Seeing his second brother's expression so serious, Yang Feng nodded solemnly after thinking about it: Okay, since you are going to become a disciple, I will accompany you to see if this world's number one sword is really as good as his name and worth the money."

OK, go!"

After a steady nod, Yang Xiaoyi shouted.

Yang Feng took off the water cup on his head slowly, and left with Yang Xiaoyi in an open manner, grinning at the corner of his mouth and smirking.

Finally, I don’t have to practice anymore and skip classes openly. It’s so cool.

The Poison Kings and the others didn't know that the little one in his heart were so they hurriedly followed.

Half an hour later, a quaint wooden house was located in a quiet small bamboo forest. An old man with a hunched body and only one arm was sweeping the yard with a look of indifference. The turbidity in his eyes seemed to have already despaired at everything in this world.

Old turtle!"

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded, and the Poison King brought Yang Feng and the others to come here in a fierce manner, shouting: You are so brave, I asked you to do something, but you didn't even give me any face, and even beat my apprentice. Did you take me seriously? You forgot who tried his best to save you for 49 days?"

Without saying anything, Wang Batian threw the broom away, and without even looking at the poison king, he turned back silently.

His skin trembled, and the poison king was so angry that his beard was erect.

This old turtle really doesn't give you any face, especially in front of the new leader, which is really outrageous.

Yang Feng also looked at the old man with a strange look on his face and nodded secretly. The Poison King and the others said it was right. This old guy is indeed a shaft.

Even if the Poison King and the others have a weird temper, they can communicate, but they ignore others directly, and they look at each other and seem to have no nostalgia for this world, without any vitality at all.

Even the zombies made by the Corpse King are much more lively than this old guy. Is he still a living person?

senior!"

Staring at his back tightly, Yang Xiaoyi pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and bowed: Junior Yang Xiaoyi, pay homage to Senior Wang. Previously, because of his affairs, Senior Poison King sent a five-poison boy to disturb Senior Qingyou. I'm really sorry, look at Senior..."

bump!

However, before he finished speaking, a light sound was heard. The old guy had already entered his cabin and closed the door tightly.

I'm going, this guy is too rude, right?

The corners of his mouth kept twitching twice, and Yang Feng's eyes were filled with anger.

The Poison King laughed and waved his hand unconsciously: Mr. Yang, Yang Erxia, don’t mind, he has this kind of virtue. He has been with his own people for more than a hundred years, but he always looks like he is ignoring him. He doesn’t know how to be a bastard, or he is a bastard.”

Yes, it's a bastard!"

He nodded deeply with conviction, Yang Feng's eyes flashed with a flash, but he suddenly laughed: But it's a pity that he met me today, I'm a bastard, hahaha!"

With a loud laugh, Yang Feng had already stepped forward and waved his palm gently at the wooden house.

call!

A strong gale passed by in an instant, and immediately blew the already thin wooden house to the sky, leaving only the Wang Batian who was lying quietly on the bed and closed his eyes lightly.

If it were an ordinary person, his house would be demolished suddenly and would definitely be furious.

But Wang Batian seemed to have nothing happened, his face calm, like a child sleeping soundly.

Seeing this scene, Yang Feng's face darkened. Can he bear it so much?

Third brother, don’t be rude to seniors!”

When Yang Xiaoyi was anxious, he hurriedly persuaded him.

However, Yang Feng is a person who wants to save face. He was so disregarded by the great hero.

Second brother, don’t worry about this matter. I’ll settle it for you. I won’t believe him and he won’t speak out, hum!”

A thick air spurted out from his nostrils. Yang Feng came to the bed of Wang Batian under the burning gaze of everyone. Seeing that he was still sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but sneer: Pretend to sleep? I'll let you sleep, hehehehe!"

With a treacherous smile, Yang Feng turned around directly, facing the old guy with a slight force.

puff!

A muffled sound came out, and in an instant, a fermented smell of grains and grains rushed into Wang Batian's nostrils, making the calm and comfortable old senior's face unstoppable for the first time.

Yang Xiaoyi and the others also hurriedly covered their noses with disgust. Although they were far away from Yang Feng, they still felt awkward to empathize when they saw this scene.

I always feel that this girl's smelly butt was sprayed on my face.

After looking at each other, the Poison King and the Corpse King shook their heads and lamented at the same time.

Alas, Master Yang is really naughty. He is like a child. He is not as elegant as a leader. It seems that he needs to train well.

However, having said that, he has to say that his trick works quite well.

Even though the king and domineering are no longer as good as before, he has been glorious and was a well-known figure back then. He may not care about being scolded behind his back on his daily life.

But now I can't help but be fucked by a stinky brat who is still dry and is so fucked with his fart in front of me.

Which master can tolerate being ridiculed by the younger generation?

Suddenly, Wang Batian became angry and shouted: Have you made enough trouble? Get out!"

bump!

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Batian immediately slapped Yang Feng's fat big butt, and wanted to slap him out. However, under a loud bang, Yang Feng's perky big butt trembled slightly, and it became as stable as Mount Tai and still remained safe.

Seeing this scene, Wang Batian was stunned.

How could it be... Has my current strength deteriorated to the point where I couldn't even slap a little doll in one palm?

In amazement, Wang Batian opened his mouth slightly.

But at this moment, Yang Feng laughed evilly and said tragically: Old guy, finally reacted, hehehehe!"

puff!

With a dull sound, Yang Feng couldn't help but squirt another stinky fart, and immediately sprayed it into Wang Batian's mouth.

Suddenly, Wang Batian felt mixed feelings, and his mouth seemed to be stuffed with shit. The sour smell immediately made his stomach churn, and he vomited with a sensation.

Looking at this scene, the Poison King and the Corpse King couldn't help but shook their heads and lamented.

This is really the King of Hell who can't beat the little devil. If this old bastard meets the little bastard, he can only suffer a lot, haha.

Yang Xiaoyi shook his head helplessly, hurried forward, bowed to apologize and said: Senior, sorry, my third brother has no malicious intentions, it’s just a little bit naive, please forgive me."

vomit!

He was still vomiting, but Wang Batian ignored him.

After he was almost vomiting, he had vomited all the food he had eaten in the past three days. Then Wang Batian raised his head with a pale face, glared at them fiercely, closed his eyes, and continued to fall asleep on the bed.

Uh…sen…”

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoyi smiled awkwardly and was full of helplessness.

Yang Feng glanced at the old guy, curled his lips contemptuously, and snorted: Second brother, don’t worry, I still have the ultimate weapon.”

The ultimate weapon?”

Yes, it's just... I'm going to take off my shoes! My sweaty feet that I haven't washed in this year are finally time to come in handy, hehe."

Yang Feng smiled evilly.

Swish!

But suddenly, before he could move, Wang Batian suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open, his eyes full of blood, as if he was about to burst out.
Chapter completed!