People are in the rivers and lakes, playing the role of Xiongba

Chapter 101 The Person Like Duanlang

"Guangzhu, it's not good, Fifteen was injured!"

As soon as he returned to the inn, a gang member who was staying at the inn greeted him eagerly.

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you not to cause trouble?"

Yan Xiong frowned.

The various forces in Songyao City are mixed, and there are too many people like hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

In the morning, when he arranged to help everyone out to purchase gifts for the Blood Knife Sect, he had told him not to cause trouble.

Who would have thought that something would happen in just a few hours.

"Boss, it's not us who caused the trouble! You told us to buy a batch of blood jade. We had just bought it when we met Yang Ye, the son of the Yang family. He fell in love with the high-quality blood jade we bought. I insisted on buying it by force, but I couldn't see it at fifteen, so I clashed with them and was injured by them."

The gang said with an aggrieved face.

"It's the Yang family again!"

Yan Xiong's face was gloomy, this Yang family is really lingering, they are there for everything.

However, Yan Xiong immediately turned his eyes and had an idea in his mind.

"Take me to see Fifteen first."

Among the children Yan Xiong adopted, Shiwu is the one Yan Xiong likes the most.

It can be said that he and Ah Da are the hardest-working two of these children.

Unlike Ah Da's poor aptitude, Fifteen's aptitude is very good.

In Yan Xiong's view, after fifteen days, he will definitely be a champion of Tianxiahui.

On weekdays, Yan Xiong also took good care of him, even Yan Xiong taught him a style of Broken Sword.

"Help Master!"

In the guest room, Yan Xiong saw Shiwu who was lying on the bed.

He was pale, and there was a blackened fist mark wound on his chest.

"Black Fiend Fist!"

Seeing this fist mark, Yan Xiong's face quickly darkened.

Black Shaquan is another martial arts tradition of the Yang family besides Xiaoyu Meteor Sword.

This set of boxing techniques is somewhat similar to Sha Haizong's Black Sand Palm, and they are all cultivated with the help of foreign objects.

Unlike Heisha Palm, which uses iron sand to practice, this Heisha Fist is practiced with corpses with a fierce aura.

This kind of corpse can be the corpse of a martial artist who slaughtered thousands of people, or it can be a ferocious beast with steel and iron bones.

Practitioners use this boxing method to beat corpses preserved by secret techniques every day. If things go on like this, after 49 days, the practitioner's fists will be entangled with evil spirits. At this time, this boxing method is formally introduced.

After getting started, the power of the Black Demon Fist will begin to show. Anyone who gets hit will have evil spirits in their bodies. This evil spirit will slowly wither people's flesh and blood until they become a mass of dead flesh.

The Fifteenth High School is the Heisha Fist.

"Help him up!"

The evil spirit of the black evil fist is very troublesome for ordinary people, but it is not a problem for Yan Xiong.

The three-point Gui Yuan Qi is composed of wind, cloud and thunder, and frost and ice. It is not only the most overbearing true energy, but it can also be called overbearing.

In addition, Yan Xiong's current internal strength has almost reached the critical point of the sixth rank. With such a strong internal strength support, this is obviously no more than how the eighth rank's black evil fist can resist it.

Yan Xiong circulated his internal force, put his hands on Shiwu's back, spit out his internal force, and the thick internal force immediately went to Shiwu's chest.

puff……

After a few breaths, Shiwu spit out a mouthful of pure black blood.

As soon as the blood was spit out, his face slowly began to turn red.

Although the person who injured Shiwu used the black evil fist, the attack was not heavy. It just introduced the evil energy into his body. As long as the evil energy is gone, Fifteen's injury will be fine.

"Thank you, helper!"

Fifteen knees on knees.

"Get up! Remember in the future, don't use your weak body to provoke those who are stronger than you. You have to know the truth of the law of the jungle."

Although Fifteen's aptitude is good in all aspects, he has a shortcoming, that is, he lacks respect for the strong.

Among the children Yan Xiong took in, almost all of them especially admired Bu Jingyun, adored him for his amazing progress in martial arts, and adored him for becoming the head of the hall at a young age.

But Fifteen is an exception, Yan Xiong can often see his scorching eyes looking at Bu Jingyun.

It was a look of wanting to replace it, wanting to fight and win.

When Yan Xiong sees this situation in Fifteen, he always thinks of Duan Lang in the comics.

Duanlang was also like this when he was in Tianxiahui. He was not dissatisfied with Qin Shuang, nor was he dissatisfied with Nie Feng, who had played with him since he was a child, but he just looked down on Bu Jingyun and was about to replace him.

It stands to reason that Yan Xiong should interrupt Shiwu's thoughts in time at this time.

But he didn't.

Instead, he's more than happy to see it happen.

Of course, he didn't want to stimulate an elite disciple to deal with Bu Jingyun like Xiongba.

He's not really Xiongba, he's just playing Xiongba.

It is impossible for him to know that Xiongba's approach is wrong and still do it.

The reason why he let go of the competitive spirit of the fifteen pairs of Bu Jingyun.

It was to stimulate him to accelerate his strength growth.

Only when there is competition will it become stronger, and this is what a power that wants to dominate the world should have.

But in his world society, those who are capable live there.

For a talented person, whether it is evil or good, he will give him a place to display it.

If one day Fifteen's strength can really match that of the Hall Master, he might not be able to re-establish a Hall of Mad Waves for him.

Which step can be achieved, it all depends on Fifteen himself.

Even, Yan Xiong thought about it, if he is really capable at fifteen, it is not impossible for Yan Xiong to accept him as the fourth disciple.

When the time comes, pass the Duanjian Jue to him, and give him the name Duanlang, it will inevitably become a good story.

"Although the evil spirit in your body has been eliminated by me, the vitality has dissipated a little, so take a good rest!"

Yan Xiong got up and said.

"Yes!"

On the fifteenth side, I was a little excited.

As for Fifteen, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Yan Xiong is his father.

Back then, he and Eighteen, who is now Nie Feng, were only about eleven years old, and they were the masters who were bullied in the slave group every day.

It was Yan Xiong who rescued them and made them human again.

Therefore, in his heart, Yan Xiong is the reborn parent.

In addition, Yanxiong's martial arts is outstanding, and his personality charm is very attractive to them.

This caused him to worship Yan Xiong to the extreme.

This time he went to Xuedaomen together with Yan Xiong, he was very happy.

Unexpectedly, he could get Yan Xiong's personal healing.

Yan Xiong and the others all left Shiwu's room.

After Yanxiong and the others all retreated, Shiwu immediately sat cross-legged.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he found that the zhenqi injected into his body by Yanxiong didn't take back all of it, but left a trace in his body.

Although it was only a trace, but compared with his own internal energy, this trace of true energy was extremely pure.

Fifteen put all his thoughts on that trace of true energy.

He wanted to use Yan Xiong's true energy to help him break through to the ninth rank.

Although this method of breaking the border is almost unheard of, it does not prevent Fifteen Fighting.

He was simply fed up with all kinds of troubles caused by lack of strength.

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Little Jianghu Theater: It is rumored that in the distant Fusang, someone has ruled the Fusang rivers and lakes. At this time, they are eyeing the four regions of the Central Plains.

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