Yang Yi's performance in the yard made Xu Yan's eyes straight and he looked admiring.

"How about it, Brother Seventeen, I have been practicing swordsmanship and body skills since I was a child. Apart from these two, I don't touch any other martial arts. Not to mention learning it, I will show it to me for nothing."

When Yang Yi saw Xu Yan's admiration, he immediately became proud and said, "This is called having a specialty in arts. If I hadn't practiced hard, I wouldn't have broken through the three meridians at a young age, thus defeating those opponents and becoming the 18th Taibao."

A very proud young man, Xu Yan set a position for the eighteenth brother in his heart, but said enviously: "The eighteenth brother has such profound skills at a young age. In a few years, I'm afraid that my elder brother will not be your opponent."

"I will catch up with my elder brother sooner or later!"

Yang Yi waved his fist and said, "Brother Seventeen, why don't we compete with each other? Last time I went late, I saw that the young master was defeated and left. I didn't see how good Brother Seventeen's kung fu was. How about it, let's talk?"

"No, no, no!" Xu Yan shook his head quickly and said, "I must have won easily on the ring. Brother, I have been fighting for my life, and my bones are still hurting now."

"Really?" Yang Yi walked around Xu Yan curiously and said, "The Seventeenth Brother must be well raised, so don't let the secret injury be troublesome."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm easy to support myself. I'll be cured after a few days of injury, hehe." Xu Yan said as he clumsily squeezed open the door of the house and greeted, "Do you want to come in and sit in? I haven't cleaned up the house yet, it's a bit messy."

Looking at the dust in the room outside the door, Yang Yi shook his head and said, "Don't sit down, Brother Seventeen should recover from his injuries. I'll go and compete with other brothers."

As he said that, the young man took his maid out of the yard, and his arrogant look with his hands on his back showed the young man's frivolity.

Watching the other party walk away, Xu Yan closed the door. When the crack of the door gradually covered his eyes, his eyes accidentally glanced at the big locust tree in the yard where Yang Yi had two punches.

The house is not small, but no one has lived in it for a long time. There are no shortage of tables, chairs, beds and couches, just covered with a layer of dust. Judging from the decorations, this place must have lived here before.

Throwing those secret books that were so precious just now onto the table, Xu Yan began to clean up. As his Taibao, he would give him a casual order, and a servant or a disciple of the Ghost King Sect would come to obey the order, but he had no intention of asking for help.

Just simply cleaning up the dust, Xu Yan is not that precious yet. He is not like Yang Yi, who will reveal his pride to everyone once he succeeds in his youth.

Disguise is always a way for Xu Yan to protect himself. Except for those who are really close to him, no matter who he is in front of him, he has long been used to treating himself as a stupid pig.

Yang Yi's arrogance is not likable. Such a boy must have been suffering when he was young. Once he soars into the sky one day, he will not be able to control his arrogance in his heart and appear arrogant.

Xu Yan didn't care about Yang Yi's arrogant aura at all. Compared to Zhuo Tianying's cunning hidden deeply, the young Yang Yi was really not good enough, and he couldn't even call him a threat.

After applying dust and opening the window, the summer sun suddenly poured over, and cicadas were yelling on the trees, and the sounds were like drum beats, making people drowsy.

The seemingly peaceful villa is actually constantly entering and leaving, but Xu Yan's residence is too remote and he can't hear the mess.

The headquarter of the Ghost King Sect is located, and people come and go every day. People from all over the world come to the headquarter to do business. The income from the business and sales in various places needs to be managed by countless people. Some people who specialize in exploring news in the martial arts world, such as the decent movements and other horses, will also be rewarded from time to time. If you really have to get busy, there will be endless evil sects entering and leaving the villa.

The leader of the evil sect of Qi State, the Ghost King Sect naturally has many trivial matters, but these trivial matters have nothing to do with Xu Yan. He never thought of interfering. He just pretends to be a martial arts tycoon. If you have nothing to do, just look at the martial arts secrets included in the Ghost King Sect. He seems lazy all day long.

He is not as sharp as Yang Yi. Xu Yan insists that it is better to have less than more things. If everyone in the Ghost King Sect can forget him, the Seventeenth Prince, it would be the best.

The remote courtyard seemed a bit desolate. Xu Yan held a knife technique from which I don’t know which school it was, and looked at it with relish. From time to time, he picked up the cold iron knife given to him by Zhuo Tianying for a few measurements.

This remote yard was not chosen by Xu Yan, but he did it intentionally, because even after rummaging out of the courtyard wall, even if he left the villa, living in such a place was apart from secluded, the only advantage was that it was easy to run away. He would not foolishly choose a mansion in the center of the villa like Yang Yi, and was surrounded by a group of evil factions with ulterior motives. Xu Yan didn't want to taste the taste.

At noon, a servant from the villa brought sumptuous meals. No one dared to neglect the status of Taibao. Three meals a day must be exquisite and delicious food. While tasting the delicious food of the Ghost King Sect, Xu Yan nodded constantly and kept praising the chefs of the Ghost King Sect that were almost the same as those of Meixianglou.

The supper was even more hearty. It was not eaten in the yard, but was called to his residence by the Otaku.

Zhuo Shaoyu's residence is behind the villa. This big man preserved a two-story building. In front of the building is a spacious courtyard with a huge round table in it.

The Eighteenth Princess sat around the big round table, and everyone enjoyed a banquet between brothers. At the banquet, Xu Yan seemed inconspicuous. Apart from eating, he could only smile foolishly. Instead, Yang Yi showed off in front of these brothers. Not only did he toast the most diligently, he also came to practice a sword technique himself. The sword was full of swordsmanship and agile figure, which caused constant cheers.

Especially Zhuo Shaoyu, he praised Yang Yi, the youngest younger brother.

After the banquet, Xu Yan returned to his residence, lit the oil lamp, and continued to look through the martial arts secrets.

He got a lot of secret books, including dozens of books, including sword techniques, sword scores, boxing techniques, leg skills, and even some strange body techniques. Among these skills, there are the unique skills of the Ghost King Sect, the Wuqu Sword Style.

Hua Yue was born, and the yard seemed to be more peaceful and peaceful. The figure reflected on the window paper was sleepless and still looked at it with relish.

Xu Yan had never seen so much kung fu. He read the Seven-Star Sword Score and left it aside. He was just a beginner's kung fu, but many of the kung fu in the Ghost King Sect are real good things. As long as he practiced a few, Xu Yan would benefit a lot.

Instead of pretending to be pigs in front of those Taibaos, it is better to read books in your room all day.

The deeper the night, the colder the wind.

Although it was midsummer, the mountain breeze at midnight was as cool as it was, the figure on the window paper stretched, yawned and blew out the candlelight, and the yard immediately became dim.

The leaves were clear, and the big locust tree in the yard was blown up and down by the night wind. The branches that stretched out cast a shadow in the room. When Xu Yan was sleeping, the wind outside the window had stopped and the branches did not move, but the shadows in the room began to wriggle!
Chapter completed!