The Most Powerful Young Man

The world really seems to be calm again.

During this period of time, Xiao Yao’s daily task was to send Xiao Niannian to school, after school, and wait till the weekend to spend fun with her outside. Apart from these things, Xiao Yao didn’t need to do anything else.

For him, this life has always been his dream life.

In the past, his dream was that after everything settled down, he could have his wife and children hot on the bed, thinking about nothing and doing nothing, and he didn't need to worry about making money anyway.

In fact, this is also the reason why Xiao Yao is unwilling to ascend.

Just like Xu Kuangge before, he is also a cultivator, why didn't he want to ascend after waiting for so many years? Isn’t it because of the fan? In his opinion, if he is not accompanied by a fan, even if he truly becomes an immortal in the sky, what can he do if he is immortal and immortal? As long as the painting fan is by his side, even if he can't ascend, he can only be a mortal, bearing the birth, aging, sickness and death that he deserves. Maybe this is nothing bad, after all, birth, aging, sickness and death are originally an infinite cycle.

If you are truly immortal, and you are alone, living like that is not necessarily a good thing, but you are suffering from eternal loneliness.

After a few days of pleasant days, Xiao Yao started to get busy again. On the one hand, he wanted to improve his family’s cultivation base, even if his combat effectiveness was not very strong, but as long as his cultivation base was high, he might have a chance to rise. On the other hand, , But also to improve their own strength.

The appearance of those eyes above the sky before brought a lot of pressure on Xiao Yao.

He would never allow anyone to hurt Xiao Niannian.

Not even a fairy in the sky!

This is definitely not just talking. Xiao Yao is also putting his strength into practice, wanting to raise his cultivation base to the realm of the Nine Layers of Experts, but this is also a matter that takes time, and at the same time, he is also thinking of ways. Strengthen your fighting skills, include Nirvana and so on.

When fighting against Xuanyuan Jiuzhong earlier, Xiao Yao discovered that even if the opponent's cultivation base was comparable to his own, the opponent would still take a lot of advantage.

In the final analysis, it was actually because the opponent's martial arts were too powerful.

Even if it's just a move, it can keep changing. This has nothing to do with its own cultivation base. The cultivation base can indeed enhance the power of the martial arts, but it can't be "ingenious."

Originally, Ge Buping was handed over to the second grandfather to train with Thunder. Now, following Su Changliu, he has practiced very well. He has already started to learn swordsmanship. Xiao Yao was a little surprised to see how this kid was learning. He also has a swordsmanship. In the sword, even if it is Su Changliu, he is not necessarily Xiao Yao's opponent now.

Therefore, he could see that Ge Buping was very talented in kendo, and he was absolutely no less talented than himself. In the past, Su Changliu always said that Xiao Yao was a freak, and he had penetrated the sword breaking style so quickly, etc., in Xiao Yao's view, Ge Buping was even more freak than himself.

Xiao Yao took Xiao Niannian and stood aside, watching Ge Buping wielding a wooden sword in his hand. Above the wooden sword, there was a faint sword aura, like a dragon like a wind.

"Brother Unping is so amazing!" Xiao Niannian couldn't help saying.

"Dad is not good?" Xiao Yao was a little unhappy.

Xiao Niannian had no choice but to coax the child, coaxing Xiao Yao: "Dad is the best, and Brother Unping is not as good as Dad."

A smile appeared on Xiao Yao's face.

As for Xiao Niannian, his face was still full of helplessness, and his brows were still frowning. He was probably thinking whether Xiao Yao, a naive ghost, could be cured...

Just as Xiao Yao squinted and watched, Su Changliu didn't know when he would come, and squatted with Xiao Yao.

"Your son's talent is quite good." Su Changliu said seriously.

"Yeah." Xiao Yao nodded.

Su Changliu held back for a long time, and said, "Are you not going to say something?"

Xiao Yao looked at Su Changliu, with doubts written in his eyes.

"What do you want me to say?" Xiao Yao asked.

Su Changliu stood up, choked with anger, stretched out his finger to point out the injustice, and said, "Is this your son anyway?"

"Yeah!" Although Ge Buping and Xiao Yao are not related by blood, in Xiao Yao's heart he still regards Ge Buping as his own child. Since he took the initiative to assume this responsibility at the beginning, he must be held responsible to the end. I always thought this way, so when Su Changliu asked this question, Xiao Yao answered it without thinking.

Su Changliu nodded and smiled. It seemed that he was very satisfied with Xiao Yao's answer now.

Xiao Yao looked at the expression on his face and asked, "What do you want to say? Shall we just say something?"

Su Changliu coughed and said, "I heard that you have a lot of swords?"

Xiao Yao smiled slightly.

He understood what Su Changliu meant, and felt that what the other party said just now was a bit funny.

Su Changliu didn't know how many swords he had. Now he still uses the word "heard". No matter how he listens, it seems a little strange!

Su Changliu saw that Xiao Yao hadn't spoken for a long time, and he was a little worried, and continued: "Your four swords, although they have not yet reached the realm of divine artifacts, they have been stored in your sword gourd for a long time. , Do you always score a hand? What do you stay there for, preparing to give birth? Did you use that much alone? Besides, that’s my apprentice, yes, but it’s also your son. Don’t you think good things are suitable for your son? What's more, Ge Buping's talent in kendo is so strong. It would be a pity if he didn't have a good sword!"

Xiao Yao waved his hand.

He was a little annoyed after hearing Su Changliu say so much.

"When did I say I wouldn't give it to him?"

Su Chang stayed for a moment and asked, "Have you ever thought about this?"

Xiao Yao glanced at Ge Buping, who was still practicing sword, and found that this kid was still focusing on sword practice, and probably couldn't hear his own voice. Then he looked at Su Changliu and said, "If I give him the sword now, it will not have any effect. It is better to put the sword in my sword gourd and continue to grow it. Moreover, I can only use the wooden sword to enter the kendo. , When it is time to change to another sword, it will have a better effect."

Su Changliu is no longer a kid, so he naturally understood what Xiao Yao said. He nodded and smiled: "Okay, then it's up to you, I don't have any comments."

Xiao Yao rolled his eyes, he agreed now, and Su Changliu naturally had no opinion.

Moreover, his four real martial arts swords were originally high-grade spiritual weapons, and now they are well stored in the sword gourd. Even if they become divine weapons, it is not difficult, at most it is only a matter of time.

Su Changliu's goal was achieved, and he didn't continue to sit and stay, turning around and leaving.

At this time, Xiao Niannian, who was holding a small hand by Xiao Yao, suddenly stretched out his finger in Ge Buping's direction.

"Brother Buping is really great! Dad, did you see it? The wooden sword in Brother Buping's hand can still shine!"

Xiao Yao's expression changed, and Su Changliu was also a little surprised.

Su Changliu, who had originally planned to leave, leaned in again.

"Little girl, did you see the sword glowing?" Su Changliu asked when he leaned forward.

Xiao Niannian was taken aback, scratching his head, thinking in his heart, can't his father and the grandfather in front of him see?

So she continued: "Yes! It shined just now! But now it doesn't shine... Hey, there is light again, one by one, just like a thread!"

Xiao Niannian was still young, and it was difficult to express what she saw perfectly in words, but what she said just now was enough to make Xiao Yao and Su Chang look at each other.

"How is it possible that the rays of light your daughter saw should be the sword energy entwined on the wooden sword?" Su Changliu asked.

Xiao Yao thought for a while, but nodded.

"My God, how old this little girl is! She is neither a swordsman nor a cultivator, how can she see sword aura?" Su Changliu was really hard to understand.

Even Ge Buping, I'm afraid he can't see the looming sword energy on his wooden sword.

Xiao Niannian can actually see it?

Xiao Yao looked at Xiao Niannian and asked, "Can you really see it?"

"Dad, can't you see it?" Xiao Niannian asked in a low voice, "If you can't see either, I will pretend that I can't see either. Don't be sad!"

Xiao Yao gave a wry smile.

It seems that there are more and more unusual places in my daughter's body.

At this time, Ge Buping also stopped, Xiao Niannian leaned over immediately, still holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

"Run slower, don't fall down!" Xiao Yao hurriedly exhorted.

Xiao Niannian turned a deaf ear to her ears, and was fast.

It's just a female paper like wind.

"Xiao Yao, your daughter, something unusual." Su Changliu couldn't help but said.

Xiao Yao looked at Xiao Niannian's back and nodded gently: "I know."

"Is it always like this?"

Xiao Yao glanced at Su Changliu, shook his head, frowned, and said, "It wasn't before. It probably only started after I came back."

"Then is there aura in her body?"

Xiao Yao shook his head.

Su Changliu overturned his previous guess: "That is to say, this little girl is not a natural spirit body, that's weird, since it is not a natural spirit body, how could it be like this..."

Xiao Yao took a deep breath.

Originally, this matter was always thought of by him.

Now that Su Changliu talked a lot about it, his heart became even more irritable.

Where does he know why? Up to now, he hasn’t understood whether the changes in Xiao Niannian’s body were caused by himself. It can be said that he is already a little flustered. Not only that...

At this moment, the phone in Xiao Yao's pocket suddenly rang.

He took out his phone and glanced at it, with a smile on his face.

"Who?" Su Changliu asked.

"Xuanyuan Qinghan." Xuanyuan Qinghan's cell phone was the one Xiao Yao gave her before she left. She was worried that this girl would cause trouble. Before she left, Xiao Yao also repeatedly told him to call him first when something happened. This is the earth, not the Lingwu world.