Chapter 437

Seeing his second brother's serious expression, Yang Feng thought about it and nodded solemnly: "well, since you're going to worship a teacher, I'll go with you. I'd also like to see if this is the best knife in the world. Is it really a person like his name and worth more for money?"

"OK, let's go!"

With a nod, Yang Xiaoyi shouted.

Yang Feng slowly took down the water cup on his head and left with Yang Xiaoyi in a dignified way. The corners of his mouth grinned.

Finally, I can skip class without practice. It's great.

The poison king didn't know what he was thinking, so they quickly followed him.

Half an hour later, in a quiet little bamboo forest, there was a simple wooden house. An old man with a bent body and only one arm swept the yard indifferently. The turbidity in my eyes seems to have been desperate for everything in this world.

"Old bastard!"

Suddenly, a loud drink sounded. The poison King took Yang Feng and they came here angrily and shouted, "you're brave. I asked you to do something. You didn't give face and beat my apprentice. Did you pay attention to me? You forget who tried hard to save you in 77, 49 days?"

Without speaking, Wang batian threw the broom away without looking at the poison king and turned back silently.

His face trembled, and the poison King's beard turned disorderly.

This old bastard really doesn't give face at all, especially in front of the new leader.

Yang Feng also looked at the old man with a strange face and nodded secretly. The poison king said it well. The old guy is really an axis.

The poison king can communicate even if they have a strange temper, but they ignore people directly, and their eyes seem to have no nostalgia for the world and no vitality at all.

Even the zombies made by the corpse king are much more lively than the old guy. Is he still alive?

"Master!"

Staring at his back, Yang Xiaoyi pondered a little. He immediately stepped forward and bowed down and said, "younger generation, Yang Xiaoyi, pay a visit to elder Wang. Earlier, because of the younger generation's business, elder poison king sent five poison boys to disturb the quiet of the elder. I'm really sorry. Look at the sea..."

Touch!

However, before he finished, there was a soft sound. The old man had already entered his cabin and closed the door tightly.

I'll go. Isn't that rude?

The corners of his mouth kept twitching twice, and Yang Feng's eyes were filled with anger.

The poison King smiled with indifference, waved his hand and said, "don't mind, young master Yang Erxia. He's just such a virtue. He's been with his own people for more than 100 years. He doesn't know how to be good, or he's a bastard."

"Yes, it's a son of a bitch!"

Deeply convinced, he nodded. Yang Feng's eyes flashed, but he suddenly said with a smile: "unfortunately, he met me today. I'm an asshole, ha ha ha!"

With a laugh, Yang Feng took a fierce step forward and waved his hand gently at the cabin.

Hoo!

The strong vigorous wind flashed across in an instant. Even if it blew the thin wooden house into the sky, it only left Wang batian lying quietly in bed and gently closing his eyes.

If ordinary people suddenly demolish their house, they will be furious.

But Wang batian seemed as if nothing had happened. His face was calm, like a child sleeping soundly.

Seeing this, Yang Feng's face sank. Can you bear it?

"Third brother, don't be rude to your predecessors!"

When Yang Xiaoyi was in a hurry, he hurriedly advised him.

However, Yang Feng is a man who wants face. He can't stand being ignored when he comes here.

"Second brother, leave this matter alone. I'll settle it for you. I don't believe he doesn't speak. Hum!"

A thick breath came out of his nostrils. Under the burning eyes of the people, Yang Feng came to the king's bed. Seeing that he was still sleeping peacefully, he couldn't help laughing: "pretend to sleep? I let you sleep, Jie!"

With a sly smile, Yang Feng turned directly and put his butt on the old guy with a slight force.

Poof!

A muffled sound came out, and suddenly, a fermented taste of grain and miscellaneous grains rushed into Wang batian's nostrils, which made the calm and comfortable old man's face distort for the first time.

Yang Xiaoyi and his colleagues also covered their noses with disgust. Although they were far away from Yang Feng, they still felt uncomfortable when they saw this scene.

I always feel that this fart is sprayed on my face.

The poison king and the corpse king looked at each other and shook their heads together.

Alas, sect leader Yang is really naughty. He's fooling around like a child. There's nothing about the grace of the sect leader. It seems that he needs to be trained well.

However, having said that, I have to say that his move is very effective.

Even now, Wang batian is not better than before, but at least he has been brilliant. He was also a famous big man in those years. He can ignore being scolded behind his back on weekdays.

But now I can't help being smoked by a suckling boy with farts to his face.

Which expert can endure being ridiculed by the younger generation?

Suddenly, Wang batian was angry and shouted, "have you had enough trouble, get out!"

Touch!

As soon as the voice fell, Wang batian immediately slapped Yang Feng on his fat ass and wanted to shoot him out. But under a loud noise, Yang Feng's big ass trembled slightly, so he was as stable as Mount Tai and did not move safely.

Seeing this, Wang batian couldn't help being silly.

How could it be... Has my strength degenerated to a point where I can't even clap a little doll?

Stunned, Wang batian opened his mouth slightly.

But at this time, Yang Feng smiled and said, "old man, finally there's a response, ha, hey, hey!"

Poof!

With a dull sound, Yang Feng couldn't help another fart and immediately sprayed it into Wang batian's mouth.

Wu ran, the king suddenly felt that the five flavors were mixed, and his mouth seemed to be stuffed with a mass of excrement. The sour taste immediately made him toss in his stomach, vomit and spit out.

Looking at this scene, the poison king and the corpse King shook their heads and lamented.

It's really the devil who can't fight the kid. When the old bastard meets a little bastard, he can only eat a flat share, ha ha.

Yang Xiaoyi also shook his head reluctantly, hurried forward, bowed down and apologized: "senior, I'm sorry, my three younger brothers don't mean any harm, just a little skin. Forgive me."

Oh!

Still vomiting, Wang batian ignored him.

When he had almost vomited, he could be regarded as having vomited all the food he had eaten in the past three days. The Wang Ba genius raised his head with a white face, glared at them, closed his eyes and continued to fall into bed.

"Er... Elder..."

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoyi smiled awkwardly, full of helplessness.

Yang Feng glanced obliquely at the old thing, glanced contemptuously and snorted, "second brother, don't worry, I still have the ultimate weapon."

"The ultimate weapon?"

"Yes, just... I'm going to take off my shoes! My sweaty feet I haven't washed in a year will come in handy at last, hehe."

Yang Feng smiled.

Shua!

But suddenly, before waiting for his action, Wang batian suddenly straightened up, his eyes opened fiercely, and his eyes were full of blood, as if they were about to burst out.

It seems that I'm really afraid that Yang Feng, a shameless little bastard, will use that more powerful biochemical weapon