The three clan leaders and the city lord breathed a long sigh of relief at the same time, and then slowly stood up.
Master Yang Bao said: "Now everyone can rest assured. The baby boy will never be able to practice cultivation from now on. He can only be an ordinary mortal in this life. I hope you will not make things difficult for him again."
Long Xiaotian said: "Having said that, just in case, Fort Master Yang must promise us one thing, that is, he cannot teach this child Yang Clan's internal skills and mental methods. If this child is not willing to be a useless person for the rest of his life,
If you practice forcefully, you may cause trouble again!"
Master Yang promised: "Of course. Not only do I not allow him to practice Yang Clan's internal skills and mental methods, but from now on, I have severed the relationship between grandson and grandson and put him under house arrest in my west wing compound."
Zhao Zilong cupped his fists and said, "With the words of Fort Master Yang, we can rest assured. Now the monster is dead and the chaos spirit has been sealed. Now that Wolong City is destroyed and in urgent need of reconstruction, I will not accompany you." After that, he took a few with him.
The general then left.
Fort Master Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and then took Yang Kun, who was lying on the bluestone, back to Yangjia Fort.
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Yang Kun wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, calmed himself down, and woke up from the grief of the past.
He lowered his head, looked at his abdomen, his eyes full of resentment, and said: "Yang Changmen, just wait for me, I will definitely kill you with my own hands to avenge my father. And that damn Yang Bao
Lord, he actually teamed up with outsiders to seal the chaos essence in my body, causing me to be unable to practice and turning into a useless person who cannot practice! Yang Tianmo, Long Xiaotian, Xie Qichen, and the city lord who remained neutral and sat idly by
Zhao Zilong, I will definitely make you pay a heavy price!"
It's no wonder that Yang Kun has such violent and strong resentment in his heart. Since the chaos essence in Yang Kun's body was sealed, he felt like a seriously ill person. He had no strength at all during the day, and even basic functions
It is very difficult to take care of oneself, let alone the distant dream of cultivation.
Whenever Yang Kun started to practice, he would feel pain like a knife in his abdomen, and no matter what, he could not press the gathered energy into his Dantian.
However, every night, Yang Kun felt like a wild beast, his eyes glowing, his whole body full of power, bloodthirsty anxiety and desire deep in his heart, and his eyesight would become very sharp.
Moreover, every month during the full moon period, Yang Kun would get sick once and transform into a terrifying form that was neither human nor beast. Nine pairs of illusory colorful wings would appear on his back, and nine illusory giant wings would grow on his hips.
At the end, it was so powerful that the originally majestic West Wing compound soon turned into a pile of ruins and became a veritable ruined courtyard.
Speaking of bloodthirsty, Yang Kun suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner yet. He opened the quilt and jumped out of bed. He opened the rice vat. Yang Kun shook his head. The rice vat was empty, not even a grain of rice left. What was left in the morning
A handful of them were all picked up by Yang Kun and made into porridge. What should I do?
Yang Kun's parents died when he was young, and he has only one older brother who often goes out. Originally, at the end of every month, his older brother would bring him back a bag of rice and some silver. However, three days have passed this month, and his older brother still has not come back.
That's why Yang Kun faced the dilemma of cooking without rice.
"Dong dong~"
There was a rapid knock on the door outside the house. Yang Kun opened his eyes, looked happy, and shouted excitedly: "It's brother, it's brother who's back, it must be brother who's back. It's so..."
Yang Kun quickly jumped out of bed and opened the door. But before he could finish saying "It's so good," he heard a "pop" sound. The moment Yang Kun opened the door, he felt a tightness in his chest.
, immediately flew back and fell heavily on the ground in front of the bed, a wisp of blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth.
Yang Kun raised his eyes and couldn't help but cursed: "Yang Yugou, you are sick, aren't you?"
The wooden door was kicked open with a clang, and then a young man about the same age as Yang Kun walked in. This man was dressed in white, his hair was tied high, his face was noble and handsome, and there was a bean-sized hole between his eyebrows.
A black mole. If this mole appeared on someone else's face, it would definitely be ugly. However, when this mole appeared on his face, not only did it not look ugly, but it gave him a sense of unruliness, adding a touch of domineering elegance.
Yang Yulong is the son of Yang Changmen, the helmsman of the East Chamber, and the son of Yang Kun’s number one enemy. He is Yang Kun’s biggest enemy in Yang Family Fort! This man is born with very good qualifications, and he is also the leader of Fort Yang.
He is recognized as a treasured grandson. It’s no wonder that he is so good at martial arts but is now a leader among the younger generation. He has already reached the seventh level of the apprentice chapter in the Yang Clan Xuan Xin Jue.
The boy in white raised his mouth slightly, revealing a shameless smile that Yang Kun was very familiar with, and said: "How many times have I told you, my name is Yang Yulong, he is a dragon that can go to heaven and earth, and you are the dog that squats in the latrine and eats shit. Bah.
!You’re a lowly slave with no seniority.” Yang Yulong opened his mouth and spat on Yang Kun’s face.
Yang Kun, who had lived in two generations, could not stand such an insult. He endured the severe pain in his chest, gritted his teeth and stood up suddenly, then quickly grabbed the kitchen knife on the table and slashed Yang Yulong in the face.
Yang Kun swung the sword with all his strength, but Yang Yulong easily dodged it. Yang Kun was a useless person who couldn't practice, so how could he hurt Yang Yulong, whose internal strength had reached the seventh level of the trainee stage?
"You trash, you secretly learned Yang Clan's Xuanxin Jue, and you dare to slash me with that knife, go to hell!" Yang Yulong suddenly jumped more than one meter high, rolled his body and performed a whirlwind kick, only to hear a "click"
, Yang Kunkun's neck tilted, and he was kicked out of the window with a knife. He immediately felt a mixed taste of earth and blood in his mouth.
"I, I fuck your mother." Yang Kun tried to get up, but Yang Yulong did not give up. He chased Yang Kun, broke out of the window, rode on Yang Kun's back, stretched out his palm and slapped Yang hard.
With a look on his face, Kun cursed angrily: "I've made you have a bad mouth, and you dare to call my mother, I'll beat you to death, you bitch slave, I'll beat you to death...".
"stop!"
Suddenly, a sharp shout came from the air.
After hearing this, Yang Yulong, although his anger had not yet been vented, had to get off Yang Kun's back. He looked at the person at the end of the yard who had just spoken with a look of reluctance and upset.
I saw a white-haired old man standing at the other end of the yard. The white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his hands, looking a little reproachful.