

Should be a free and easy person.

Wow.

Yang Xu throws a secret script to Yang Ming first.

"Tianshuang fist? For me?"

Although it was newly transcribed, Yang Ming knew it was a rare advanced skill!

"You are the first to support me. As I said before, you won't regret it. Also, this thing can protect you."

Yangxu hands a treasure to Yangming.

Not only Yangming, but also the handsome young man next to him opened his eyes in amazement:

"Mirror of ice edge! Can I give this treasure to anyone?"

Yang Xuyi smiles:

"In my eyes, Yangming is much more precious than this dead thing."