"Well, I know what to do."
It is not yet known what the other party's intention was in rescuing him, and it is also unknown what the other party's identity is.
Therefore, Yang Feng did not act rashly, but chose to adapt to circumstances.
Neither Mr. Wang nor the man in khaki robes who came to rescue him were far beyond what he could match now.
Therefore, the wisest way is to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.
"That's very good. I don't want to bother with your business. I'm going to rest first. Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do. Don't come to me if you have something to do."
To be honest, Canxian is really worried that one day, his old bones will fall apart sooner or later by Yang Feng.
"Mr. Wang, I'm afraid I can't agree to this. By the way, I hope Mr. Wang can keep my identity a secret."
The one-armed old man glanced at Yang Feng, who was leaning on Yang Xiuxian's shoulder, and nodded slightly in agreement.
"Brother Yang, I ask you to think more about the Netherworld Cliff matter. As for the unknown martial art, I can't make the decision. Everything must be done according to the rules of the martial arts arena."
Mr. Wang did not force Yang Xiuxian to give him an immediate reply, because he understood mentally that the matter at Netherworld Cliff was not trivial, so he left enough time for Yang Xiuxian.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your understanding. I will consider this matter, and then my 'silly son' will be left in the care of Mr. Wang."
While talking, Yang Xiuxian entrusted Yang Feng, who was leaning on his shoulder, to Mr. Wang.
"Haha! Don't worry, brother Yang, your master's temper is quite to my liking."
The one-armed old Wang took Yang Feng, but Yang Feng, who had been sleeping for a long time, took advantage of the situation and opened his eyes.
"I, I'm not dead? Where am I?"
Yang Feng's acting skills are at the level of a movie actor.
In order to make these two powerful men who were eager to see him unable to see any flaws, he used his acting skills to the extreme.
"Haha! Little brother Yang, you are really lucky. Thanks to the strong man in front of you, otherwise your life would be over!"
Mr. Wang concealed Yang Xiuxian's true identity and deliberately pretended not to know Yang Xiuxian.
It has to be said that the two of them are meeting great talents, and both of them have equal acting skills.
"Mr. Wang, I don't agree. Why won't he be punished for breaking the rules of the martial arts arena, while we will be punished if we break the rules of the martial arts arena."
Douhuang was the first to jump out and fight against the injustice, looking at Yang Xiuxian who stayed in the martial arts arena peacefully.
Said angrily.
"Oh, Douhuang, do you have any opinions?"
"I don't dare. I am just fighting for the injustice of the masses."
Although Dou Huang was dissatisfied with Yang Xiuxiang, he did not dare to make a mistake in front of Mr. Wang because he was well aware of the latter's terrifying cultivation level.
In this regard, they just pointed the finger at Yang Xiuxing, thinking that Yang Xiuxing broke the rules of the martial arts arena and rescued people.
Forcibly intervene in other people's fights.
"I see. Then I'll give you two a chance to challenge each other. What do you think?"
Mr. Wang turned his attention to Dou Huang.
Anyone could tell that Mr. Wang was favoring Yang Xiuxian, but they could only watch helplessly.
Is it funny to have a one-on-one duel with Yang Xiuxian? You must know that Yang Xiuxian is a ruthless person who can defeat the three major gamblers.
To challenge him in a one-on-one battle was to seek death.
Everyone in the audience was speechless. As for Dou Huang himself, his face was even uglier than if he had eaten shit.
"Mr. Wang, I...I..."
"I have no opinion."
Yang Xiuxian took the lead and spoke clearly and neatly.
"Douhuang, do you have anything else to say? If not, just retreat."
Mr. Wang has given Douhuang a lot of face here. If it had been anyone else, this one-on-one duel would have been inevitable.
"If you don't dare, just retreat. Don't be an eyesore here."
Yang Xiuxian is not like Mr. Wang, and he is somewhat concerned about Dou Huang's face.
In Yang Xiuxian's world, only the strong have the right to speak. As for the weak, they are not even qualified to stand in front of him.
"Please ask Mr. Wang to kill this beast. Douhuang is willing to be a slave for life and follow Mr. Wang and serve him."
Douhuang was really angry. He knelt down on one knee and begged Mr. Wang to take action.
Everyone in the audience was trembling.
The relationship between the three major gamblers and the owner of the Gambling Stone Shop is not a master-servant relationship, but a relationship between an employer and an employee.
Once a master-servant contract is signed, it means that one will lose his freedom for life.
"Douhuang, you have to think clearly. Once you sign the master-servant contract, you will lose your freedom for life."
"That's right! Those who are strong in Douhuang's cultivation are respected. Let's endure today's humiliation for the time being, and the future will be long."
Ji Tian and Wu Yao spoke out to dissuade him.
"Wu Yao, Ji Tian, I know that you are doing my best, but this person has repeatedly insulted me, which is unbearable for a scholar, not to mention that you have also seen that he has the inheritance of the true dragon soul. Even if I live a poor life, It’s also hard to compare.
If not in this way, there may be no hope of revenge in this life. "
Dou Huang's heart was like a mirror at the moment. The figure in front of him, wearing a khaki robe and carrying a dragon soul gun, had become the inner demon of his cultivation. If he did not get rid of it, his cultivation would stop here.
This was the only way he could think of to solve the problem of Yang Xiuxian in front of him.
"Douhuang, why are you doing this? Do you know that with the physical training in front of you, even if I don't use my full strength, it's difficult to defeat him. Do you want to kill him? It would be fine if you kill him, but if you let him escape, there will be endless troubles in the future. ."
Wang Lao Chuanyin said to Dou Huang on the side that after all, the other party had worked under him for so many years, and there was no credit but hard work. He did not want the other party to destroy his future.
"Mr. Wang, is it really so terrifying?"
Dou Huang took a deep look at Yang Xiuxing, who was standing with his hands behind his back, a calm expression on his face.
The message came again.
"Taoist Cangque, have you heard of it?"
Mr. Wang did not answer Dou Huang's question, but asked him in return.
"Taoist Cangque, a veteran of Zhuxian University, once single-handedly blocked hundreds of powerful beings?!"
Taoist Cangque.
It is an "immortal"-like existence in the hearts of every generation of immortal cultivators.
Almost every immortal cultivator dreams of becoming an invincible existence like Cang Que.
Including Dou Huang in his youth, he was also arrogant and regarded Taoist Cang Que as the goal he would pursue in his life.
However, the journey of cultivating immortals is not as simple as it is said. Spiritual roots and understanding are indispensable. Sometimes the difference is the difference.
Later, Dou Huang became successful in his cultivation, but when he also encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, Cang Que's figure was forgotten in a corner by him.
"And the man in front of you who is carrying the Dragon Soul Spear is Cang Que's only disciple. His level of physical cultivation has been rare in ancient times. It is not an exaggeration to even be called the number one person in astral cultivation in Great Xia. And there is the Holy Beast Dragon Soul. Protect the body, and given time, it is not impossible to survive the catastrophe."
Wang Lao patiently explained to Dou Huang, hoping to untie his knot, and "terrorists" like Yang Xiuxian could only be friends with him.
It must not be an enemy.
Although Douhuang has no ambitions, he is indeed very shrewd. He has already extracted useful information from the few words Mr. Wang just said.
Surviving another heavenly tribulation means that Yang Xiuxian is a person who has survived one heavenly tribulation but managed to survive.
In the 5,000-year-old civilization of Daxia Star, there has never been a story about someone who failed to survive the Heavenly Tribulation, survived, and was able to survive the second Heavenly Tribulation.
It is simply unheard of. Once this news is released, who can sit still among all the forces?
To be able to withstand the catastrophe, without losing all cultivation, but to start practicing again, there is only one possibility, and that is the "magic pill", which has miraculous effects and can protect the soul.
Thinking secretly, Dou Huang felt a strong jealousy in his heart. How could he, a native, have such unparalleled opportunities, while he could only pick up what others left behind.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang, for the tip. Douhuang understands what to do."
Dou Huang said with a smile.
After taking a look at the murderous intent hidden in Dou Huang's eyes, Mr. Wang could only shake his head slightly and said to himself: "I hope you can really wake up, otherwise I won't be able to protect you by then."
Mr. Wang turned to Yang Xiuxian and said: "The fighting has officially begun!"
To be honest, even Mr. Wang himself is full of expectations for Yang Xiuxian's martial arts.
Yang Feng also noticed that Dou Huang had a lot of grudges with the man carrying the Silver Dragon Spear, and was worried that Dou Huang would hold a grudge against him.
Now his strength is still far behind Douhuang, and the feeling Douhuang gives him is even more terrifying than Fu Yu.
If the other party gives him small shoes, he may have no choice but to be at their mercy.
"good!"
Yang Xiuxian held the dragon soul gun in his hand and jumped down from the volley step.
And Yang Feng was also sent to the audience by Mr. Wang.
"Young boy Yang, then Douhuang, you'd better be smart and don't get killed secretly."
Canxian couldn't help but remind him aloud, and at the same time secretly lamented that this boy Yang was a troublemaker. Ever since he was awakened, the trouble had never stopped.
The key is that he still needs to take action. He doesn't have much mana left. He can't recover it at all in this Daxia star. He needs to use less.
If Yang Feng continues like this, Bao Buqi will have to burp before he leaves this planet.
"Don't worry, I keep a low profile, I'll just be obscene and mature."
Yang Feng also knew that Dou Huang's strength should not be underestimated. Even if he had the power of desolation, it would be impossible for the weak to defeat the strong.
After all, there lies the gap between the two.
While he was chatting with Canxian, Yang Xiuxing had appeared in front of the Lingkong steps.
On the other side, in front of the volleying steps, was a huge, feathered eagle with murderous intent in its eyes.
Phew!
Phew!
The cry is breathtaking.
Then he flapped his wings and flew.
The whole body is colorful, resembling the legendary phoenix.
"The five colors | the golden eagle?! The five colors | the golden eagle among the demon clan."
Just as the colorful | golden eagle flapped its wings and soared, everyone could see the colorful feathers under its wings.
At the same time, he was recognized by many knowledgeable people.
Wucai｜Golden Eagle is a member of the bird-like demon race. He is born noble and full of pride, so he has always retained his demon body for training.
It was trapped here thousands of years ago, and only now can it be seen again.
One can imagine how much hatred he has for the human race.
Bloodline: The bloodline of a sixth-grade spiritual beast. The strength of the physical body is comparable to the second-level physical cultivation of the Yijin Realm. The speed is extremely fast. After stimulating the power of the bloodline, the combat power of the cultivation is close to that of a Dzogchen monk in the Golden Core Stage.
The leader of the eagle-like monster clan, his body is covered with feathers that are comparable to spiritual weapons, and his special move is to fire thousands of arrows at once.
Tens of thousands of feathers comparable to spiritual weapons turned into arrows and fell from the sky. Ordinary Golden Core Stage monks were unable to resist.
After learning that the opponent he was facing was Wucai|Golden Eagle, Yang Xiuxian also stopped looking down upon him.
