Alien God System

Looking at Yang Feng's gradually disappearing figure, both the Poison King and the Corpse King were dumbfounded.

Looking at each other, the Poison King murmured: I’m not mistaken, I’m not mistaken, but now he can’t cut a single person with more than a thousand swords. Has his strength degraded so much? The sword technique has become weaker. Up? "

Do not! "

As soon as this statement was made, Yang Xiaoyi shook his head solemnly, and muttered: In my opinion, Senior Wang’s sword is indeed the best sword in the world, but it is a pity that he met his third brother. He really is... alas! "

Too abnormal! "

Qi Qi shook his head, everyone said in unison.

Ignoring the three sorrowful three faces behind, Yang Feng carried the old **** back to his master’s bedroom, and threw him directly into the guest room where Yang Xiaoyi lived next to him, and then went to talk to those beautiful young ladies with a cheerful expression. They went to play, happy like children.

Of course, he has passed the age of innocence a long time ago, and he won't really play with those little sisters. It is naturally an adult game, hehe.

But soon after the Poison King and the others came back, his dreams fell to nothing, and he continued to practice etiquette with a bitter expression.

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

Na Wang Batian lay on the soft bed, opened his eyes dazedly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched in pain, feeling like his neck was about to break, rubbed and cursed: hiss...that Dead monster, the start is really not serious, I almost thought that his head moved. "

Senior, are you awake? "

At this time, a concerned question came from behind him: How are you feeling now? This is a bottle of Huayu Powder left by Senior Poison King. If you feel sore, you can try it externally. "

It's you! "

Turning his head and glanced behind him, he saw Yang Xiaoyi kneeling on the ground respectfully and looking at him very sincerely. The King Batian rolled his eyes immediately, then turned his head and shouted: I will not accept disciples, so don't waste your time. . "

I know that the predecessors have suffered from the apprentice's loss before, and I can understand this. "

Shaking his head with a smile, Yang Xiaoyi said indifferently: I don't force seniors to accept this stranger as a disciple. I only hope seniors will let go of their knots and stop being immersed in the pain of the past. The senior has a peerless sword skill, which makes the juniors shocked. It would be a pity if they were so ruined. "

You don’t need to worry about it, what else do you learn from me? Your brother's monster is much better than me. You can learn from him. To be honest, if you can learn his smashing skills, you will be able to run wild, and the old man will have to stand aside. You are blind, there is a gold mine by your side, why are you staring at me? "

Seniors don't need to belittle themselves, in fact, in the eyes of juniors, seniors are the real gold mine. "

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiaoyi couldn't help but smile and said: My third brother is indeed very strong, but his strength is just like me, and it seems to be obtained through special conditions. You can only be strong by yourself and cannot teach others. But the predecessors are different, your sword technique can be passed down to the present. Therefore, the two of us can at best become heroes for a while. Only a senior man like you can become a great master of the future generations. "

Well, you sound like a little. "

He nodded faintly, Wang Batian's face eased slightly, but he still said eagerly: But even so, the old man will never accept you, give it up. "

Nodding with a wry smile, Yang Xiaoyi was silent, but he heard a sudden noise. From the next room, it was Yang Feng and the others.

Have all the brothers of the Holy Flame come? I sit in the bank and bet whether my second brother can succeed in apprenticeship. If successful, one loses 20; if not successful, one loses one! "

Wow, Young Master, are you so unsure of your second brother? Surely he can't worship the teacher? "

It's not that I don't have confidence in him, I don't have confidence in that bastard. "

With a big laugh, Yang Feng's teasing and contempt came from next door: The so-called ten years of being bitten by a snake and fearing the ropes, since he was betrayed by his apprentice a hundred years ago, he has become a tortoise with a shrunken head. I dare to make a guarantee, this old **** has no courage to accept disciples in this life, do you believe it or not? "

letter! "

Everyone said in unison.

What do you bet? "

You failed to charge your second brother to apprentice? "

Wow, you all failed to bet my second brother to become a teacher, so I still bet? No one bet that one pays 20? Once the odds are won, it is a huge profit. "

It's impossible to win. He was scared by his apprentice a long time ago. The tortoise that has shrunk for more than a hundred years, his neck is petrified, can he still stretch out? Surely they dare not accept disciples, hahaha! "

There were bursts of laughter from the next door, and the whole face of Wang Batian turned blue and purple with anger, and finally sat up suddenly and shouted: Who said I dare not accept disciples, I will accept them today. Take a look! "

Senior, what do you mean..."

With joy on the face, Yang Xiaoyi clenched his fists excitedly.

Wang Batian glared at him fiercely and shouted: What kind of senior is called Master. Immediately kowtow, kowtow loudly, scream loudly, to the **** next door, I am not afraid of accepting disciples. "

Yes, Master! "

With a loud shout, Yang Xiaoyi immediately kowtowed his head to apprentice the teacher, and the sound shook the room next to him constantly trembling.

The corner of Yang Feng's mouth curled up, and he glanced at the opposite Poison King, drinking tea, playing chess, and then waving his hand to dismiss the brothers who came to help.

This old guy is unexcited. It seems that face is more important than the pain in his heart, ha ha! "

I am afraid it is more than that. "

With a faint smile, Poison King’s eyes sparkled: He must have wanted to accept an apprentice a long time ago, but because of face, it’s not easy to speak. Today we just gave him a step down. Otherwise, with that old bastard's stubborn temper. If he really doesn't want to accept disciples, it's useless to stimulate him no matter what. "

Oh? How did you know? "

If his heart is ashamed, how can he use his left hand to take his left hand to the top? His ambitions have not yet died, and a unique skill naturally needs to be passed on. I am afraid that any cultivator in this world does not want his stunts to be submerged in the world after his death. He just didn't want to repeat the same mistakes and accept another apprentice who was unhappy. "

Then how did he know that my second brother is not a wolf-hearted apprentice? "

Isn't that nonsense? With a brother as strong as Young Master Yang as a backer, Yang Erxia can still treat others humbly, without any arrogance, can his character be worse? "

Rolling his eyes, the Poison King couldn't help but sneered.

After thinking about it for a while, Yang Feng smiled in agreement: Yeah, my second brother's temper is really good, not so self-willed and arrogant like me, ha ha ha. "