“Yeah, indeed.”

Xiaolongnu glanced at Yang Gui and said, "You practice quickly. After three or five years, your father can hit you with five successes, so you don't have to be afraid of hitting you to death."

"Mom, what did you say?"

The little dragon female character does not have so many twists and turns, and speaks in a bit of a scattered style. She almost choked Yang Gui to death, so he leaned over and pinched Xiaolongnu's shoulder and acted coquettishly, "Isn't my martial arts good enough?"

"It's not bad."

Xiaolongnu is still different from her son, "Your strength is close to that of a man named Gongsun Zhi more than thirty years ago. I want to kill you now, and I have to use 60% of my strength."

"Thank you."

Yang Guidao made a criticism. I am so embarrassed. I am the most talented person in the family. I am embarrassing you.

However, Xiaolongnu said something very right. Yang Gui practiced martial arts very quickly.

This panel that he has since his birth cannot add points or upgrade, and can only quantify the skills and martial arts data he has mastered.

There were only four columns at the beginning of this panel. Since Yang Gui started learning martial arts, there has been another skill column for "martial arts".

Although he cannot add points, his victory lies in constantness. In the record of major events, he can increase his proficiency every time he "learns" or "uses" martial arts.

When his parents give him additional guidance, the record of major events will show "teached by the great master" and an additional bonus will be added.

Of course, in the record of major events, only the first time it takes effect every day, and if there are too many, it will be useless. Even so, relying solely on this constant increase in proficiency is far superior to others.

This is also the reason why Yang Gui can grow his strength rapidly while making Yang Guo fuck. Even the amazing master is not likely to grow constantly every time. Perhaps he will occasionally gain insights during this study, but he will increase a lot at once, and perhaps he will not be able to understand something new for decades next time.

But as long as Yang Gui "learned" and "uses", it can be continuously improved.

What people fear most is that they don’t know how much reward they will get through endless efforts. If you can accurately see the learning progress and when to upgrade, you are afraid that everyone will fall in love with learning.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages. He can only improve his martial arts through proficiency. It is naturally impossible to do things like Zhang Wuji who directly rushed to the seventh level of the Great Transfer of the Universe by relying on his Nine Yang Divine Arts.

In short, no matter how small the plug-in is, it is still a plug-in.

As long as I dare to show the experience, I can also cultivate the immortal skills for you!

When Yang Gui thought about this, he felt that it was not that difficult to surpass his father.

Sitting on Han Yu's bed, Yang Gui asked, "Mom, can I go around the world now?"

"If you can't beat it, run away."

Xiaolongnu, who had just beaten up Yang Guo, was in a good mood and gave her son his heart: "You are the second best in the world in the light skills, and you can always run away if you can't beat them."

"Are you so sure?" Yang Gui was puzzled, "And who is the first one?"

Xiaolongnu pointed her hand at her.

Go to the mouth.

In the past, I thought my mother was Liu Yifei's thing that was worth having fun, but later I found out that the real dragon girl could poke the lungs even more than Liu Yifei.

"Leave as soon as you say, mom, just tell Lao Yang, let him wait. In a few years, I will come back and beat him up to find teeth!" Yang Gui was full of confidence.

"Go."

Xiaolongnu hugged her son and touched Yang Gui's head with her hands: "Your father and I have seen too many worlds, and we only have each other in our hearts, so we can live alone in this ancient tomb. But it would be too cruel to have such a half-aged child as a dark person. If you don't have a good life, come back early."

"Um."

Yang Gui nodded and suddenly wanted to cry, but he didn't know what was going on. This was the first time he ran down the mountain secretly. Can a real man cry for this? Surely not.

Yang Gui hugged his mother and said with a forced smile: "I will also get the title of No. 1 in the world. At that time, our ancient tombs will be the best, and we will scare others to death."

"Last time in Huashan's swordsmanship, the old naughty boy was the best in the world. But they were all dead." Xiaolongnu still spoke like a dog brother, "The one who lives long is the best in the world."

"knew!"

Listening to his mother's care in his own way, Yang Gui jumped far away, and he was afraid that he would not be able to leave if he didn't leave. He was young, but he didn't want to live his life in this dark ancient tomb.

But after all the way, tears couldn't help but fly back.

The 16-year-old parental relationship is not so easy to block.

Xiaolongnu looked at Yang Gui's back as he walked away and said softly: "It's obviously what you want to give me, why don't you say it yourself?"

Yang Guo's voice came from the tomb, "This little boy can't learn anything anymore, so he might as well let him go out and make a breakthrough."

"I'm asking you why you didn't come out in person." Xiaolongnu likes to be serious, "Are you afraid that I will cut you after you come out? No, this time it's been cut."

"I'm afraid I can't help but beat him." Yang Guo gritted his teeth, little bastard, are you waiting for me. No matter what level you come back next time, I will use 70% to beat you, no, use 80% of your strength.

Yang Gui didn't know how his own father was holding him in his arms, and where he was planning to go outside.

After going down Zhongnan Mountain, I realized that in the past sixteen years of life, there was everything around Zhongnan Mountain. I didn’t know where to go for a while. But apart from Zhongnan Mountain, the place that Yang Gui is most familiar with is undoubtedly the Xiangyang Sword Tomb.

So Yang Gui went east and prepared to go to Jianzhong to embezzle Dugu Qiubai's four-foot green breeze first.

"My family belongs to the family tradition of Dugu Qiubai."

The two swords of gentlemen and ladies were combined to cast the Yitian Sword. Yang Gui is still using two ordinary long swords now, and it is the time to need a sword.

He didn't ride a horse, but relied on his outstanding light skills and walked towards Xiangyang.

"What a strong smell of blood..."

After walking for less than a month, he was about to leave the boundaries of Shaanxi, looking at the houses and fields from afar, looking like a village. Yang Gui was about to ask for a drink, but he smelled a bloody smell. The closer he was to the village, the stronger the bloody smell.

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At the same time, two pairs of eyes were staring at him in the private houses in the village.

"Master, someone is here."

"I saw it, I don't know which young man came here."

In the room, two people were dressed in fur and sheep felt, and the other was dressed in Taoist style. At their feet were the bodies of four or five unclothed women, and their eyes were filled with horror.

"Master, I heard that many talented people in the Central Plains martial arts world emerged, there would be no problem, right?"

The fur man asked.

"Boruohun, you are also a warrior of Mongolia. Just this courage? Now the Great Yuan Dynasty has taken over the whole world, and even Guo Jing has died under my Iron Cavalry of the Great Yuan. What other bullshit Central Plains martial arts world is all my Great Yuan lackeys."

The Taoist sneered and said, "This kid is thin and tender, and is more meticulous than the older girl. If he performs well, he would have to take him as a boy in a while and serve him day and night, hehehe."

While speaking, Yang Gui had already entered the village area, and the scenery was shocking.

I saw countless villagers lying on the ground, some in the fields, some in the wells, and some behind the courtyard wall.

The only thing in common is that they are all dead, and even many of them have broken limbs and arms, which are obviously tortured before their death.

Some blood has dried up, but because there is too much blood, it gathers in different low-lying places, forming blood pools like small pools.

"this……"

At this time, the world was in chaos. Yang Gui walked along the way and saw many Yuan soldiers slaughtering the people. Even the Yuan soldiers he killed were all in double digits, and he was no longer the social animal in his previous life.

But seeing this, I still felt my stomach twitching into a ball.

Yang Gui frowned tightly, intending to find some dry firewood and haystacks to burn the fire. On the one hand, it is also an amazing thing to avoid these villagers from exposing their bodies in the wilderness, and on the other hand, so many dead bodies have formed a plague.

But when he walked into the largest yard in the village, he found that the situation outside was even quite warm compared to the inside.

There were dozens of corpses of women of different ages lying in the yard.

"He... fuck!"

Yang Gui's blood was chilling when he saw it.

Only then did he realize that what he saw in history books in his previous life was like, and what was the scene in which Grandpa Guo and Lao Yang’s criticism in this life was really put in front of him.

What does corpses mean and what does blood flow into a river? I'm afraid no one knows more than Yang Gui at this time.

At this time, two wild dogs appeared at the entrance of the village, who were trying to bite the broken limbs on the ground.

"Beast! It's time to kill!"

Yang Gui's pupils were filled with blood. I don't know whether it was to these two wild dogs or the Tartars who committed such a tragedy. He shouted loudly, raised his hand and slapped the two wild dogs to death.

Although he had never eaten snake gallbladder, nor had he experienced the experience of mountain torrents and waterfalls, and the internal strength he cultivated from the Jade Girl Heart Sutra was slightly weak, but that was only for Yang Guo.

In fact, Yang Gui's strength is certified by Xiaolongnu and is comparable to Gongsun Zhi, the lord of the Valley in the past. Not to mention two wild dogs, even two martial arts masters may not be spared if they are one palm.

"Bang!"

Yang Gui was extremely angry and tried his best to exert his palm. In an instant, the blood mist was everywhere in the sky, and the two wild dogs turned into two piles of meat paste.

"Shit!"

Just as Yang Gui had his full strength and was about to return to his breath, two cold air suddenly rushed over like a sea of ​​rushing towards Yang Gui's waist.

The palm is extremely fast, extremely sharp, and the technique is cruel and not dragging on the slightest. At first glance, he is a skilled worker in northern Myanmar.

Yang Gui is in the absence of old power and new power, and it is impossible to escape.

"hiss!"

Seeing that Yang Gui was about to die, he took a deep breath and forced his toad skills to suck his chest and abdomen into a few inches. At the same time, he moved horizontally in the air and turned his body. He saw that the two palm forces that were enough to hit the vital part were only enough to sweep to one edge.

“Huh?”

A hoarse voice exclaimed, but then the palm force suddenly surged by two feet, and the cold air almost frostled in the air. He kept following Yang Gui who was about to avoid and hit him both the chest and abdomen.

Yang Gui's ability to inhale with his hands, hold his chest and pull his back was originally the best skill in the toad skill, and even the "shocking" in the Deep Soul-Eating Palm originated from this. Unexpectedly, the palm power of the sneak attacker was like a gangrene attached to the bone, and he could still keep up.

"boom!"

Yang Gui's palms in his chest and abdomen were blown away in the air and slapped horizontally to the ground. He felt an extremely cold internal force rushed in, trying to soak his internal organs, and his whole body was cold and bone-like.

"Ahem cough cough..."

Yang Gui struggled to get up and stood with the wall. The cold air had frostbite in his lung meridians. He couldn't help but cough and blood flowed out of his mouth.

"You guys have some tricks. If Master Dao hadn't been tough, he would have let you run away."

At this time, two people walked into the courtyard wall, one was a Mongolian man in fur, and the other was a Taoist priest who spoke with a blue face and a vicious expression. His voice was extremely hoarse, and his speech was like two pieces of rust iron rubbing.
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