Hearing the guards' laughter, Ouyang Ying raised his hand, slapped one of them with a loud slap, and shouted angrily: "What are you laughing at? A bunch of useless food buckets. If you rushed over just now, that kid would have died long ago."
Thinking that these guards were shocked by Tang Mang's aura not long ago, he was so angry.
The guards of Fumanlou were elites from the Black Tiger Gang. However, these elites were shocked by the aura of a boy who was sixteen or seventeen years old and less than the Kaiyuan realm. When the news spread, the Black Tiger Gang would probably become a laughing stock.
The guards could no longer laugh, and they all stood beside Ouyang Ying in silence.
Ouyang Ying frowned and shouted coldly: "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you spread the news? By the way, check it out for me, I want to see what he is from."
"Yes, young master."
Several guards did not dare to neglect and hurriedly left.
...
After leaving the Fuman Tower, both Wang Chen and Luo Xinglie were still in shock. Wang Chen's clothes were already wet with cold sweat. When the wind blew, his body couldn't help but tremble.
Tang Mang saw it and smiled and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Ouyang Ying didn't dare to take action at all."
"What's the meaning?"
Wang Chen looked at Tang Mang in confusion, and Luo Xinglie was also confused.
Tang Mang didn't answer, and strode into the alley beside him, shouting to an old man with a hunched body and gray temples not far ahead: "Please stay, old man?"
"Brother Yang, what are you doing?"
Wang Chen and Luo Xinglie walked up, and the old man turned around and asked, "Is there any trouble for the young master to call me?"
Tang Mang asked bluntly: "Has the old man sent by the Leng family leader?"
The old man was stunned and blurted out: "How did Mr. Yang know?"
Tang Mang laughed and said, "As soon as I left Lengjia Manor, I knew someone was following me in secret."
The old man looked shocked and immediately praised: "Young Master Yang has such a strong perception!"
After saying that, he smiled bitterly: "Oh, I'm old. I think I was also a well-known killer in Qianzhou back then. I was best at hiding and assassinating. I didn't expect Mr. Yang to discover my existence so easily."
"Well, seniors should be stronger and stronger, and there is no need to underestimate themselves."
Tang Mang waved his hand repeatedly and sighed: "Senior's hidden art is very powerful. If you hadn't released the murderous intent to Ouyang Ying before, even if I knew someone was following him secretly, I would never have noticed where he was."
This is the truth. The old man's concealment technique is very powerful, and he has no fluctuations in his body. No one can see it because he is just a sixty-six-year-old man. It is hard to imagine that the ancestor is a master who is proficient in concealment assassination.
"Oh, there are talented people in the country, and a new generation will replace old people!"
The old man shook his head and said, "The dragon among Mr. Yang will surely soar into the sky in the future and laugh at the world."
"Senior Miao Zan."
Tang Mang smiled, bowed and asked, "I have been talking for a long time, but I don't know the name of the senior Gao?"
Although I don’t know what the old man’s specific cultivation level has, Tang Mang understood that the old man is probably an existence that transcends the True Gang Realm, and such an existence deserves Tang Mang’s respect.
Seeing that Tang Mang was so humble, the old man said to himself: "This boy is crazy but not proud, and is proud but not arrogant. If he does not die early, he will become a great man in the future."
Thinking of it, a smile appeared on his face, but his appearance was really ugly, it would be fine if he didn't smile. When he smiled, his face was full of wrinkles like chrysanthemums: "You're going to call me old."
"OK."
Tang Mang nodded slightly, saw Wang Chen and Luo Xinglie beside him still standing there, and laughed and scolded: "Why are you standing there? Have you ever seen Mr. Ying?"
The two of them came to their senses and quickly saluted Mr. Ying.
Old Ying just waved his hand with a smile, his eyes always looking at Tang Mang. The more he looked at him, the more he admired him, and couldn't help but say, "Young Master Yang, if I teach you the art of concealment and assassination, would you like to learn it?"
"What!"
Tang Mang was shocked, and Wang Chen and Luo Xinglie beside him were also stunned, and then they were extremely envious.
"Why, Mr. Yang is unwilling to learn, or is he looking down on the hidden assassination technique that is not allowed to be used in this way?"
asked Mr. Ying.
Tang Mang came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Old Ying, don't get me wrong. It's not that you look down on your hidden assassination technique, but I didn't expect you to teach me."
"Oh, I have been practicing for many years, and now I am only in the middle of the world realm, and I haven't been alive for many years. I have been trying to find a successor recently."
After saying that, Mr. Ying smiled and said, "Young Master Yang, you are amazingly talented, tough willed, and not very old. You are a humble person. You are the best candidate."
After saying that, he paused and said, "I don't need you to worship me as my teacher. You just need to meet my descendants in the future and hand over my hidden assassination technique to him."
"Old Ying, your descendants..." Tang Mang wanted to speak but stopped.
Old Ying didn't hide it and sighed: "Twelve years ago, my family suffered a great disaster. Only my seven-year-old grandson and I escaped proudly, but during the escape, I and my grandson were separated."
"I haven't found it?" Tang Mang asked.
Old Ying seemed to have grown a lot, shook his head and said, "I have stayed in the Leng family for many years, just to rely on the Leng family to help me find it. Unfortunately, I have searched all over Qianzhou, but there is no news."
When Tang Mang heard this, he comforted him: "Old Ying doesn't need to worry. Your grandson has a good fortune. You will find it sooner or later."
"Oh, I hope so."
Old Ying nodded slightly and then said, "This world is very big. You will sooner or later leave our Qianzhou. At that time, I hope you will inquire about the old man."
"I will definitely live up to the entrusted entrusted by the old man."
Tang Mang clasped his fists and said solemnly.
Although Ying Lao Chuan's ultimate goal was to find his grandson, Tang Mang did not care about it, but instead was a little moved.
Looking at the entire continent, there are many warriors, and there are also many masters. But who doesn’t have the ability to be a master? However, there are very few people who are willing to pass on their own abilities to others.
Why?
It's very simple, cherish it yourself!
Many masters would rather bring their unique skills into the coffin than spread them.
Although he had not been in contact with Tang Mang for a long time, Mr. Ying could see that Tang Mang was definitely the one who would do his best. Seeing that he solemnly agreed, he immediately said: "No further ado, Mr. Yang, let's go back to the manor first, and then I will teach you all my life's learning."
Hearing this, Wang Chen hurriedly said, "Old Ying, can you teach Brother Yang later? We still have to go to Duobao Building to attend the auction."
Old Ying said, looked at the sky, and said, "The auction is about to begin soon, so I will just accompany you to avoid any sluts coming to cause trouble."
After saying that, he looked at the entrance of the alley without a trace. Someone had just exposed his head to visit him, and he felt like he was struck by lightning. He shook back in fear.
Beside him, a thin young man with a deer-headed rat frowned and asked, "Second brother, what's wrong with you?"
A young man with horse-faced face was sweating all over his body and urged: "Get away, hurry up."