Chapter 439

His face was cloudy and sunny. Looking at Yang Feng's satisfied smile, Wang batian immediately waved his hand and said angrily, "it doesn't count. I was in a hurry just now. I couldn't take it. I didn't promise. Anyway, I just don't accept apprentices. Please be smart. Hum!"

With that, Wang batian turned over directly, lay down in bed, turned his back to them, and stubbornly lost his temper.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoyi was embarrassed.

Yang Feng's eyes narrowed, but he drank coldly: "no one has ever dared to speak in front of Lao Tzu!"

"Now there is, all right?"

Wang batian didn't look back and scolded.

Yang Feng tooted his mouth angrily. Without saying a word, he rushed up, clasped Wang batian's head with one arm, dragged him out of bed in an instant.

"What are you doing?"

Wang batian was surprised and screamed.

"Go back with me and be my second brother's master. You have to teach anyway. You have to teach if you don't teach. I'll recognize you. I'm not rare to recruit others as tutors, hum."

"Let go of me, or I'll be rude."

Wang batian roared and his eyes were red, but he couldn't get rid of Yang Feng's powerful arm no matter how he struggled.

With a sneer, Yang Feng disdained to curl his mouth: "if you can, you're not polite. Show me one? What else can you do for a disabled person with one arm? Have the guts to hit me, son of a bitch!"

"You..."

As soon as he bit his teeth, Wang batian was so excited by Yang Feng that his eyes were murderous. The light in his hand flashed, and a dark long knife suddenly flashed out.

The fierce momentum burst out suddenly. When all the people except Yang Feng were about to be present, they were shocked together and couldn't move for a moment.

Even the two old guys, the poison king and the corpse king, are no exception.

Although Yang Feng was not deterred by his momentum, he still felt a strange feeling, as if a thin needle was stabbing his skin, and it was a little painful.

It's just momentum. It's so powerful. The old boy is really capable. I didn't see the wrong person, hehe.

Yang Feng was not surprised but happy, and his eyes glowed.

"A knife can't stand the sky..."

Stunned, the poison King murmured after a brief stupor, and then shouted in panic: "son of a bitch, how dare you be rude to young master Yang? Don't forget your identity and his identity?"

Squeak!

Wang batian, who was in a rage, calmed down instantly.

Yes, he was just a lost dog living in the holy fire sect. If the holy fire sect had not taken him in, he would have been dead in the wilderness.

How can we repay the enemy with kindness and hurt the next leader of the holy fire church?

Suddenly, the palm of Wang batian's hand tightly grasping the handle of the knife loosened slightly, and the unparalleled terrible momentum dissipated immediately.

Seeing this scene, the poison king and the two couldn't help breathing and wiping the cold sweat on their heads.

Although they know Yang Feng's strength is terrible, the old boy is also a monster.

In those days, the reputation of one Sabre was unparalleled. The second Sabre was never used to kill people, which shocked the Jianghu. Originally, they always thought that the old boy had only one arm left, and his strength had greatly retreated.

But just now, in a hurry, when the world's first knife picked up the blade again, the terrible momentum was quite powerful.

They were really afraid that the bastard would really use his unique skill and hurt Yang Feng, the successor of the cult leader. That would be bad.

The Holy Church has been torn apart for so many years. It is rare to have a candidate for the head of the church, which is hopeful to bring the whole holy church together again.

If they hang up so easily, they are simply saintly sinners. It's so dangerous, so dangerous

When Yang Feng saw that he suddenly stopped moving, he also stopped his hand, gave him a deep look and said, "Hey, old bastard, why did you stop? I saw you were going to make a big move just now? Why did you stop and show me?"

"Young master Yang, don't force me, i... I 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 clanged and fell to the ground.

When Yang Xiaoyi saw this, he felt a pain in his heart.

He could deeply feel that the elder was so sad and painful about the tragedy that he didn't want to deal with Jianghu affairs anymore and became decadent, so he advised: "third brother, let's forget it and don't disturb the quiet of the elder."

"How can I forget it? There's no reason why I can't get the person I like, hum!"

Yang Feng let go and let Wang batian go. He solemnly said, "old bastard, Jianghu rules, if you want me to let go, you have to leave a unique skill to let me go?"

Without speaking, Wang batian sat on the ground silently.

"Didn't you cut just now? Come on, cut me!"

Staring at him tightly, Yang Feng shouted, "if you can cut me down, I won't pester you anymore. Otherwise, I'll sleep in a bed with you every day, burp, fart and don't wash my feet. You can do it!"

"Young master, think twice!"

Hearing this, the poison King hurriedly dissuaded: "young master Yang's strength is unfathomable, but I have just seen the old boy's sword intention. It seems that after a hundred years of cultivation, he has recovered as before. His amazing skill of sword was among the top five in the world's combat power list. What can I do if he hurt your body?"

"Yes, although he just slapped you, you don't care. It's nothing. But you know, he's a swordsman. There's a big difference between having a knife and not having a knife. In those days, he was a third-class master of the emperor of war and never gave the horror of the second knife. We still remember it now. I hope you think twice."

The corpse king also hurriedly stood up to dissuade, but was interrupted by Yang Feng's fierce wave of hand.

There was an evil smile across the corner of his mouth, and Yang Feng's eyes were burning: "the more you say that, the more I want to see how great this Sabre is. Come on!"

"I don't know. I'll kill you!"

Murmuring, Wang batian was expressionless, but his tone was indescribable, as if what he said was the truth.

Yang Feng smiled in disapproval and said disdainfully, "old bastard, you boast, you also score in front of someone. Save it in front of me. You'd better take out some real materials."

"Well, since you say so, there's no way, Hoo!"

With a long breath of turbidity, Wang batian picked up the black knife under his feet and stood up: "but you have to promise that I only gave the knife with your permission. You can't settle accounts after autumn."

"I promise!"

The corners of his mouth grinned confidently.

Wang batian ignored him and looked at the poison king and said, "you come to testify. I got his permission."

"You..."

The poison king could not speak, but waved his sleeves angrily.

They knew that if the old boy used his knife against the leader at will, he would be a traitor and everyone would be killed. But this behavior, if the leader allows it, is another matter.

It's just a unique skill of this sabre. It doesn't matter. Don't really hurt the sect leader.

So the poison King couldn't stop the duel, so he had to make a final remark: "I hope your men are measured, otherwise..."

"It's hard. A knife will kill every day. It's hard to be measured, ha ha!"

"You..."

Hoo!

Wang batian smiled with a teasing smile on his face. Poison Wang's eyes stared. Just about to scold and warn, he saw that Wang batian's eyes were frozen, and a terrible momentum had been issued suddenly.

For a moment, what the poison king was going to say was completely pressed down his throat and could not speak.

Time seems to be static, the whole space is solidified, and there is no breath to circulate