Chatper 580 (1/2)

"too crazy!"

In the flying boat, except for Ye Feiyang, who was slightly better, the rest of the people either widened their eyes or opened their mouths, and all their faces were full of shock.

Even before the war started, Yang Xuan opened his mouth and scolded the seven elders of Heifengzhai for being dog slaves, which filled the hatred all at once.

One can imagine how ferocious the seven people will be when the battle breaks out. It is estimated that they will have the heart to swallow Yang Xuan alive.

"It's just unremarkable!"

"Elders, kill this kid and avenge our dead brother."

In the distance, the eyes of the fleeing Heifengzhai warriors were red, and they were all filled with righteous indignation.

"What's the noise, do you want to play with me again?"

The baby snorted in dissatisfaction, and the eloquent voice came from the Feitian boat, which immediately caused the black wind village warriors to change color, and the various voices stopped abruptly.

Everyone seemed to be strangled by a pair of invisible big hands, and they dared not let half a fart come out of their mouths, fearing that the baby would kill them with a flying boat.

For them, the flying boat is a big killer. No matter how many people they are, it is difficult to resist the collision of this big guy, who will die.

"Boy, your mouth stinks too much."

"If this son is not removed, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart."

"Zhaizhu, this son deserves a thousand deaths, let his subordinates kill him."

The elders of the seven Heifengzhai roared with rage, and a hot-tempered Heifengzhai Divine Power Realm elder couldn't bear it anymore, and said to Jiu Mingkong below, vowing to kill Yang Xuan to vent his anger.

"This kid will be dealt with by this seat, you don't move."

Jiu Mingkong spoke, staring at Yang Xuan while guarding against Yun Lanfeng who was not far away.

"I'm standing here, but it depends on how you deal with me."

Yang Xuan's face did not change, he lowered his head and looked at Jiu Mingkong.

"Boy, I have to say that you are really crazy, but you have to look at people. If you are presumptuous in front of me, Jiu Mingkong, your fate is destined to be miserable."

Jiu Mingkong said gloomily.

"What a great prestige!"

Yun Lanfeng chuckled and said sarcastically, "Jiu Mingkong, ah, Jiu Mingkong, you are still the master of a village, do you only have the ability to threaten a junior?"

"Shut up, this has nothing to do with you."

Jiu Mingkong said angrily.

"I'm nosy, what can you do to me?"

Although Yun Lanfeng was seriously injured, his words were quite strong.

"Your Excellency must be the owner of Yunlan Valley, right?"

Yang Xuan looked at Yun Lanfeng and clasped his fists slightly.

"I am Yun Lanfeng, I don't know what to call the young hero?"

Yun Lanfeng clasped his fists in return and asked with a smile.

"Junior Yang Xuan."

"It turned out to be Yang Xuan and Yang Shaoxia."

Yun Lanfeng smiled and praised without hesitation: "Yang Shaoxia can have such a cultivation level at a young age, and in the future, he will surely rise to the world and shake the past and the present."

"Are there still few geniuses in our Wild Ancient Continent, but 90% of them died prematurely."

Jiu Mingkong interrupted with cold words, the top priority is to take down Yang Xuan and snatch the flying boat, but he has no time to listen to the nonsense of the two.

After saying a word, his sharp eyes stared at Yang Xuan, and said: "Boy, it's not that this seat looks down on you. With your cultivation base and a Shenzhou to show off your power, you will attract more strongmen sooner or later. If the Lord doesn’t say it, you will also lose your life because of it.”

"Listen to what you said, I will give you the Shenzhou, and you will be merciful and kill me?"

"You are very smart. As long as you are willing to hand over the Shenzhou, this seat will not only spare you from dying, but will also accept you as a personal disciple, and pass on your supreme skills. In the future, I will abdicate, and you will be in charge of Heifengzhai."

Jiu Mingkong nodded, with the attitude that I accept you as my disciple, that you have taken advantage of the sky.

Hearing Jiu Mingkong's words, Yang Xuanqing couldn't help laughing.

Since his debut, he has three masters in total, the war king Yi Wuya and the half-step emperor Feng Qingyang, not to mention the Tianshu God of the Sword God Palace, who can kill Jiu Mingkong with a single blow.

This is by no means an exaggeration. After all, Tianshu Shenjun is the disciple of the sword god Gu Tongxuan. Although he has not yet become the most powerful Sword Executioner, killing Jiu Mingkong is easy and effortless.

However, what is ridiculous is that Jiu Mingkong actually opened his mouth to accept him as a disciple, and even said that he wanted to pass on his supreme skills.

Fortunately, this is in the ancient continent. If it is in the sacred continent or the Shenwu continent, Jiu Mingkong does not know how many people will laugh off his teeth and scold him for being overly powerful.

"why are you laughing?"

Jiu Mingkong didn't look good. Although he couldn't understand why Yang Xuan was smiling, he read a faint sarcasm and disdain from Yang Xuan's smile.

Others were puzzled when they saw Yang Xuan's inexplicable smile, especially Heifengzhai warriors.

Although Yang Xuan undoubtedly suffered a loss by handing over the flying boat, if he could learn from their village masters as his teacher, he would also be able to learn many powerful secret skills, and in the future he would even be able to take charge of Heifeng Village and become the master of a dignified village.

Seeing that Yang Xuan didn't say a word, but just smiled to himself, Jiu Mingkong became angry and shouted: "Boy, what are you laughing at?"