Chapter 441

Looking at Yang Feng's disappearing figure, the poison king and the corpse King were all dumbfounded.

Glancing at each other, the poison King murmured, "I'm not wrong. In those days, a knife was incomparable, but now more than a thousand knives can't cut a person. Has his strength degraded so much, and his knife technique has become weaker?"

"No!"

As soon as he said this, Yang Xiaoyi shook his head solemnly and muttered, "in my opinion, Master Wang's knife is really the best knife in the world. It's a pity to meet his third brother. He is really... Alas!"

"What a pervert!"

Qi Qi shook his head, and everyone spoke in unison.

Ignoring the three people behind him, Yang Feng carried the old Wang Ba back to his sect leader's bedroom, threw him directly into the guest room where Yang Xiaoyi lived next to him, and then went to play with those beautiful young ladies and sisters with a happy face like a child.

Of course, he has already passed the age of innocence and won't really play with those young ladies and sisters. Naturally, it's an adult game, hehe.

But soon, when the poison king came back, his dream failed and he continued to train etiquette with a hard face.

The sun sets in the west, and the time passes minute by minute. In the blink of an eye, it is late at night, and the moon is in the sky.

Lying on the soft bed, Wang batian opened his eyes faintly. The corners of his mouth couldn't stop pumping painfully. He felt that his neck was about to break, rubbed it, and scolded: "hiss... That dead monster really didn't matter. I almost thought my head had moved."

"Elder, are you awake?"

At this time, a concerned voice came from behind him: "how are you feeling now? This is a bottle of Huayu powder left by the poison king. If you feel sore, you can apply it externally."

"It's you!"

He glanced behind him and saw Yang Xiaoyi kneeling respectfully on the ground and looking at him very sincerely. Wang batian rolled his eyes, turned his head and shouted, "I don't accept disciples. Don't waste your time."

"I know that the elder has suffered from the loss of his apprentice before and is afraid of it. I can understand that."

He shook his head with a smile. Yang Xiaoyi said faintly, "I don't ask the elder to accept me as a stranger. I just want the elder to put down his heart knot and stop immersing himself in the pain of the past. The elder has peerless sword skill, which makes the younger generation shocked. It's a pity if he is so abandoned."

"It's none of your business. Besides, what do you learn from me? Your brother's monster is much better than me. You can learn from him. To tell you the truth, if you can learn his kung fu, you can run wild in the Jianghu, and I have to stand aside. You're blind. There's a gold mine nearby. Why are you staring at my scrap iron?"

"You don't have to belittle yourself. In fact, in the eyes of younger generations, you are the real gold mine."

After taking a deep breath, Yang Xiaoyi couldn't help laughing: "My third brother is really strong, but his strength, just like me, seems to be obtained through special conditions. He can only be strong on his own, but he can't teach others. But his predecessors are different. Your Sabre skills can be passed on to the world. Therefore, we can be heroes for a time at most. Only senior experts like you can become a generation of masters respected by future generations, which can't be compared with each other."

"Well, you speak a little better."

He nodded faintly. Wang batian's face was a little gentle, but he still said: "but even so, I will never accept you. Give up."

He nodded with a bitter smile. Yang Xiaoyi was silent, but suddenly heard a noise. From the next room, it was Yang Feng's noise.

"Have all the brothers of the holy fire sect come? I'm in charge and bet my second brother can succeed in his apprenticeship. If he succeeds, one will lose 20; if he doesn't succeed, one will lose one!"

"Wow, young master Yang, are you so confident in your second brother? I'm sure he can't worship?"

"I don't have no confidence in him. I have no confidence in that old bastard."

With a laugh, Yang Feng's ridicule and contempt came from the next door: "the so-called once bitten by a snake and afraid of the well rope for ten years. Since he was betrayed by his apprentice a hundred years ago, he has become a shrinking turtle and dare not take an apprentice. I dare to guarantee that this old bastard has no courage to take an apprentice in his life. Do you believe it?"

"Letter!"

Everyone spoke in unison.

"What are you betting on?"

"Bet your second brother to fail?"

"Wow, you all bet that my second brother failed in his apprenticeship, so I still bet a fart? No one bet that one loses 20? Once this odds win, it will be a huge profit."

"It's impossible to win. He has long been frightened by his apprentice. He has shrunk for more than 100 years. His neck is petrified. Can he still stretch it out? He certainly doesn't dare to accept his apprentice, ha ha!"

There were bursts of laughter next door, which made Wang batian's whole face blue and purple. Finally, he sat up and shouted, "who said I didn't dare to accept disciples, I'll show you today!"

"Elder, do you mean..."

On his face, Yang Xiaoyi clenched his fist excitedly.

Wang batian glared at him and shouted, "what elder, call Shifu. Kowtow now, knock louder, shout louder, and listen to those bastards next door. I'm not afraid of accepting disciples."

"Yes, master!"

With a loud drink, Yang Xiaoyi immediately kowtowed to his teacher. The noise shook the next room constantly.

Yang Feng turned his mouth and looked at the poison King opposite them. He drank tea and played chess. Then he waved his hand and sent away the middle school brothers who came to help.

"This old guy is not excited. It seems that face is more important than the pain in his heart. Ha ha!"

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

With a slight smile, the poison King's eyes were shining: "he must have wanted to be an apprentice for a long time, but it's hard to speak because of his face. Today we just gave him a step. Otherwise, with the stubborn temper of the old bastard. If he really doesn't want to be an apprentice, it's useless to motivate him."

"Oh? How do you know?"

"If he's already frustrated, how can he use his left hand to practice his sword to the top again? His ambition is not extinguished, and his unique skills naturally need to be inherited. I'm afraid no practitioner in the world wants his unique skills to be drowned in the world after his death. He just doesn't want to repeat the mistakes and accept another wolf Just an apprentice of heart, dog and lung. "

"Then how does he know that my second brother is not a ruthless apprentice?"

"Isn't that nonsense? With a brother as strong as young master Yang as his backer, Yang Erxia can be humble and have no pride. Can he have a bad character?"

Turning his eyes, the poison King couldn't help laughing.

Yang Feng thought about it and smiled deeply: "yes, my second brother is really good tempered. He's not as capricious and arrogant as I am, hehe."