My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

Yang Ling was slightly surprised when he heard Li Jing's suggestion.

"Isn't this inappropriate?"

"What's inappropriate?" Yin Shiniang said straightforwardly: "These days, the two of us often come to our door to bother us.

Now that my sister-in-law is out for business, it’s not a big deal for the two of us to help teach the child how to practice. Brother Yang, you don’t need to be polite to us! "

"That's right." Li Jing nodded and said seriously: "Under the guidance of Madam-in-law during this period, the two of us have indeed benefited a lot.

Now it is my duty to help guide the children in their cultivation. Unless, Brother Yang, you despise us for our meager conduct and lack of qualifications to guide our wise nephews. "

A little bit indeed.

Yang Ling cursed in his heart, but when his words came to his lips, they turned into: "How could it be? My Zhao'er is only six years old, and it has been less than a year since he started practicing Qi Qi. He is barely a beginner..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Jing smiled and said: "Brother Yang, don't worry, when I was studying Taoism in West Kunlun, all the new junior brothers and sisters were taught by me.

I still have quite a lot of experience in guiding others to practice. "

At this point, as if he was afraid that Yang Ling wouldn't believe it, he patted his chest and promised: "I, Li Jing, never tell lies!

Brother Yang left his nephew in my hands. There is absolutely no mistake! "

"..."

Looking at Li Jing's confident eyes, Yang Ling felt a little panicked.

This kid said the same thing before in Meishan, but the result was a slap in the face. People can't help but wonder if he has the legendary "100% pretending to be slapped in the face" physique?

If you let him guide Yang Zhao's cultivation, maybe he will retreat in the end?

However, considering that Li Jing and Yin Shiniang also had good intentions, he could not refuse too directly.

Just when he was trying to find a suitable excuse to decline, Yang Zhao on the side raised his head and whispered: "Father, I would like to ask Uncle Li to give you some advice on how to fight with others."

"Um?"

Yang Ling glanced down at him, just in time to see Yang Zhao's eyes flashing with eagerness to try.

Obviously, after the divine elephant's prison-suppressing power was achieved, he was somewhat eager to test his current power.

Yang Ling thought about it and decided that it was okay to practice hard behind closed doors every day.

Taoist magic power is important, but the experience and skills of fighting magic cannot be ignored.

Moreover, "The Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Power" is a holy fighting method, and its true essence is easier to comprehend in actual combat.

With this thought in mind, he nodded and said, "Remember to stop until you click. It's best not to hurt the other party."

"Brother Yang, don't worry." Li Jing said with a smile, "I will be very careful and will never hurt my nephew."

Yang Ling nodded and didn't say anything more. He just silently stepped aside to make room for the two of them.

Li Jing took a few steps back, keeping a distance of about three feet from Yang Zhao, then put on a calm and indifferent appearance, looked at Yang Zhao and said:

"I'm just going to stand here and don't move. My nephew, I can use any means to attack you. Let me see how good you are first."

Yang Zhao nodded, took a deep breath, circulated the Qi in his body to its peak, and then rushed towards Li Jing.

Li Jing smiled slightly. He did not treat Yang Zhao as an ordinary child. After all, he was the son of Fairy Yunhua, and his talent must be extraordinary.

He held his breath and prepared for Yang Zhao's attack.

Yang Zhao's legs exerted force, and his body was like an arrow. He instantly closed the distance with Li Jing, and then suddenly stood up from the ground. His whole body was like a wild horse, carrying a fierce wind and heading towards Li Jing.

His little fist also drew an arc in the air, with a sound of breaking through the air, and aimed at Li Jing's chest.

This punch was extremely fast, and its power was even more astonishing. Even the air around him made a slight cracking sound due to the punch's penetration.

Li Jing's eyes narrowed slightly. Even though he had psychological expectations in advance, the power contained in Yang Zhao's punch still far exceeded his expectations.

However, he did not choose to dodge, but stretched out his right hand, and a shield made of water waves appeared in his palm.

"Bang!" With a sound, Yang Zhao's small fist hit the water shield held up by Li Jing's right hand firmly.

At this moment, Li Jing only felt a huge force coming from his right hand. Not only was the palm of his hand numb from the shock, but his whole figure also shook slightly, and he was almost unsteady.

Seeing this scene, Yin Shiniang, who was standing next to Yang Ling, couldn't help but widen her eyes.

She knew very well that Li Jing had a profound Taoist practice. Not long ago, he had entered the realm of refining the void and combining the Tao. If he took one more step forward, he would attain Tao and become an immortal.

Moreover, Li Jing has been practicing under the master of Du'e in West Kunlun since he was a child. He is proficient in the Five Elements Taoism, and his water shield is even more superb.

But now, this advanced Qi practitioner was shaken unsteadily by the fist of a six-year-old child. This is really unbelievable.

Li Jing's face also showed a look of surprise that could not be concealed.

He looked at the six-year-old child with determined eyes in front of him and couldn't help but praise: "What a powerful punch! Brother Yang's son is really talented. Such power can definitely be regarded as a natural god!"

After that, he continued to talk: "Now is a good time to practice at this age. Unfortunately, my wife is not at home, and Brother Yang's Taoism is too low to guide him in practice. It is a waste of his talent..."

Hearing his words, Yang Zhao's eyes suddenly filled with uncontrollable anger.

"You are not allowed to say that about my father!"

Yang Zhao's childish voice became sharp and powerful, and every word seemed to tear Li Jing's words apart.

Before Li Jing could react, Yang Zhao had already jumped up, and his clenched fist pierced the air and slammed into his chest again.

There were bursts of wind and thunder.

Accompanied by a high-pitched and passionate elephant cry, the 840 million giant elephant particles in Yang Zhao's body exerted their strength together, bursting out with indescribable terrifying power.

A dull explosion sounded in the air, as if the space was torn apart by an invisible force.

Li Jing had only time to condense a water shield the size of a washbasin in a hurry, and then he felt a huge force coming.

The water shield only lasted for a moment before it was declared broken, and his whole body was like being hit by a speeding carriage, and his body flew out uncontrollably.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Li Jing's body slammed heavily against the courtyard wall, bricks and stones flew, and dust scattered.

His whole body was like a painting embedded in the wall, leaving a standard human-shaped depression on the solid wall made of blue bricks.

Yin Shiniang stared at this scene in amazement, as if she was frozen in place, and for a moment she was speechless.

Her heart was surging with turbulent waves, and she looked at Yang Zhao with indescribable surprise:

Is this really just a six-year-old child?