"Mr." is a title given to respected talents in Chongyuan Continent. Considering Tang Gubei's status in Wu Ning City, it is really unbelievable and unbelievable to call a junior of a family in Wu Ning City "Mr."
thing.
"Haha, the city lord is still so polite. He said that you can just call me by my first name. You always have to add a gentleman, how can you make me, a junior, embarrassed?" Because everyone had a good relationship with each other after dinner, Yang Ningfeng and Tang
Gu Bei chatted happily, and Yang Ningfeng saw that Tang Chengbei really valued him and had no airs about him, so the two of them talked very easily.
"Don't you always call me City Lord?"
Tang Gubei smiled. But after saying that, the smile on his face immediately solidified, and his expression became serious and serious. He hugged Yang Ningfeng with both fists and bowed deeply to Yang Ningfeng: "Sir, if you save Xi Rong's life, you are my city lord."
The great benefactor of the government, from now on, as long as Mr. Gu Bei speaks a word, Gu Bei will go through fire and water, go down mountains and seas of fire, and never frown."
This is a bit harsh!
If these words were heard by the Zhao family, Luo family or any force in Wu Ningcheng, they would be shocked and would immediately have to reconsider their attitude and arrangements towards the Yang family. At the same time, they would also completely regard Yang Ningfeng as a
The biggest opponent or the person who needs to be curated most.
Tang Xirong was also moved by this sentence.
She knew Tang Gubei best, and he had always been a man of his word.
These words meant that from now on, Yang Ningfeng's affairs would be his and Tang Gu Bei's affairs.
But this is good, it can be regarded as her repayment to Yang Ningfeng.
Of course, Tang Xirong was more moved than shocked at this moment. She once again deeply felt Tang Chengbei's love for her. In this world, apart from her parents, her sixth uncle was the best to her.
.
However, she did not expect that Tang Gubei was like this. On the one hand, he was truly grateful to Yang Ningfeng for saving her life, but on the other hand, he took the opportunity to once again express his stance to Yang Ningfeng, and he wanted to firmly close the future with Yang Ningfeng.
The immeasurable relationship between the young Yao Zong.
"Your Majesty, the Lord of the City is serious!"
Yang Ningfeng also didn't expect that Tang Gubei would give such a gift and say such words, so she quickly jumped away, then waved her hands repeatedly and said: "I just happened to save Miss Tang when I was passing by. It's really not something worth thanking...
…Okay, when you uncle and nephew meet, I won’t disturb you anymore, I’m leaving!”
Just leave as soon as you say it, turn around and run away before you finish speaking, just like a thief who is discovered and runs away, running for more than ten meters before finishing his sentence.
"puff!"
Seeing Yang Ningfeng's back running as fast as a rabbit, getting further and further away, Tang Xirong suddenly found it interesting and couldn't help but chuckle. Looking at Yang Ningfeng's back, his eyes were filled with brilliance, and he was slightly lost in thought.
This fell into Tang Gubei's eyes, and his heart immediately moved. He also looked forward, and a faint and inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
After returning from Wuning City, Yang Ningfeng went directly back to the room, locked the door skillfully, walked to the table, and poured out all the crystal stones in the bag.
"Ha, there are so many citrines this time. Senior, what will your blood tiger space look like this time?" Yang Ningfeng said with excitement as he looked at the table full of citrines.
"You'll know in a moment." The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit said calmly.
"Pretending to be mysterious all day long, you'll die if you don't pretend for once?" Yang Ningfeng felt that this old guy seemed to be specifically against him. He was so happy, couldn't you show the same feeling?
"Cut the nonsense!"
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit stopped bickering with him this time and drank in a deep voice.
"Hey, it turns out you are more anxious than me."
Yang Ningfeng smiled!
His consciousness was released and his body shook slightly. He had already given up control of his body and once again let the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit perform.
The ability of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit to absorb the energy of crystal stones is really amazing. Yang Ningfeng asked him what method he used, but the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit refused to tell him, saying that if Yang Ningfeng used his method to absorb energy, he would only
One outcome: "exploded to death.".
The speed was really fast. Dozens of topaz stones were sucked up with the force of a strong wind sweeping fallen leaves. Then the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit quit controlling the body and returned the body to Yang Ningfeng.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Ningfeng was a little nervous. The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit did give him a surprise last time. What kind of surprise will it be this time?
Yang Ningfeng really couldn't wait to know.
He stretched out his hand to grab two pieces of white crystal, and sat down cross-legged on the spot. As soon as his mind moved, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and he had already entered the blood tiger space.
As soon as he entered and glanced around, Yang Ningfeng was stunned.
"What's going on? Why hasn't there been any change?"
It's still the same red grassland, it's still the same three shabby thatched huts, and it's still the same mountain peaks of different colors. If there's one thing that's different, it's that the rocking chair the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit is sitting on feels a little bigger.
"Senior, with so much Huang Jing's energy, you, you won't just use it to fix your broken chair?" Yang Ningfeng clenched his fists. If he heard a "yes", he could guarantee that he would not be able to defeat this old man.
Guy, he has to fight him tooth and nail today.
Filling one's own pockets is definitely the most abhorrent behavior in the world! I don't care if you covet other people's things, but you can't covet mine.
"Hey, you look like this, do you want to fight with me?" The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit was lying on the rocking chair, rocking it gently, and glanced at Yang Ningfeng who was clenching his fists with extreme contempt, curled the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with disdain
.
boom!
My uncle couldn't bear it, but my aunt really couldn't bear it! Yang Ningfeng didn't say anything, and directly punched the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit with his fist.
ah!
Just as his fist was halfway out, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit waved his hand, and Yang Ningfeng flew up, then fell heavily to the ground, dust flying into the sky, and he let out a miserable cry of pain.
It was more than ten meters high, and it just fell down.
After being knocked unconscious, Yang Ningfeng was completely angry!
His eyes widened with anger, and with a movement of his feet, he rushed to the rocking chair and swung out the Tyrannosaurus Fist that had always made him steal the show with all his strength.
"ah!"
The result was still the same, it flew up again, and then fell down again.
"Young man, you still want to fight me with your three-legged cat skills, kid, please save it!"
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit simply closed his eyes, and when Yang Ningfeng got up and wanted to take action, he waved his hand on the table, and two iron rings appeared on the table, and then said: "Put on the bracelets and kill the monsters! Young Master
You pretended to be here, and you want to find an opportunity to fight with me, but it's still early for you! Go quickly, don't embarrass me here!"
"hey-hey!"
Yang Ningfeng was no longer angry, scratched his head and smiled stupidly. He stepped forward and said with a shameless smile: "You really know everything like a god, and I can't hide anything from you. My admiration for you is really so overwhelming."
The river water...what’s the use of this thing?”
Saying that, he reached for the iron ring.
"Huh?"
As soon as he raised his hand, Yang Ningfeng immediately let out a surprised sound.
These two iron rings don't look inconspicuous or big, but they are extremely heavy to acquire.
"Hey, hey, don't underestimate these iron rings. Each one weighs thirty kilograms." The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit said without opening his eyes.
"Thirty kilograms? Those two are sixty kilograms. If you ask me to take these two things to kill monsters, aren't you asking me to die?" Yang Ningfeng immediately screamed.
"Making such a fuss will only make me despise you. Do you want to practice swordsmanship?" The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit opened his eyes and said angrily.
"Yes, of course I do." Yang Ningfeng nodded quickly. Defeating Luo Lie with a sword is what he wants to do the most right now. But didn't he agree that he would have to wait until he was promoted to the rank of a master to learn it?
"That's it! Sixty pounds is nothing. When you wear these two iron rings and you can move as usual, you will have to add more! Although you have to wait until you reach the master level to practice swordsmanship, you have already
It's reached the point where a breakthrough is possible at any time, so you can start some training before practicing the sword now. Anyway, don't ask anything now, don't worry, if you want to practice sword, just put it on, if you don't want to practice, just pull it off. "
After the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit finished speaking, he closed his eyes and once again hummed his song whose content Yang Ningfeng never knew.
"Just wear it..."
Seeing that the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit didn't want to talk to him anymore, Yang Ningfeng snorted, then muttered and put on the two iron rings one by one.
After he put it on, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit couldn't wait to send him away as if he didn't want to see him around.
"You want me to kill a seventh-level demon beast?"
Yang Ningfeng felt strange when he saw that he had arrived at Mount Huang. It was too unchallenging to kill a monster with a seventh-level warrior strength?
Roar!
The familiar demon wolf beast appeared, roaring, and rushed towards him with great ferocity.
"No, this aura is definitely not the strength of a seventh-level scholar, it's completely that of a ninth-level scholar... Has it been changed?"
Looking at the approaching demon wolf beast, he felt the ferocious aura rushing toward him, and his eyes suddenly opened. He finally knew that the mountain was still this mountain, but in fact the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit had already made the demonic beast here stronger.
Adjustment.
However, it was now extremely easy for Yang Ningfeng to deal with the demonic beasts of the ninth rank, so when he saw the demonic wolf beast charging at him, he shook his fist disapprovingly without even thinking about it.
"Holy shit!"
But as soon as he raised his fist, his hands felt extremely heavy. As soon as he raised his fist halfway, the demon wolf beast's claws had already grabbed his chest, and then tore it apart with great force.
With an angry curse, Yang Ningfeng could only accept the reality of being resurrected.
"With this iron ring, my punching speed has been slowed down by more than half."
After resurrecting, Yang Ningfeng recalled what had just happened with a bitter look on her face.
But he knew that the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit letting him practice wearing these two iron guys would definitely be of great benefit to the swordsmanship he would practice in the future.
Even though the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit usually likes to quarrel with him, Yang Ningfeng actually knows deep down in his heart that the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit just wants to find someone to talk to him, and to send him away, he can only live in the consciousness of others.
Just dark and boring days!
It is precisely because he understands the loneliness, boredom and depression of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit that Yang Ningfeng has great respect for the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit in his heart, but he often bickers with the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit without giving in, showing that he seems to be so
There is no respect for the elderly at all, just because he wants the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit to live a happy life.
How could the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit not know this? Therefore, he never blamed Yang Ningfeng for being rude to him sometimes.
"In order to learn the sword, I fought hard! I just died more times. Brother, it's not like I haven't tried it before..."
Yang Ningfeng has never been the kind of person to back away from difficulties and be afraid of hardship. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and then turned around. He knew that the demon wolf beast was about to appear.
Sure enough, just when he turned around, the demon wolf beast roared and rushed towards him again...