Eternal Demon King

"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?"

"Of course I'm laughing at you, just your cultivation level, let alone being my master, you don't have the qualifications to carry my shoes for me."

Yang Xuan couldn't bear it any longer and laughed out loud.

"What did you say!?"

Jiu Mingkong was furious. He was just a kid who had just entered the realm. He dared to humiliate himself in such a large audience.

"Thanks you are still a powerhouse at the peak of Divine Power Realm. Are your ears so hard to use? I said, you are not qualified to be my master, and you are not even qualified to carry my shoes for me."

"Damn it, didn't I cut you alive and boil it into adult oil to light the sky lantern today? It's really hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart."

"It's true that the longer you practice, the more you can't hold your breath. You are so excited. You are not seriously injured now. You should take a good rest first. After I have dealt with your seven subordinates, it will not be too late for you to kill me again."

As soon as these words came out, many Yunlan Valley warriors were all dumbfounded.

This black-robed youth named Yang Xuan doesn't know what's going on. He doesn't seem to be too old, and he is really not arrogant when he speaks. He actually threatened to clean up the seven Heifengzhai Divine Power Realm elders first, and then return to Turn around to clean up Jiu Mingkong.

Don't look at what Yang Xuan said, it's not too late to kill me again, but no one is an idiot, so how can they not hear that it's ironic.

It's just that although Jiu Mingkong is injured now, the thin and dead camel is bigger than a horse, and it is not something that Yang Xuan, a martial artist who has just entered the world, can compete.

Not to mention confrontation, it's hard to say whether it can catch Jiu Mingkong's move.

In addition, the seven Heifengzhai elders are all strong in the realm of divine power, and since their debut, they have killed people like numbness. Although their cultivation base and strength are far less than that of Jiu Mingkong, any one of the seven can easily put Yang Xuan to death.

"Interesting, it's been so many years since that young junior dared to talk to me like this. I'll let you know what it means to be alive rather than dead."

Jiu Mingkong's face was hideous, and out of anger, he shouted at the elders of the seven Heifengzhai Divine Power Realm: "What are you still doing, go and capture this kid."

"Boy, if you don't want to suffer, you will be captured."

"Why do you talk so much nonsense with him, I'll take him down."

"Hehe, he's just a stinky boy. If you need the third child, I'll deal with him."

The seven Heifengzhai elders spoke one after another, but none of them paid attention to Yang Xuan.

For them, Yang Xuan's cultivation was too low.

If they have been huddled in the flying boat, they really have nothing to do with him.

But this son was so daring that he abandoned the flying boat and ran out of it. It didn't matter if he ran out. He even scolded them badly and scolded them as dog slaves. This is unforgivable.

"madness!"

"This kid is so crazy, he is destined to pay for it."

Many Heifengzhai warriors chatted in low voices, wishing that Yang Xuan would die without a complete corpse.

Not long ago, the people of their Heifengzhai were killed by the flying boat, and there are only four or five thousand people left, and many of them are injured.

Although it was the tool spirit who controlled the flying boat to slaughter, they also hated Yang Xuan, the owner of the flying boat.

Because there is no master's order, it is impossible for the spirits to kill them for no reason.

"Whatever is dawdling, just go to someone."

Jiu Mingkong showed displeasure and said impatiently.

"Why do you need to be so troublesome, let the seven of them get on together, save me waiting for the next kill."

Yang Xuan blurted out.

"Beast, your sins are unforgivable."

The seven Heifengzhai Divine Power Realm elders are so angry!

They have become calm and sophisticated after practicing for many years, and it is hard for them to get angry, but after hearing Yang Xuan's arrogant words, they only feel that their lungs are about to explode.

"Huangkou child, this old man will not cut off your tongue until you wait."

An eagle-nosed old man couldn't bear it any longer, he stepped out and pressed towards Yang Xuan step by step.

Yang Xuan's black hair was flying, he glanced at the other side, and said casually: "The cultivation of the fifth layer of the gods is just that, do you think you can deal with me?"

"Crazy, this old man can make you completely lose your resistance with one move."

The hook-nosed old man Thunder was furious.

"That's right, then let's see the real seal under our hands, but before the war, you should sign up to come, lest I kill you later and no one even knows your name."

Yang Xuan's mouth is not savage. With just one sentence, the hooked-nosed old man almost went wild on the spot. His eyes were red and he angrily roared, "You little bastard doesn't deserve to know the old man's name."

"fine."

Yang Xuan shrugged and said again: "So many people are watching, hurry up and fight."

Swish!

The eagle-nosed old man didn't say a word, his speed increased by dozens or hundreds of times in vain, and he slaughtered him with lightning speed.

Yang Xuan's expression was indifferent, his feet stood in the void, and his black robe fluttered in the wind.

This is the shadow cloak, which he had already put on on the way to Yunlan Valley.

After all, he is going to face several powerful people in the realm of divine power. No matter how arrogant he is, he does not dare to be careless, in short, he is well prepared.