Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 293 Blue Sky Island

"I can't be called a master. It's just that my physique is different from ordinary people. This time I encountered a catastrophe, and I can be regarded as a survivor." Yang Xuan smiled and asked: "May I ask the old man, what is this place?"

After he entered the void passage, he was unconscious, so naturally he didn't know where he was.

"This is Bikong Island." The old man replied.

"Bikong Island?" Yang Xuan was startled, he had never heard of Bikong Island at all, but he heard the faint sound of waves outside, and knew that he must have come to a certain sea area.

"Our place is remote, so it's normal if I haven't heard of it."

"I don't know which sea area this blue sky island is located in?"

"Uh, our Blue Sky Island is an inconspicuous island in the Eastern Sea."

"Dongming Sea, this is the Dongming Sea Area!?" Yang Xuan was dumbfounded. He has been a man for two lifetimes, and he still has some understanding of the geographical environment of the Shenwu Continent. To say the least, there are millions of miles away, and hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Sea of ​​Stars.

It was only half an hour in the crack of the void, and it was a miracle that he came to Dongming sea area in the blink of an eye.

"Brother shouldn't be from our Dongming sea area, right?"

"No, I'm from far away."

"Hey, our Dongming sea area is not peaceful recently, so let's leave as soon as my little brother recovers from his injury."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan was about to ask the reason, when he saw Hutou running in with a dilapidated pottery bowl.

"Brother, you are injured, you can't eat too meaty things, just drink some porridge first, and when you recover from your injury, I will grill fish for you." Hutou came to the bedside and handed the pottery bowl to Yang Xuan In front of him, he said sensiblely.

"Tiger head is so good, my brother will teach you martial arts in a few days." Yang Xuan took the pottery bowl with a smile, and found that there was more than half a bowl of rice porridge in it, and a little cooked fish in it, exuding a pleasant aroma. People's appetite is greatly increased.

"Brother, you, are you really willing to teach me martial arts!?" Hutou was very happy, jumping up and down, his big eyes sparkling.

Martial arts are prevalent in the mainland, and those children from prominent families have started to torture their bodies since they were young. Although Hutou is young now, he has barely reached the stage of laying the foundation. The so-called tall buildings rise from the ground, and the foundation determines the achievement of a warrior. .

"Of course, I mean what I say." Yang Xuan nodded with a smile, but it was just teaching a child how to practice martial arts.

"The porridge is a bit hot, brother, drink it slowly."

"fine."

Yang Xuan was not afraid of being hot, so he raised his head and gulped a few sips, only to feel that his mouth was full of saliva, and the taste was excellent.

On the side, Hutou couldn't hide his excitement, he grabbed the old man's right arm and shook it: "Grandpa, my brother taught me martial arts. When I grow up, I will be able to find my parents and help you fight off those bad guys."

Yang Xuan finished his porridge, looked up at the old man, and asked hesitantly, "Old man, are Tiger Head his parents?"

"Well, to be honest, the child's parents were captured by the warriors of the Xiaoyao Sect half a year ago."

"Why do the warriors of Xiaoyaozong want to arrest people?"

"I don't know about this either. It is said that I went to work in Xiaoyaozong. I have a monthly salary of one hundred taels of silver. I can come back after half a year. But now that the half-year deadline has passed, I haven't seen anyone coming back. I don't know... "

Speaking of this, a look of sadness appeared on the old man's face, and he couldn't continue speaking.

"Grandpa, I, are my parents not coming back?" Hutou choked up.

"Don't cry, child, your parents will come back, they will definitely come back." The old man quickly hugged the tiger's head in his arms.

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Xuan felt a little sad, he understood that Hutou's parents might have passed away long ago.

"It's getting late, brother, let's go to bed early." After the old man said, he suppressed the grief in his heart, and said to Hutou: "Hutou, you should go back to sleep, don't disturb brother's recovery."

"Okay, Grandpa." Hu Tou nodded, said goodnight to Yang Xuan, and then helped the old man slowly out of the thatched cottage.

"Xiaoyaozong?"

Yang Xuan chanted this name, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, although he didn't know why Xiaoyaozong caught his parents with the tiger head, but it would not be a good thing if he thought about it.

For the next time, Yang Xuan was meditating in the room and adjusting his breath. He was severely injured in the crack of the void.

After eating a drop of the fountain of life, in just three days, his injuries were completely healed, his whole body became alive and well, and the true essence in the sea of ​​energy even improved a bit, reaching the peak of the ninth heaven in the Vientiane Realm, and it won't take long One day can break through to the tenth heaven of the Vientiane Realm.

In the early morning of this day, when the sky was just bright, Yang Xuan came out of the thatched cottage.

Outside the house is a small courtyard, the courtyard is not big, and the courtyard wall is a stone wall made of yellow mud mixed with stones. Due to the relationship of disrepair for a long time, there are many cracks on the wall.

"Morning brother."

"Well, the tiger head is also early."

After saying hello to the tiger head in the yard, Yang Xuan didn't delay and started to teach the tiger head martial arts.

Hutou is not very old, but he has a good memory. Yang Xuan slowed down and punched a set of Songhe Wantao Fist, and Hutou memorized half of the moves.

Songhe Wantao Boxing is not an ancient body-training secret art, but it is also an extremely powerful body-training boxing art. There are ninety-nine and 81 moves. Each move is different and varied. It takes at least half a month for ordinary people to learn it. However, it will take three and a half months if you want to master and even learn the essence of it, and thoroughly grasp the connotation of this boxing technique.

But now, Hutou actually memorized the first half and was able to type it out. Although the movement was a bit jerky and clumsy, it was finished after all.

This kind of talent is enough to surprise Yang Xuan. You must know that Hutou is only eight years old this year, and an eight-year-old boy is in the stage of ignorance. He can learn Songhe Wantao boxing in such a short period of time. Half, definitely called a genius.

The old man was sitting on a short stone bench not far away, smoking a long cigarette. Seeing that his grandson was learning well, he couldn't help showing a smile on his face. He wanted to make the tiger head practice martial arts long ago. But because of Hutou's parents, the matter has been put on hold.

Time passed slowly, Yang Xuan taught by example, and used the Songhe Wantao Fist three times in total, Hutou memorized all the moves and was able to practice on his own.

"Tiger head is not bad, practice hard, brother will teach you how to practice sword tomorrow."

"Brother, I don't want to practice swords."

"Oh, so what do you want to practice?"

"I want to practice knives."

"why?"

"Well, practicing knives can help grandpa chop wood."

"Hutou is so filial, my brother will teach you how to practice swords tomorrow!" Yang Xuan smiled and let Hutou practice boxing on his own, while he turned around and came to the old man, talking to the old man in a low voice.

During the conversation, Yang Xuan gained a deeper understanding of Bikong Island.

Bikong Island, one of the countless islands in the Dongming sea area, is a small island the size of a sesame seed, with a radius of tens of miles. According to the old man, although Bikong Island is small, it used to be a lively fishing village.

But just half a year ago, everything changed. A large number of young fishermen were killed and caught by Xiaoyaozong warriors. Only the old, weak, sick, and young children were left to depend on each other. The total population was less than 300.

"Old man, what is the strength of Xiaoyaozong?" Yang Xuan asked.

"Well, Xiaoyaozong is a great sect in our Dongming sea area. It is said that there are tens of thousands of disciples alone. Since more than half a year ago, Xiaoyaozong has been arresting people everywhere in the sphere of influence, saying It is to work in Xiaoyaozong, as for what to do, the old man does not know."

"Don't worry, old man, if Hutou's parents are still alive, I will definitely bring them back to you."

"Brother, please don't, the Xiaoyao Sect is powerful, and you can't provoke it."

"It's okay, I know it well, by the way, what are the names of Hutou's parents?"

……

The next day, in the courtyard, Yang Xuan began to teach Hutou how to practice swords.

Swordsmanship and swordsmanship have the same effect, and Yang Xuan taught them with ease.

After a long time, after teaching a set of basic sword skills, Yang Xuan put away the sword and stood up, with a serious face, he said: "The sword is the master of soldiers, and it is extremely fierce.

After finishing speaking, he asked, "Do you remember?"

"Brother, I remember everything." Hutou nodded heavily, and his immature face was full of determination. Although he was young, he could tell that the big brother in front of him was a master, and he also regarded Yang Xuan as a master in his heart. Idol.

"Just remember, I hope you can be a good man who can stand up to heaven and earth in the future." Yang Xuan said loudly.

……

That night, when the sun was setting, Yang Xuan was playing with Hutou in the small courtyard, when he saw the old man running in from outside sweating profusely, and said anxiously to Hutou, "Hutou, hurry up and hide in the cellar." , remember, no matter what happens outside, you don't come out."

"Don't panic, old man, tell me, what happened?" Yang Xuan asked.

"Brother, you also go hide in the cellar with this tiger head, or it will be too late." The old man urged.

"Hey, there's no need to hide, it's too late." A sinister laughter came from outside, accompanied by rustling footsteps. Yang Xuan listened carefully and deduced that the people who came should be warriors, and their cultivation base would not be too high. Low.

Soon, the wooden door of the yard shattered with a slam, sawdust flying, and a group of eight men walked in aggressively.

"Grandpa, he is a bad guy. The bad guys who took away parents are here." Hutou has a good memory, pointing at the leading man in red and shouted.

"Damn it, who does the brat say is the bad guy?" The man in red frowned fiercely, he looked about 25 or [-] years old, he was neither tall nor short, he was missing half of his left ear, and there was a lump on his left cheek The terrifying scar, his appearance is quite ugly, but his cultivation level is not low, he has the sixth level of the Vientiane Realm.

Behind him, seven young men in their twenties stood in a row, all of them armed with knives and sabers. Their cultivation bases were low at the third level of the Real Astral Realm and high at the second level of the Vientiane Realm. Everyone exuded a strong evil spirit. , It can be seen that there are many murders.

(End of this chapter)