Taishang patriarch crawled out of the tomb

Chapter 10 Master's Hand, Well Maintained
Wei Chungui's movements are very skilled, and he obviously often messes with hairstyles.

In less than half a stick of incense, washing, cutting, blowing, and setting, a set of procedures has been completed.

Yang Heng's hairstyle has become a back-cut.

Looking in the mirror, Yang Heng smiled with satisfaction. He was even more domineering than Chow Yun-fat in his previous life. With his eyes and temperament, he really looked like a proper boss.

"Oh! My boy, your skills are amazing! You are indeed the man who will wipe out the stars in the sky with a blade of grass in the future!"

Yang Heng praised without hesitation.

Although this villain always wanted to slash him with a knife, he was no match for him at the moment. The combat power of this villain was beyond the charts, so he had to coax him and stabilize him.

Don't be reckless!
And beside.

Hearing Yang Heng's words, Wei Chungui couldn't help shortness of breath, rapid heartbeat, and uncontrollable light in his eyes.

"In the future, I will wipe out the stars with a blade of grass in my hand!"

"This old devil said that again, I really can't stand it anymore!"

"Ahhh~"

He was shaking.

Yang Heng saw the appearance of this second apprentice in the mirror, and was startled, this scoundrel must not have epilepsy.

It doesn't matter if he is crazy, but he still has a knife in his hand!
Yang Heng was worried, but he saw that Wei Chungui suddenly raised his head to take a breath of cool air. The cold wind swished in the void instantly, and the air temperature dropped sharply, like a Siberian cold current.

He calmed down instantly.

Looking up again, the eyes are as cold as water, very calm.

Yang Heng: "."

The disciple's coquettish operation made him stunned for a while.

It's not easy to fool around in the future!

"Master, come on, sit down, please stretch out your hand and let this disciple trim your nails!" Wei Chungui said with a respectful smile, flicking his knife.

Yang Heng stretched out his hand generously.

The slender, white and tender fingers had a faint luster like white jade, and when the sun shone, they were even more "beautiful".

Wei Chungui was stunned, his eyeballs dropped to the ground.

"Master, you, you, your hand?"

Yang Heng pretended to be puzzled and said, "My dear disciple, what's the matter? Is there something wrong with your teacher's hand?"

Wei Chungui shook his head hastily and said, "No, no problem."

After a pause, he muttered again in a low voice: "Master's hands are well maintained!"

He said it easily, but his mind was shaken, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

The old devil's qi and blood were dry, his body was exhausted, how could his hands be maintained so well.

I didn't notice it before, but this time I looked closely, the old devil's hands were actually whiter and tenderer than Junior Sister Xiaolu's.

"how can that be?"

"What happened to the old devil's hand?"

"Is he really exhausted?" Wei Chungui was a little confused.

Seeing the trance-like expression of the second apprentice, Yang Heng couldn't help feeling proud.

"Ginger is still old and spicy, little bastard, fighting with the ancestor, you are still a little tender, hum!"

Involuntarily, Yang Heng's two eyebrows danced a centipede dance.

very cheerful.

Wei Chungui collected his mind, bent his knees and squatted in front of Yang Heng, looking like an obedient student.

"Master, this disciple's Black Dragon Saber is fast and ruthless, and this disciple's saber technique is superb, let me trim your nails with the Black Dragon Saber?"

Wei Chungui asked respectfully.

Yang Heng smiled indifferently and nodded, "My dear boy, you can do whatever you want."

He is a little timid in other things, but he is very confident in his hands.

The most awesome part of his current body is his hands.

Wei Chungui got Yang Heng's consent and was shocked.

He grabbed Yang Heng's hand with his left hand
But when his finger touched Yang Heng's hand, Wei Chungui couldn't help shivering.

"Soft, tender, slippery, this feeling."

Wei Chungui felt that he almost lost his temper.

He thought of No. 258 in Zuichun Building in Qingyang City at the foot of the mountain.

Her hands are also soft, tender and slippery.

"Wei, calm down!"

"Now is not the time to think about that!"

He reminded himself in his heart and took a quick breath.

In an instant, a cold wind blew in the void, blowing head-on, and he calmed down instantly.

Staring at Yang Heng's hand again, Wei Chungui's eyes were as calm as water.

"Swish"

The saber in his right hand rose and quickly cut towards Yang Heng's fingernails.

"Master, the disciple is here!"

Wei Chungui yelled deliberately, and when the light of the knife was approaching, he intentionally deflected the blade and chopped at Yang Heng's finger.

His eyes were fixed on Yang Heng's, trying to see fear and tension in Yang Heng's eyes.

however.

Yang Heng squinted his eyes and smiled, his expression extremely relaxed.

It seems to be saying, chop it, chop it, chop it whatever you want, if you can cut off the old man's hand, the old man takes your surname.

Wei Chungui sneered in his heart.

"Old devil, just pretend as much as you want, and watch me chop off your fingers with one knife."

At this moment.

The knife has fallen.

"click"

There was a sound, Wei Chungui lightened his hand, looked down, and couldn't help being stunned.

I only had half of the Black Dragon Saber left, and another piece was broken.

And the old devil's fingers didn't even leave a knife mark.

"The physical body of the old devil is so strong?!"

"My black dragon knife is so fast and ruthless that it can't hurt his fingers!!!"

"Could it be that the senior brother's analysis is wrong? The Holy Land information is wrong? The old devil has no physical exhaustion, he has been pretending."

Wei Chungui was confused.

Feeling that he had discovered the incredible truth, he quietly glanced at Yang Heng, and found that his two eyebrows were dancing the centipede dance again.

Very proud and cheerful.

He couldn't help being shocked, his face turned pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain.

"Old devil, play tricks on me again!"

"Junior Sister Xiaolu is absolutely right. The old devil is an old fox with a white tail!"

"The clown is myself!"

Wei Chungui's mind was flustered, his soul was shaken, his breath was restless, and there were signs of madness.

At this moment.

Yang Heng was indeed in a wonderful mood.

Seeing that the villain was covered in cold sweat, and the situation was not good, he decided to add fire to stimulate the villain again.

It is best to let him go mad and die suddenly on the spot.

then.

With a concerned tone, he said: "My dear student, what's the matter with you? Don't scare me as a teacher, you are the man who will wipe out the stars in the sky with a blade of grass in your hand in the future!"

This sentence exploded in Wei Chungui's mind like lightning and thunder.

Hearing this, Wei Chungui couldn't help but tremble violently, his eyes lit up, and his breathing became short of breath.

The old devil said that again!
Involuntarily, great pride burst out of his chest, his energy and spirit were united, his eyes were deep and energetic, and his saber intent was spinning.

"Although the old devil is hateful and treacherous, this sentence is very correct. My surname Wei is a man who will wipe out the stars in the future with a blade of grass in his hand. How can I be defeated by the setbacks in front of me!?"

"I want to be confident, I want to work hard, I want to work hard, Ollie, Wei Chungui, you are the best!"

"One day, you will chop off the head of the old devil with one knife, and you will get what you want! Ahhh!"

this moment.

Wei Chungui wished he could raise his head to the sky and howl.

Very strange.

His mental strength has risen a bit, and his whole body has undergone a wonderful change, with mysterious light flowing through his body.

Such as reborn.

Yang Heng saw the change in himself as the second apprentice, and couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart.

"What happened, why is this scoundrel so high-spirited all of a sudden?"

"Is he Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death?"

"Or did the old man say something wrong just now?"

Yang Heng fell into deep thought.

Looking at his fingers, only the nails of the middle finger were a bit long, so Yang Heng picked up half of the black dragon knife on the ground to cut off the nails.

The blade of the black dragon collided with the fingernails, emitting little sparks.

In the end, the blade of the Black Dragon Knife was full of nicks, but his fingernails were intact.

Immortal Hand is too strong.

next to.

Wei Chungui's eyelids jumped when he saw it, and he almost couldn't hold back and ran away with his head in his arms.

Yang Heng sighed, and simply used his other hand to pick off his fingernails.

"biu~"

He flicked his hand casually, and his fingernails flew out.

A white butterfly passed by and was hit to the ground and died. A group of ants surrounded it and began to pick up the corpse.

"My dear disciple, I'm tired of being a teacher, I'm going back to rest, you continue to sharpen your knife!"

Yang Heng said with a smile, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

in situ.

Wei Chungui looked at the small half of the Black Dragon Knife, which was as short as a kitchen knife, and the corners of his mouth twitched in anger, his teeth itching with hatred.

"My top holy weapon, my fast and ruthless Black Dragon Knife, is this gone?!"

"The old devil bullies people too much! Ahhh!"

Covering his mouth and growling in a low voice, he strode away.

But after walking a few steps, he suddenly ran back as if he remembered something.

The shiny eyeballs rolled around, glancing around.

Bending over and rummaging in the grass.

"Where did the old devil's fingernails fall?"

"The old devil's hand is indestructible. The old devil's fingernails can't even be cut off by my Black Dragon Saber. This is evidence. I have to put it away and send it to the Holy Land to re-evaluate the old devil's cultivation strength."

After a while, Wei Chungui's eyes lit up, and he found Yang Heng's fingernail from a beetle's mouth.

"Hmph! Bedbugs dare to eat the fingernails of the old devil, give it to me!"

"Snapped"

He trampled the beetle to death, and proudly took away Yang Heng's fingernail.

(End of this chapter)