Staring deeply at the two old men, Yang Xiaoyi seemed to have thought of something.

The two of them ignored him and just circled around Yang Feng and took him to the room where the leader was.

It was such a big bed room. At first glance, it was endless. It only included a swimming pool, a practice room, a library and a bathroom, etc., all of which were included.

The group of slaves all looked like they were trained, kneeling in a standard manner, waiting for his orders. Especially the abruptness that was towering towards the clouds, full and white, and full of three-dimensionality, which made them unable to stop being at ease in the heart of the earth.

Suddenly, Yang Feng suddenly felt like he was an emperor.

This is so fucking too bad, but I like it, hehe.

Yang Feng grinned and said to himself.

The comrades of the Demon Cult are so enthusiastic and thoughtful to treat guests, much better than those of the famous and upright sects. Even the Emperor of Nanzhao had never met him so politely, so the devil was better.

Yang Feng felt it, but he was the only one who could enjoy such courtesy.

As for Yang Xiaoyi, he was arranged in the guest room next to the master's bedroom. Although the standard single room of 100 square meters is not small, the difference between him and the shop next to him is not the same.

However, Yang Xiaoyi didn't care. He shook his head and laughed, and then took it safely.

Immediately afterwards, in the next few days, Yang Xiaoyi still went out to practice martial arts every day and was a diligent and good child. Yang Feng began strict etiquette training under the supervision of the two guardians of the Poison King and the Corpse King.

Thrust your chest and tuck your belly and raise your head, and don’t hold your chest and hunch your back!"

The face was unprecedentedly solemn. The Poison King stared at Yang Feng and shouted: As the leader of the sect, he represents the majesty of the sect. Every word and deed must have the style of an emperor. Do not walk in a hurry or slow, take one step and take half a step, and the majesty will appear."

Well... Old poison, I am not your real leader, is it necessary to be so strict?"

A water cup was pressed on his head, and it was filled with water. When Yang Feng moved casually, the water inside was spilled out unconsciously, poured on his head, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He didn't care about his wet hair, and the Poison King was still solemn: Mr. Yang, don't you want to learn how to remove the black soul seal?"

I want to learn, but what does this have to do with the de-printing?"

Of course it has something to do. This is the preparation before the operation, and it cannot be bad at all. Otherwise, if the seal is unplugged, the Black Soul Seal will immediately attack and burn the other party to death."

Ah? No, it’s so serious? I’m not reading any less, don’t lie to me? Do you all practice magic in the Holy Fire Sect? Why haven’t I seen anyone practice it?”

There is no need to practice this when practicing ordinary techniques, but what you are practicing now is the ultimate secret technique that only my leader can practice, so of course it is difficult."

He shouted fiercely, the Poison King opened his eyes and told lies, his face was not blushing, and his heart was not beating. He continued to deceive him and said: If Mr. Yang doesn't want to save his friend, he doesn't need to learn. And he can move out from here immediately and return to his original residence."

Ah? Move out?

When he heard this, Yang Feng couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and then he looked at the rows of smooth and juicy little sisters reluctantly. His face suddenly turned solemn and said firmly: For justice, for the people of the world, and for the countless innocent people who were persecuted by the Black Soul Seal, what is this hero even if he is hard or tired? I will practice hard and strive to stay here for a few more days!"

Ah? How many more days to stay?"

Uh no, I mean to leave the people as soon as possible and rescue the people!" Yang Feng said seriously.

The Poison King shook his head with a smile, turned his head to glance at the young and beautiful little girls, and lamented in his heart.

If he had known that this beauty had used the trick, he would have used it long ago. Why should he have been so hard before? Alas.

Then, the Poison King continued to urge and train him.

At this time, Yang Feng was soft-hearted and had short hands. In order to stay in this luxurious palace for a few more days and enjoy the life of the emperor who was surrounded by countless beauties, he no longer had to worry about the old poison. As he said, he practiced his standing, sitting and lying down step by step, in various postures.

Gradually, his temperament began to change a little. His words and deeds gradually brought him a strong sense of nobility and majesty from his original words.

The Corpse King looked at it, looked at the Poison King, nodded in one go, and smiled happily.

This kid finally changed and developed a kingly demeanor.

The Five Poisons Boy was like a big butler, with a group of slaves, who had already prepared all kinds of pastries and served the new leader with food at any time.

But at this moment, a loud shout rang out, and Yang Xiaoyi hurriedly ran in: Third brother, have you seen my devil sword technique been apart? Why do I feel something is wrong? I feel a sensation running around on my body, as if I am going to get into a devil!"

Ah? What you practiced is a magic knife. Isn’t it normal to be possessed by a demon? It doesn’t matter. Keep practicing. When you become possessed by a demon, you will succeed.”

Yang Feng said carelessly with a water cup.

When everyone around heard this, they rolled their eyes together. Even Yang Xiaoyi was amused and crying: Third brother, the magic sword is different from the magic sword. The reason why the magic sword is a magic sword is because it is powerful and extremely cruel. It is slashed out with one knife, and it is unscrupulous. Because it is too strong and difficult to control, it is not ashamed of the righteous path. But the magic sword is completely wrong in practice. These are two things."

Is that right? I thought that being possessed by the devil was the great success of the devil. Sorry, I don’t know much about this. Who has never been possessed by the devil? Haha!”

Yang Feng grinned and immediately rolled his eyes.

Are you smug or smug?

After thinking about it, the Poison King said lightly: Yang Erxia, I and the old corpse ghost are both magic spirits, and I don’t know much about your warriors’ cultivation. But don’t worry, we have a lot of talents in our teachings, and this little thing is not a problem. Wuer, go and call that bastard and ask him to guide Yang Erxia’s sword skills."

Ah? You are really full of talents in your church. Someone actually gave such a shocking name that is so shocking and terrifying. I really admire you!"

When Yang Feng heard this, he was stunned and smiled.

The Poison King waved his hand unconsciously and explained: Mr. Yang, don’t misunderstand, this bastard’s nickname is the nickname we usually give him. It’s just because he is a weird temper, unsociable and taciturn person, so people make fun of him behind his back."

What, a weird temper? You two seem to have abnormal tempers. Is that person even weirder than you?"

Yes, although we have a strange temper, it’s easy to get along with each other, but that man is just a slutty and a donkey temper. Sometimes when he gets off the axe, the sky is not afraid of the earth, and the lightning cannot be struck, so we can’t do anything about it!”

Oh, you can't even control him? Then why do you keep him? Get him out!"

Exit?"

The Poison King was puzzled, and Yang Feng immediately explained: Just kick him out and teach him, let him go wherever he is outside. Employees who don’t even listen to the boss’ orders, what do you want him to do? Just fire them."

Oh, so that's it, but I really don't want to let him go if I want to drive him out of this sect!"

Don't give up?"

Yes, his strength is too strong, not inferior to me at all. It's just a matter of personality and is not very sociable, so he did not hold the position of Dharma King. But this person's swordsmanship is definitely the number one in the martial arts world, and he is known as the one-armed sword demon. When he was in the martial arts world, he even went side by side with the leader of the Ouyang Sect, the Holy Fire Sect, and was very powerful. In that year, even our four kings, including the two envoys on the left and right, were not in his eyes."

Ah? Are you such a great person? The Demon of the Sword?"

With a raised brow, Yang Feng said in surprise, Yang Xiaoyi's eyes lit up, and his heart suddenly moved, and a stream of passionate blood churned inexplicably.
Chapter completed!