"Well, yes, last night's efforts were not in vain. It is better to retreat than to retreat. If you go back, you have realized the essence of Yunlong's ghost test, Jinghong like a god, and Yunlong's Jinghong step earlier than I expected. It's very early.
, far beyond my imagination, you seem to be a martial arts genius! This Yunlong Jinghong Step seems to have been created just for you." The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit couldn't help but praise it again.
In the blood-deficient sword spirit's imagination, Yang Ningfeng would have to experience many life-and-death battles to truly understand the essence of this set of footwork, which would take at least half a year. But he didn't expect that it would only be three hours last night with the monster.
Now that he has such attainments in fighting beasts, the bleeding tiger sword spirit is unexpected!
"Of course, I'm not a genius. Who is a genius?"
When Yang Zhengcheng took action, Yang Ningfeng was still a little nervous and uneasy, but now it is completely gone! After three hours of life-and-death fight with monsters, and now he is fighting against a master of eighth-level warrior strength, he is facing Yunlong Jinghongbu.
He is really becoming more and more proficient, and every step feels like he just picks it up casually. As long as the other party moves, he can take the most appropriate step reflexively.
"Look at how proud you are, I really can't stand it... Just dodging is useless. The Yunlong Jinghong Step is not for you to use to save your life. The key lies in how to use the footwork to greatly increase the killing power of the killing move.
Especially in conjunction with the Tyrannical Fist, once you have the opportunity, strike hard, Long Ao Jiutian."
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit knew that someone was the least praised, and now his tail was almost raised to the sky, so he rolled his eyes and was speechless about this guy's narcissism. However, he did not forget to seize the opportunity and use good intentions to attack Yang Ningfeng's head.
Here are some words of experience.
"Um!"
Yang Ningfeng's eyes flashed brightly, and she felt that it made sense.
Because Yang Ningfeng became more and more proficient in the Yunlong Jinghong footwork, even if Yang Ningfeng was distracted by talking to the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, he would not be knocked down like when he fought with Zhao Donglai. Even if he was distracted, he would not be affected at all.
Judgment of Yang Zhengcheng's attack and execution of footwork.
Of course, one of the reasons why he can deal with it so easily is because he has become more proficient in Yunlong Jinghong's footwork, but another reason is because Yang Zhengcheng is now using the Yang family's Leopard Chong Fist.
Although Yang Zhengcheng's cultivation level is higher than Yang Ningcheng's, and his attainments in Leopard Chong Fist are indeed not comparable to Yang Ningfeng's, but compared with Yang Zhen, the latter's strength is so powerful that it is like Yang Zhen is a mountain, and Yang Zhen is a mountain.
Zhengcheng is nothing more than a grain of sand! Just last night, Yang Ningfeng completely observed the process of Yang Zhen's fight with his father Yang Wenxuan.
Thinking about it now, Yang Ningfeng finally understood why his father started to fight Yang Zhen slowly last night, just to give him a good opportunity to observe!
With good intentions, you can know the love of a father!
A set of Leopard Chong Fist has been used twice in a row, but Yang Zhengcheng didn't even touch the corner of Yang Ningfeng's clothes. This situation really made him feel so depressed that he vomited blood. He really
I couldn't tell what kind of footwork Yang Ningfeng was performing. I couldn't understand that although his attacks became more and more crazy because of his depression, in fact, when he was depressed, the more he attacked, the more frightened and angry he became!
Think of him as a dignified deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall, an eighth-level scholar, and the second-ranked person in the younger generation of the Yang family. Now he has been fighting for a long time, and he can't even touch the clothes of a guy who is only ranked forty-eighth. If this spreads,
How much face did you lose?
The five people who came with Yang Zhengcheng were extremely shocked. They had never expected that such a situation would happen now. The fight between Yang Ningfeng and Yang Zhengcheng did not result in the torture of Yang Ningfeng that they wanted to see.
, on the contrary, Yang Zhengcheng's current situation seems a bit bad?
In fact, not only were they shocked by Yang Ningfeng's footwork, but Yang Wenxuan, who was watching the battle through the crack in the door, was also shocked. With his strength, he deliberately confirmed it while watching the battle, and unexpectedly found that if he took action,
I dare not say that he can hit Yang Ningfeng 100%, but he was the number one master of the Yang family back then, and he was strong enough to easily defeat Yang Zhen, a fourth-level master.
"The adventure my son got seems to be extraordinary. Back then, the mysterious senior said that Ningfeng was a person with great luck and would have extraordinary achievements in the future. Is this really the case? He was only a sixth-level scholar, but he could compete with an eighth-level scholar.
Duan Shipin is actually more than enough, he is already far better than I was back then!" A proud smile slowly bloomed on Yang Wenxuan's face.
If the son really achieves great achievements, of course he will be the happiest parent!
"Lu Hui, it's a pity that you are not here now, otherwise, you will definitely feel as proud and happy as me." Yang Wenxuan thought to himself. Just thinking of this name, the smile on his face immediately froze, and his eyes reappeared.
Aroused deep depression and longing.
"boom!"
Suddenly, there was a slight explosion that was not easily noticed by ordinary people. Others didn't think anything of it, but Yang Wenxuan was suddenly awakened from his thoughts. Looking through the crack in the door, he only saw Yang Ningfeng's arms shaking slightly, and his aura began to change.
, his narrowed eyes gradually began to flicker with a fierce light.
"Luhui, will we still have a chance to meet each other? Don't worry, I will protect our precious son well. One day, I will let him appear in front of you properly..."
Yang Wenxuan let out a long sigh, and then stood up. He knew that it was time for him to appear! Yang Ningfeng was already preparing to fight back.
After all, Yang Zhengcheng is also a member of the Law Enforcement Hall, so he must be given some thin noodles. Even if Yang Zhengcheng is not worthy, the authority of the Law Enforcement Hall still needs to be maintained. Of course, if Yang Zhengcheng dares to arrest people, he has received instructions from his superiors.
Come on, if Yang Zhengcheng is injured, it will be even more embarrassing.
Similarly, if Yang Ningfeng fails to fight back and is injured by Yang Zhengcheng, this is not what Yang Wenxuan wants to see.
Yang Wenxuan reached out and took a bottle of wine from the table next to him. He drank two or three sips in succession. He narrowed his eyes slightly and regained his usual drunken appearance. He opened the door and staggered out.
, when he arrived at the door, he leaned against the wall, looking unsteady. He burped first, then took another sip of wine from the bottle, and then pointed to the front with the bottle, making a loud sound.
Then he yelled vaguely: "Please stop it quickly, where did the... hiccup... where did the bastard dare to come to my house and act... wild?"
puff!
Listening to Yang Wenxuan's drinking, the five people who came with Yang Zhengcheng all laughed. They thought he was drunk and talking drunkenly. Yang Zhengcheng was the same and didn't take it to heart. However, Yang Ningfeng was moved in his heart. What if?
In the past, he might have thought his father was talking while drinking, but now he didn't think so. His father's move was obviously intended to make him stop, so he dodged, retreated, and got out of the battle circle.
But Yang Zhengcheng was feeling depressed and angry. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he took advantage of the opportunity. With a flash of evil in his eyes, he rushed in front of Yang Ningfeng. With a roar, he suddenly unleashed the most powerful killing move of the Leopard Chong Fist. With his fist, he aimed at Yang Ningfeng.
His chest was smashed away.
"Dare you hit my son?"
Before Yang Ningfeng could counterattack, Yang Wenxuan suddenly roared and stumbled forward. At extremely fast speed, he was at Yang Ningfeng's side in an instant. He pulled Yang Ningfeng away with his left hand and punched Yang Zhengcheng's fist with his right fist.
This punch actually made a loud noise and the punching style was astonishing.
Yang Zhengcheng was shocked. Before he could dodge, he heard a bang, and his fist was hit by Yang Wenxuan's fist. With the sound of "Kacha", his fist was directly broken. Then he felt his eyes blurred, and Yang Wenxuan was hit squarely on the nose again.
With the punch, the whole person flew backwards and fell. When he landed on the ground, his nose was bleeding profusely. The severe pain in his nose affected his lacrimal glands, and tears immediately flowed out.
"How can a drunkard be so powerful?"
This scene really stunned the five guys who were watching the battle. They looked at the drunk Yang Wenxuan with dull faces.
Yun Luo, who was standing at the door of Yang Ningfeng's room, looked at Yang Wenxuan's back thoughtfully.
"Hey, whoever dares to hit my son, I will fight to the death! Hiccup!"
Yang Wenxuan swayed, raised his head and took a big sip of wine. He glanced at Yang Zhengcheng and others, and shouted in a deep voice, which was a bit majestic. However, when Yang Zhengcheng and others were stunned for a moment, he suddenly took a drink.
Hiccup, the majesty just now was suddenly wiped out, making people feel like they were laughing and laughing.
But Yang Ningfeng, who already knew that his father's current behavior was just a facade, was secretly happy: "Dad is really good at pretending!"
"Walk!"
Yang Wenxuan turned around, because he was behind Yang Zhengcheng and others. He didn't need to pretend, his expression was a bit solemn, but his tone of voice still maintained a drunken tone: "Let's go to the ancestral hall together, I want to see who
You dare to touch my son."
Yang Ningfeng smiled and nodded lightly. At this time, Yun Luo had already walked to Yang Ningfeng's side.
"Go away!"
Yang Wenxuan led Yang Ningfeng and Yun Luo towards the entrance of the courtyard. When they arrived in front of Yang Zhengcheng, who had already stood up, he drank with the smell of alcohol in his mouth.
Yang Zhengcheng frowned, stared at Yang Wenxuan in surprise, then waved his hand to signal the people behind him to get out of the way, and he himself turned sideways.
"I'm sorry, I'd better go on my own and don't dare to bother you anymore!"
Yang Ningfeng said apologetically to Yang Zhengcheng, and then followed Yang Wenxuan with Yun Luo. The three of them walked out of the yard and walked towards the ancestral hall.
Staring blankly at the retreating figures of Yang Wenxuan and the others, Yang Zhengcheng was extremely angry, but the look of surprise in his eyes became even stronger!
"Brother Zhengcheng, are you okay?" A guy looked away from the courtyard door. When he saw Yang Zhengcheng's face covered with blood, he was shocked again and asked weakly.
Snapped!
Yang Zhengcheng was furious. He raised his left hand and slapped the unlucky guy to the ground with one palm. He said angrily: "His fault, what can happen to me? Do you think there is anything wrong with me now?"
, said, wiping his face with his left hand, and then quickly covered his broken right fist and strode towards the door of the yard.
It's just that he didn't wipe it off, but this wipe made his whole face turn red, completely like Brother Guan's face.
Yang Zhengcheng was indeed extremely depressed.
I thought it was a good opportunity to take credit, but I didn't expect that instead of humiliating Yang Ningfeng, I was beaten by an alcoholic! After all, this alcoholic had an unusual identity. He knew very well that not to mention a broken fist, it was Yang Wenxuan who broke his head.