Chapter 443

The next morning, early in the morning, when it was just dawn, Yang Xiaoyi got up with an excited face and practiced his battle skills just selected last night in the yard outside the door.

It's really powerful, and the wind and thunder are shaking.

When Wang batian heard the news, he narrowed his eyes and got up. He looked at the sweating figure outside through the window, nodded his head slightly and looked pleased.

Well, how diligent.

Thinking so, Wang batian closed his eyes and slept again.

After waiting for an hour, Wang batian got up again. Seeing that Yang Xiaoyi was still practicing hard, he went out with a smile on his face.

When Yang Xiaoyi saw that the master came out, he immediately stopped his body, bowed respectfully and said, "good morning, master!"

"You're early, too. Practice so early?"

"I know I have a weak foundation. I used to have a small family and a small career. My father died early. I also thought about and practiced my family war skills. I have never had a famous teacher to guide me. Now it is rare for you to teach me carefully. This is a heaven given opportunity. I naturally want to seize the opportunity to make up for the shortcomings I left behind."

"Well, I know how to seize opportunities. I'm still so diligent and have a future!"

He nodded happily. Wang batian was relieved and smiled lightly. He thought the apprentice had a good harvest.

It was a sudden hearing. At this time, a noise sounded. It was the painstaking persuasion of the poison king and the corpse king.

"Young master Yang, it's already time. It's time to get up and practice."

"Just now? Let me sleep until noon!"

"No, the sun is drying your ass. you have to take another nap after noon. There's no time to practice. Get up quickly!"

"Oh, that night!"

"You have to swim, sauna and massage in the evening. You don't have much time to practice, my little ancestor!" the old man poison King almost half begged to pull Yang Feng out, and he was so anxious that he was almost crying.

Yang Feng was pulled out vaguely, looked at the bright sun above his head, looked irritable, and then moved his body at will.

"Three laps on the left, three laps on the right, twist your neck, twist your ass, go to bed early and get up early. Let's do sports... Well, I'm done. I'll go back to sleep first!"

"Can't sleep, young master Yang, you just moved twice. It's time for us to continue etiquette practice. Alas!" the poison king was so worried that his long green hair was almost white and wanted to cry without tears.

The corpse King helped persuade, but there was still no way.

Yang Feng's two biggest characteristics are laziness and willfulness. The two Dharma kings are crying under their close guidance.

Wang batian took a deep look at the situation there, and then looked at his apprentice. He really shook his head in disbelief.

The same surname is Yang, or a brother. Why is there such a big gap in life?

In the afternoon, Yang Feng finally woke up and could start etiquette practice, but it was full of problems.

"Mimi, Mimi... Cough, cough!"

Yang Feng first opened his voice and then shouted to the maids kneeling beside him, "come on, give me a cup of bird's nest and moisten my throat."

"Run a fart throat, you have only said less than two words!"

Pop!

A bamboo pole hit him on the ass, and the poison King couldn't help but say, "I've said many times that you should use Dantian Qi to talk to people. Don't use your voice. In this way, you can make an imperial voice and have an imperial demeanor."

"Ah? Dantian? Where is Dantian?"

"Here, fool! You can't even find the elixir field. How did you cultivate your strength now?"

The poison King knocked his belly hard and covered his head with worry.

Wang batian was drinking tea while watching their movements, crying and laughing. Then he looked at his extremely diligent apprentice and suddenly felt a sense of superiority.

The time passed minute by minute. At sunset, the poison king and Yang Feng were tired from their guidance, so they asked Yang Feng to practice by himself. They had no choice but to sit at the same table with Wang batian and drink tea.

This afternoon, they scolded Yang Feng, which made their voices smoke, but it had no effect.

After Wang batian glanced at them, he suddenly said, "two old guys, did you pass on the wrong edict?"

"What? What edict did we send wrong?"

"Is the successor of the next leader really designated by the holy ancestor after the revelation? Is that the boy?"

His face was full of doubts. Wang batian took a deep look at the impatient Yang Feng, and then looked at Yang Xiaoyi, who was seriously practicing martial arts. He immediately said, "what do you think, the second son of the Yang family is more suitable to be the leader of our holy religion than the third. You see, the second son is diligent, modest, sincere, cautious and polite. He is simply the template of a generation of Mingjun."

"But when you look at the third, he is lazy, arrogant, willful and rude. He is so lecherous that he is basically a despotic monarch. How can the holy ancestor designate him to inherit the unification? Does the holy ancestor mean to let the second inherit? You are mistaken?"

"No, the leader's etiquette norms and cultivation were brought to us by young master Yang. The holy ancestor must have appointed young master Yang, not Yang Erxia. It's about the next leader's event. How can we make a mistake?"

Shaking his head, the poison king looked at each other and said firmly, "maybe the holy ancestor saw that childe Yang's strength is unfathomable and has great achievements?"

"If you have strong strength and can be the leader of the sect, then soul regeneration would have become the leader of the sect, and it will not be Ouyang's turn. After all, the leader is a model of a sect, and virtue is much more important than strength. Otherwise, how can you convince the public?"

"This..."

Hearing what he said, the poison king and the two men were also suspicious. Then they stared at Yang Feng who was teasing a group of little girls not far away, thought a little and said: "maybe this young master has some unknown advantages that we didn't find, but the holy ancestor found them? That's why they appointed him as the leader?"

"Advantages? In addition to being strong enough and bullying the weak, what advantages does he have? Hum!"

With disdain, Wang batian snorted.

The poison King frowned deeply and stared at Yang Feng, but after watching for a long time, they all shook their heads helplessly: "Alas, you're right. You really can't find a little advantage!"

"Old poison!"

At this time, Yang Feng shouted, walked over carelessly and shouted, "I want to ask for leave, I want to go to the toilet!"

"Ah? Go to the toilet again? Didn't you just go there a quarter of an hour ago? Why? Your kidney is bad?"

"I drank too much bird's nest, OK?"

Yang Feng said righteously, the poison King's wrinkled face trembled slightly and waved impatiently: "go, go, it's really a lot of shit on lazy donkeys. You don't go to the toilet after playing with those little girls for a few hours. As a result, when it comes to practicing etiquette, you always run to the Mao toilet, alas."

The corners of his mouth grinned. Yang Feng turned and left, but before he took a few steps, he stopped, turned his head and looked at them and said, "by the way, what did you just say here? Did you say bad things about me?"

"No, no, how can we speak ill of you? You think too much!"

The poison king and the corpse King waved their hands and said with a smile.

Only Wang batian raised his eyebrows, crossed his legs, turned his head and ignored it.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Yang Feng glared at him fiercely. He already understood that the old guy said bad things about himself. It's not a trick. Hum.

Cough!

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Feng immediately coughed, took a mouthful of old phlegm, spit it out, just spit it on Wang batian's feet, and then walked away with a sad face.

His face couldn't stop pumping. Wang batian looked down at the thick phlegm on his feet. He couldn't help scolding angrily: "Hey, you see, is this a way to be the leader of the church? You must have mispronounced the will of the holy ancestor!"

Uh... Are we really wrong?

Blinked two confused eyes. The poison king and the corpse king looked at each other and couldn't help being suspicious