Chapter 435

Staring at the two old men deeply, Yang Xiaoyi seemed to think of something.

The two men ignored him, just turned around Yang Feng and took him to the room where the leader was located.

It's really a big bed room. At a glance, it's boundless. Just in the room, it includes swimming pool, practice room, library and bath room.

A group of slaves and maidservants were all like trained ones. They were in the standard kneeling position, row by row, waiting for his orders. In particular, the towering clouds are abrupt, full, white and full of three-dimensional sense, which makes it unobstructed under the earth's heart.

Suddenly, Yang Feng felt like an emperor.

It's too corrupt, but I like it, hehe.

Yang Feng grinned and whispered in his heart.

The comrades of the demon sect are really warm and considerate. They are much better than those famous and decent. Even if the Nanzhao Emperor didn't treat him so politely, it's better to be evil.

Yang Feng has feelings, but he is the only one who can enjoy such courtesy.

As for Yang Xiaoyi, he was arranged in the guest room next to the master bedroom. Although the standard Baiping single room is not small, the gap is not generally large compared with the goods next to him.

However, Yang Xiaoyi didn't care. He shook his head and laughed, so he was safe.

Then, in the next few days, Yang Xiaoyi still went out to practice Kung Fu every day and became a diligent and good child. Yang Feng started rigorous etiquette training under the supervision of the two Dharma protectors of the poison king and the corpse king.

"Keep your chest up and your head up. Don't hunchback with your chest!"

His face was more solemn than ever. The poison King stared at Yang Feng and shouted, "as the leader of one religion, he represents the majesty of one religion. Every word and deed must have the style of an emperor. You can't hurry or slow down. Lift one step and take half a step, and your majesty will show itself."

"HMM... old poison, I'm not your true leader. Is it necessary to be so strict?"

There was a water cup on his head, which was filled with water. Yang Feng moved casually, and the water in it spilled out unconsciously, drenched one end, and couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Without paying attention to his wet hair, the poison king was still solemn: "young master, don't you want to learn the method of releasing the black soul seal?"

"I want to learn, but what does it have to do with it?"

"Of course it does. This is the preparation before the operation. It can't be bad at all. Otherwise, if the seal fails, the black soul seal will attack immediately and burn the other party."

"Ah? No, it's so serious? I don't study much. Don't lie to me? Do you all practice this posture for the holy fire practitioners? Why haven't I seen others practice it?"

"You don't need to practice this to practice common skills, but you're practicing the top secret skills that only I can teach the leader. Of course, it's difficult."

With a sharp drink, the poison King opened his eyes and lied. His face was not red and his heart did not jump. He continued to coax him and said, "if childe Yang doesn't want to save his friends, he doesn't have to learn. And he can move out of here and go back to his original residence immediately."

Ah? Move out?

Upon hearing this, Yang Feng could not help but swallow his saliva difficultly, and then looked at the rows of smooth, tender and juicy little sisters with great reluctance. He immediately looked solemn and said firmly: "For the sake of justice, for the common people in the world, and for the countless innocent people persecuted by the black soul seal, what can I count even if I am hard and tired? Practice, I will practice hard and strive to stay here for a few more days!"

"Ah? How many more days?"

"Er, no, I mean to leave the customs as soon as possible and save the people!" Yang Feng said solemnly.

The poison King shook his head with a smile, turned his head and glanced at the young and beautiful girls, lamenting in his heart.

If he had known that this beauty trick would work, he should have used it long ago. Why bother so much in front, alas.

Then the poison King continued to urge and train him.

At this time, Yang Feng has a soft mouth and short hands. In order to stay in the luxury palace for a few more days and enjoy the imperial life surrounded by countless beauties, he doesn't care about the old poison. According to what he said, he practices his standing, sitting and lying posture step by step.

Slowly, his temperament began to change. His words and deeds gradually took on a strong dignity and dignity from the original loser spirit.

The corpse king looked aside, looked at the poison king, nodded and smiled happily.

The boy finally changed and gave birth to the king's demeanor.

The five poisons boy is like a big housekeeper. He has already prepared all kinds of cakes with a group of slaves and maidservants to serve the new leader at any time.

But just then, a big drink sounded, and Yang Xiaoyi hurried in: "third brother, do you think my magic Sabre technique has changed? Why do I feel wrong? I feel like I'm going crazy!"

"Ah? What you practice is a magic knife. Isn't it normal to be possessed by magic. It doesn't matter. Keep practicing. When you are possessed by magic, you will succeed."

Yang Feng said carelessly with a water cup on his head.

Everyone around turned their eyes when they heard this. Even Yang Xiaoyi couldn't cry or laugh: "third brother, the magic knife is different from being possessed by fire. The reason why the magic knife is a magic knife is that it is powerful and very cruel. It is absolutely heartless and righteous when it is split with one knife. It is not shameful for the right way because it is too strong to control. But being possessed by fire is completely wrong. It's two different things."

"Really? I thought being possessed by fire was the success of the devil's way. Sorry, I don't know much about this. Who made me never be possessed by fire, ha ha!"

Yang Feng grinned and immediately turned Yang Xiaoyi's eyes.

Are you deser or deser?

After thinking about it, the poison king said lightly: "Yang Erxia, I and old ghost corpse are both magic spirits and don't know much about the cultivation of your soldiers. But don't worry, we have a lot of talents in our teaching. This is no problem. Wu'er, go and call that bastard and ask him to guide Yang Erxia's knife skills."

"Ah? There are so many talented people in your teaching. It's really admirable that someone should call such a name that startles the world and cries ghosts and gods!"

Yang Feng was stunned and smiled.

The poison King waved his hand in disapproval and explained: "don't misunderstand young master Yang. The nickname of this bastard is a nickname we give him on weekdays. Only because he is strange, unsociable and silent, people make fun of him behind his back."

"What, strange temper? You two seem to have abnormal tempers. Is that man more strange than you?"

"Yes, although we have a strange temper, we get along well, but that man is a stubborn man. He has a donkey temper. Sometimes he makes mistakes. He is not afraid of heaven and earth. He is still. We can't help it!"

"Oh, you can't even control him? Then why do you keep him? Fire him!"

"Fired?"

The poison king didn't understand. Yang Feng immediately explained, "just kick him out of the school and let him go where he's cool outside. If an employee doesn't even listen to the boss's orders, why do you want him to be fired directly."

"Oh, I see, but I'm really reluctant to expel him from our religion!"

"Don't give up?"

"Yes, his strength is so strong that he is not inferior to me at all. It's just his character and he doesn't fit in with the crowd, so he didn't take the position of Dharma king. But his Sabre technique is definitely the first in Wulin and is known as the one armed Sabre devil. When he was powerful in Wulin, he even kept pace with the leader of our holy fire sect Ouyang in the South and the north. In that year, that is That is, our four Dharma kings, including the left and right envoys, are not in his eyes. "

"Ah? Such a cow? Knife demon?"

When Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, he was surprised. Yang Xiaoyi brightened his eyes. He suddenly moved in his heart, and a stream of hot blood churned inexplicably.

Is it possible that he will have to meet a famous teacher today