Eternal Demon King

"I can't be called a master. It's just that my physique is different from ordinary people. This time I have suffered a catastrophe, and I can be considered to survive." Yang Xuan smiled and asked, "I dare to ask the old man, where is this place?"

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

"This is Blue Sky Island." The old man replied.

"Blue Sky Island?" Yang Xuan was startled, he had never heard of Blue Sky Island at all, but when he heard the faint sound of waves outside, he also understood that he had probably arrived at a certain sea area.

"We are in a remote place here, it's normal for my little brother to have never 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 East Sea."

"Dongminghai, this is the Dongming Sea!?" Yang Xuan was stunned. He has been a man of two generations, and he still has some understanding of the geographical environment of the Shenwu Continent. He knows that the Dongming Sea is located in the vast ocean in the extreme east of the continent, and is far from Zhongzhou. Not to mention, it is millions of miles away, and it is also hundreds of thousands of miles away from the sea of ​​stars.

It was only half an hour in the void crack, but it was a miracle that he actually came to the East Sea Sea Area in a blink of an eye.

"My little brother shouldn't be from our Dongming Sea Area, right?"

"No, I'm from far away."

"Hey, our Dongming sea area is not very peaceful recently, and the little brother should leave as soon as he is healed."

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

"Brother, you are injured and you can't eat anything too meaty. Just drink some porridge first. When you are healed, I will grill fish for you to eat." Hutou came to the bed and handed the pottery bowl to Yang Xuan In front of him, he said wisely.

"The tiger's head is really 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 there was also a little cooked fish. People's appetite increased.

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

Martial arts are prevalent in mainland China. Those children of prominent family backgrounds have been battling their bodies since childhood. Although Hutou is young now, he has barely reached the stage of laying the foundation. The so-called high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and the foundation determines the achievement of a warrior. .

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

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

"fine."

Yang Xuan was not afraid of being scalded, raised his head and gulped a few sips, only to feel that his mouth was full of saliva and the taste was very good.

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

After Yang Xuan finished drinking the porridge, he looked up at the old man and asked hesitantly, "Old man, Hutou's parents?"

"Oh, to be honest, the child's parents were arrested by the warriors of Xiaoyao Sect more than half a year ago."

"Why do the warriors of Xiaoyao Sect arrest people?"

"I don't know about this either. It is said that I went to work in the Xiaoyao Sect. I have a monthly salary of 100 taels of silver, and I can come back after half a year. "

Speaking of this, there was a trace of sadness on the old man's face, and he couldn't speak any more.

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

"Don't cry, child, your parents will come back, they will definitely come back." The old man hurriedly put 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 were probably long gone.

"It's getting late, brother, let's rest early." The old man said, holding back the grief in his heart, and said to Hutou: "Hutou, you should go back to sleep too, don't disturb the little brother to recover."

"Okay, Grandpa." Hutou nodded, said good night to Yang Xuan, and then helped the old man out of the thatched cottage slowly.

"Xiaoyao Sect?"

Yang Xuan said the name in his mouth, and there was a cold light in his eyes. Although he didn't know why Xiaoyao Sect grabbed the tiger's head and his parents, it would not be a good thing to think about.

For the next time, Yang Xuan was meditating in the room to adjust his breath. He was severely injured in the crack of the void. It can be said that he died in a lifetime.

After eating a drop of the Fountain of Life, in just three days, his injuries were completely healed. It will be able to break through to the tenth heaven of the Vientiane Realm in one day.

This morning, when the sky was just bright, Yang Xuan came out of the thatched hut.

Outside the house is a small courtyard. The courtyard is not large. The walls of the courtyard are stone walls made of yellow mud mixed with stones. Because of the disrepair, there are many cracks on the walls.

"Morning brother."

"Well, the tiger head is early too."

After saying hello to Hutou in the yard, Yang Xuan did not delay and began to teach Hutou martial arts.

Hutou is not very old, but his memory is very good. Yang Xuan slowed down and played a set of Songhe Wantao Boxing. Hutou actually remembered half of the moves.

Songhe Wantao Boxing is not an ancient body refining secret technique, but it is also an extremely powerful body refining boxing technique. There are 9981 moves in total. For most of the month, it would take three and a half months to master and even learn the essence of this martial art.

But now, Hutou actually remembered the first half and was able to type it out. Although his movements were a bit jerky and clumsy, he 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 at the stage of being ignorant. He can learn Songhe Wantao in such a short period of time. Half of it is definitely a genius.

The old man was sitting on a low stone bench not far away, smoking a dry cigarette. Seeing that his grandson was doing well, he couldn't help but smile on his face. He wanted Hutou to practice martial arts for a long time. But because of Hutou's parents, things have been put on hold.

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

"The tiger's head is good, practice hard, my brother will teach you 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 really filial, my brother will teach you how to practice knives tomorrow!" Yang Xuan smiled and let Hutou practice his own boxing. He turned around and came to the old man's side, and whispered to the old man.

During the conversation, Yang Xuan had a relatively in-depth understanding of Bikong Island.

Bikong Island, a small island the size of a sesame seed among the countless islands in the East Sea, has a radius of dozens 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 the warriors of the Xiaoyao Sect. Only the old, weak, sick, and young children were left to live together, and the total population was less than 300 people.

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

"Hey, the Xiaoyao Sect is a major sect in our East Sea Sea Area. It is said that there are tens of thousands of disciples under the sect alone. Since more than half a year ago, the Xiaoyao Sect has no idea what happened, and has been arresting people everywhere in the sphere of influence, saying I went to work in the Xiaoyao Sect, and 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."

"Don't do it, little brother, that Xiaoyao Sect is powerful, but you can't provoke it."

"It doesn't matter, I know it in my heart. 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 the sword.

Swordsmanship and swordsmanship have the same effect, and Yang Xuan is also very familiar with it.

After a long time, after a basic set of sword techniques was taught, Yang Xuan put the sword back and stood up, with a serious expression on his face: "The sword is the tyrant of the army, and it is unparalleled in strength, and the sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers.

After speaking, he asked, "Remember?"

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

"Just remember, I hope you can be a good man in the future." Yang Xuan said loudly.

...

That night, 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 anxiously said 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.

"Little brother, you also go to the cellar with this tiger head to hide, otherwise it will be too late." The old man urged.

"Hey, don't hide, it's too late." A yin and yang laughter came from outside, accompanied by rustling footsteps, Yang Xuan listened carefully and deduced, and knew that the people who came should be warriors, and the cultivation base would not be too high. Low.

Soon, the wooden door of the yard slammed into pieces, sawdust flying, and a group of eight men walked in aggressively.

"Grandpa, he's a bad guy. The bad guy who took away his parents is here." Hutou's memory is very good, and he pointed at the man in red at the head and shouted.

"Damn, who is the bad boy?" The red-clothed man frowned and said fiercely. He was about twenty-five or six years old. He was neither tall nor short. He was missing half of his left ear. There is a terrifying scar, and his appearance is quite ugly, but his cultivation is not low, and he has the Sixth Heaven of Vientiane Realm.

Behind him, seven young men in their twenties stood in a row, all with swords and swords. , it can be seen that there are many murders.