The next morning, early in the morning, when it was dawn, Yang Xiaoyi got up excitedly and practiced the combat skills he had just chosen last night in the yard outside the door.

If you really practice, you will be powerful and thunder will be shocked.

When Wang Batian heard the movement, he narrowed his eyes and got up, looked at the sweaty figure outside through the window, lit his head slightly, and looked happy.

Well, it's so hardworking.

Thinking of this, Wang Batian closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

After waiting for an hour, Wang Batian got up again and saw that Yang Xiaoyi was still practicing hard, he immediately walked out with a smile on his face.

When Yang Xiaoyi saw that his master came out, he immediately stopped and respectfully said: Master, it’s so early!”

You are too early, you practiced so early?"

The disciple knew that he had a weak foundation. His family was small and his career was small. His father died early. He also studied the family's fighting skills by himself. He had never been guided by a famous teacher. Now it is rare that you have your master to teach me carefully. This is a good opportunity for God. The disciple naturally needs to seize the opportunity and make up for all the shortcomings that were lost in the past."

Well, you know how to seize opportunities, and you are so diligent and have a future!"

He nodded happily, Wang Batian comforted himself and smiled lightly, thinking that this apprentice was really good at taking it.

But suddenly, I heard that at this moment, there were noises, and the two old guys, the Poison King and the Corpse King, were persuaded with great thought.

Mr. Yang, it’s already time to get up and practice.”

Just now? Let me sleep until nap!"

No, the sun is still burning your butt. You have to take a nap after noon. How can you practice? Get up quickly!”

Oh, practice that night!”

You also need to swim sauna and massage in the evening. I don’t have much time to practice. My little ancestor!" The old man, the Poison King, almost half begged to pull Yang Feng out, and was so anxious that he almost cried.

Yang Feng was pulled out in a daze, looking at the bright sun above his head, looking irritable, and then moved his body a little.

Three circles on the left and three circles on the right, twisting your neck and twisting your butt, going to bed early and getting up early, let’s do exercise... Okay, I’ll finish it, I’ll go back to sleep and get back to bed first!”

You can't sleep anymore, Mr. Yang, you've only moved a few times. We should continue to practice etiquette, alas!" The poison king was so worried that his long green hair was almost turning white, and he was about to cry without tears.

The Corpse King was helping to persuade him, but there was still no way.

Yang Feng’s two biggest characteristics are laziness and willfulness. The two kings are almost crying when they are in charge of their personal guidance.

Wang Batian looked at the situation there deeply, and then looked at his apprentice here, and shook his head in disbelief.

They are also surnamed Yang and are still brothers. Why is the difference between being a human being so big?

In the afternoon, Yang Feng finally woke up and could start etiquette practice, but he was in a lot of situations.

What a mimi... Cough cough!"

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

It's so moist, you've only said less than two words in total!"

Bang!

A bamboo pole hit his butt hard, and the poison king couldn't help but say: How many times have I said that when I talk to people, I should use the dantian energy to speak, and don't use my throat, so that I can make the sound of an emperor and have the aura of an emperor."

Ah? Dantian? Where is Dantian?"

Here, idiot! I can’t even find my dantian. How did you cultivate to this level of strength?”

The Poison King knocked his belly hard, covering his head with so much worries.

Wang Batian was drinking tea on the side while watching the movements and laughing and crying. Then, he looked at his extremely diligent apprentice, and suddenly felt superior.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when the sunset was about to set, the Poison King and the other two were tired of guidance, so they asked Yang Feng to practice by themselves. They had no choice but to sit on the same table with Wang Batian and drink tea.

In the afternoon, they scolded Yang Feng, and their throats were smoked, but they had no effect.

After Wang Batian glanced at them, he suddenly said: Two old guys, have you passed the wrong imperial edict?"

What? What imperial edict did we pass on the wrong one?"

It is the next heir appointed by the Saint Ancestor after the appearance of the spirit. Is that boy?”

His face was full of suspicion. Wang Batian looked at Yang Feng with an impatient look on his face, then looked at Yang Xiaoyi who was practicing martial arts seriously, and immediately said: No matter how you look at it, I think that this second son of the Yang family is more suitable to be the leader of our Holy Sect than the third son. Look at this second son, diligent, modest, honest, cautious, and polite, is simply a template for a generation of wise kings."

But you can look at the third brother, who is lazy, arrogant, willful, rude, and lustful, and is simply a foolish monarch who is destroyed? How could the Saint Ancestor designate him to inherit the great throne? Is the Saint Ancestor's intention to let the second brother inherit it? Are you mistaken?"

No, the etiquette and cultivation of the leader was brought to us by Mr. Yang. The Saint Ancestor must have designated Mr. Yang, not Yang Erxia. What matters concerning the next leader, how could we make a mistake?"

Shaking his head, the Poison Kings and the others looked at each other and said firmly: Maybe the Holy Ancestor saw that Mr. Yang’s strength was unfathomable and he had great achievements?"

If the strength is strong and he can be the leader, then the soul regeneration would have become the leader, and it would 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 we convince the public?"

this……"

Hearing his words, the Poison Kings and the others were also a little suspicious, and then stared at Yang Feng, who was teasing a group of little girls not far away, and thought for a little, "Maybe Mr. Yang has some unknown advantages that we have not discovered, but the Holy Ancestor discovered it? That's why he appointed him as the leader?"

Advantages? Apart from being strong enough and bullying the weak, where else does he have any advantages? Humph!"

He curled his lips disdainfully, and Wang Batian snorted lightly.

The two of the Poison Kings frowned deeply, staring at Yang Feng tightly, but after watching for a while, they both shook their heads helplessly: Oh, you are right, you really can't find any advantages!"

Old poison!”

At this time, Yang Feng shouted loudly, walked over casually, and shouted: I want to take 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 did you go there again? Are you not feeling well with your kidneys?"

I have drunk too much bird's nest, can I do it?"

Yang Feng said with confidence, the Poison King's wrinkled face trembled slightly, and waved impatiently: Go, you go, you're so tired and peeing. Usually, you're not going to the toilet when you play with those little girls for a few hours. As a result, when it comes to practice etiquette, you always run to the toilet, alas."

Yang Feng grinned and ignored him. He turned around and left. However, before he had taken a few steps, he stopped again and turned to look at them and said: By the way, what are you saying here just now? Are you talking bad about me?"

No, how could we say bad things about you? You are thinking too much!"

The Poison King and the Corpse King waved their hands repeatedly and said with a laugh.

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

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Yang Feng glared at him fiercely, and he understood that it was just this old guy who said bad things about him. He was not asking for advice, hum.

cough!

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Feng immediately coughed lightly, took out a mouthful of old phlegm, and spit it out in one mouthful, just spitting it on Wang Batian's feet, and then he turned away with a stern look.

He couldn't help but thrust hard. Wang Batian looked down at the thick phlegm on his feet, and immediately couldn't help but curse in anger: Hey, you saw it, is this a good example of being the leader? You must have passed the wrong order, the wrong order of the Saint Ancestor!"

Uh...Is it because we really passed the wrong message?
Chapter completed!