Sikong Haoxuan called the maid and placed a seat in the yard, looking at the orcs rolling and screaming on the ground with enthusiasm. The maid of the Sikong family deserves to be a strict screening and training. When he saw the orcs rolling on the ground, he had no surprise or fear on his face and didn't even look at it. As if he couldn't hear the orcs screaming, he arranged tables and chairs for Sikong Haoxuan and put fruits on it.

Sikong Haoxuan sighed in his heart for the power of the orc soul. If ordinary humans were burned and destroyed, they would never last for thirty seconds. This was really a powerful race.

In five minutes, several orcs persisted for five minutes under the burning of their souls. In ancient times, the most powerful witch slave could only last for two minutes under the burning of their souls. At this time, Sikong Haoxuan looked at the orcs with different eyes, as if he was excited as if he had discovered a treasure.

"Orcs are simply born witch slaves, and can be trained to become the most powerful witch guards." Sikong Haoxuan meditated on the ancient great witch's technique of training witch guards. After a moment, Sikong Haoxuan, who was unaware of the key points, couldn't help but sink into meditation and began to simulate various ancient methods of cultivating witch guards.

The four orcs who were freed from the burning of souls did not dare to have any abnormal movements and lay quietly in place. Those who had not experienced burning of souls would never understand what kind of pain it was. In ancient times, there was never a witch slave rebelling because there was a deep imprint in the soul.

Time passes the fastest when you don’t care about it. It seems that in the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth have entered twilight. The maids have set up bright palace lanterns in the courtyard.

Sikong Haoxuan, who opened his eyes, sighed regretfully, "I really didn't expect that in ancient times, those powerful Wuwei were cultivated so complex. In the current environment of this world, I'm afraid there is no hope of cultivating Wuwei like ancient times."

Sikong Haoxuan rubbed his eyebrows. He felt a little tired after simulating a large number of witchcraft techniques in his soul in such a short time. Looking at the four orcs who were honestly staying in front of him, he couldn't help feeling a little awkward.

"Okay, you all get up, don't stay on the ground. As orcs bathed in the halo of the God of War, how can they act like this?" Sikong Haoxuan said to the several orcs who stay on the ground.

The four orcs stood up very quickly and stood in a row in front of Sikong Haoxuan. They themselves didn't know why they werehaved like this, as if they should have been like this. Sikong Haoxuan looked at the four orcs with satisfaction, "It seems that I still like orc warriors, and orc slaves are really awkward."

Sikong Haoxuan pointed at the Lion Man and said, "Start from you, report your names."

The lion's head lowered and his big head was not daring to look at Sikong Haoxuan in front of him, "My name is Baron."

Elephant Man: "Wick."

The Eagle: "Blue Miller."

Snake Man: "Wuman."

The four orcs who spoke carefully made Sikong Haoxuan feel bored, but there was no way. The imprints produced under the burning of the soul will follow them all their lives. The nature of these orcs has long been subtly influenced by the soul, and they have completely forgotten their hostility towards Sikong Haoxuan.

That is, the orcs left such a profound mark on the burning of the soul. If humans had experienced the burning of the soul for such a long time, the soul had already turned into ashes, and the depth of the mark was impossible to talk about.

Sikong Haoxuan invited a maid and took the four orcs into the pavilion to rest. Only when their spirits were restored could they become a competent sedan chairperson.

When she returned to the hall, Xueer saw Sikong Haoxuan look a little tired, so she hurriedly called the maid to call hot water, and personally tried the water temperature, sprinkled with flower petals, and cleaned and wiped him.

Sikong Haoxuan, who was half lying on the soft chair, let Xueer wipe his face, feeling comfortable and unwilling to open his eyes. "Fourth Young Master, you seem to be very tired. Do you want me to tell them to let you take a shower?" Xueer whispered in Sikong Haoxuan's ear.

"No need, I'm talking later. I'll go see Nanxing, and I don't know how he was injured."

"Fourth Young Master, there were orcs outside just now, it was very miserable. Is it the orc you caught?" Xueer's big eyes were full of curiosity.

Sikong Haoxuan smiled slightly, "I bought it. Why? Since you are interested in orcs, why don't you go out to take a look just now?"

Xue'er squinted her tender little mouth, "Why did the Fourth Master forget? I am your eunuch. The mansion stipulates that the eunuch must not step out of the room without the instructions of the master."

Sikong Haoxuan, who had a headache about the numerous rules of Sikong Mansion, shaved Xueer's little nose, "From today on, you are free in Sikong Mansion, and you want to go wherever you want. If someone questioned, you would say I said it."

"Really? It's great. I can go to the back garden tomorrow. I like the big pond in the garden the most." Xueer waved her little hand excitedly.

Looking at Xueer, who was like a flower blooming, Sikong Haoxuan felt disgusted with some regulations in his family for the first time.

"Okay, Xue'er will go wherever she likes tomorrow. Now go upstairs and rest. I'll go see Nanxing." Sikong Haoxuan stood up and said.

Xueer raised her little face and hesitated, "Fourth Young Master, there are regulations in the mansion. If the master does not rest, the eunuch must not go to bed first."

Sikong Haoxuan was a little annoyed by these inexplicable rules, but reason told him that it was not Xue'er's fault and reluctantly said softly: "Isn't the mansion a rule? Do eunuchs obey unconditionally?"

Xueer thought about it and seemed to have something to do. She smiled and said, "Young Master, I'll go to rest now."

Looking at Xue'er walking upstairs, Sikong Haoxuan shook his head and decided secretly that he would change all the strange rules in the mansion if he had the chance.

The arrangement of Nanxing's room is still the same, so people won't be interested in the room. Nanxing, who has already treated the wound, is still standing in the room to practice Dou Qi. Sikong Haoxuan looked at Nanxing with red light flashing on his body, and was puzzled. He had never imagined how Dou Qi was practicing while standing. This may be the reason why Nanxing could adapt to practicing while walking so quickly.

"Nanxing, in such a short time, you can cultivate the Dou Qi to the same level as a Level 4 warrior. I didn't expect such progress."

After the Dou Qi on Nan Xing's body fluctuated briefly, it was stable. Sikong Haoxuan knew that Nan Xing was listening to him and continued: "I have nothing to guide you in your Dou Qi cultivation. When you can practice completely in the 'years', Dou Qi will naturally come naturally. Today, I will take you to experience what skills are."

For such a long time, Sikong Haoxuan guided Nanxing's martial arts for the second time. Nanxing, who had not yet fully entered the killing path, had a brief fluctuation in his mind. He opened his eyes and looked at Sikong Haoxuan.
Chapter completed!