The green-robed ancestor chuckled and said: "That's your seed, otherwise it would be as stupid as a pig. No matter how hard I cultivate it, it still won't reach where it is today. Furthermore, Xiaolang has achieved what he has today.
I can’t do without your father’s guidance.”
Hong Jiao rolled her eyes at her husband and said angrily: "Look at what you said. It's too rude. Can't you be more civilized?"
The green-robed ancestor smiled naively and said, "I have become accustomed to it over the years. My in-laws also know that I am a rough man, so they won't be surprised."
Zhang Xiaofeng said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, it's rude or not, that's what it is. There is no need to be polite when we talk to each other. We are all from the underworld, so it's okay to say some rude words. It would be too hypocritical if we were always serious."
"That's right. What we underworld people value is boldness... Eh..." The green-robed ancestor looked surprised, "No, Xiaolang must have had another adventure. His martial arts is not just the result of the two of us..."
Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes were venomous, and he had noticed it a long time ago, and responded: "Indeed, his inner strength to control the Storm Fist is very evil, and his power is endless..."
Tie Xinlan smiled and said: "In any case, Xiaolang's martial arts has improved rapidly and he is already the leader of the younger generation. I am afraid that his current achievements are not inferior to your two elders. Therefore, no matter what adventures he has, we should all be happy for him.
That’s it.”
Zhang Xiaofeng and the green-robed ancestor nodded happily, with proud expressions on their faces. Yes, it was these two giants who created the underworld myth of Xiaolang.
Xia Zhiyuan and other girls even waved their jade arms like snow lotus roots to cheer for their lovers, cursing the old guy Wuwu to go to the Western Paradise as soon as possible.
What annoyed them was that, despite his age, Old Man Wuwu was really good at fighting, and at the critical moment he used his special move, "Hundred Lifetimes of Freedom." In an instant, dozens of phantoms of Old Man Wuwu appeared in the air.
, all of them rushed towards Ximenlang with ferocious faces.
Everyone suddenly changed their colors and shouted one after another: "Be careful..."
In desperation, Xia Zhiyuan and other girls wanted to fly into the air to help, but Zhang Xiaofeng sternly scolded them, "No one is allowed to go there..." A group of girls had to stop, feeling worried.
The reason why Zhang Xiaofeng did this was that, on the one hand, Old Man Wuwu's martial arts skills were superb, and the girls stepping forward to help were simply sending themselves to death. On the other hand, he felt that Xiaolang would have countermeasures to avoid losing his life. If by any chance Old Man Wuwu was defeated,
That is the myth that will never be erased.
Only a roar from Ximenlang was heard, and suddenly, the shadow of his fist surged, golden rays roared out, and hundreds of golden rays greeted the phantom of old man Wuwu.
"boom……"
After the earth-shaking loud noise, the two figures separated quickly, flying into the distance like kites with broken strings, and landed on the east and west side halls respectively.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ximen Lang's mouth. His face was as pale as paper and his body was shaking. He clenched his fists and tried to keep himself steady.
On the other side, Old Man Wuwu was even more seriously injured. There were more than ten blood holes in his body, each of which was about an inch in diameter. The blood kept flowing out, dyeing his robe red.
The surroundings became silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the two people. They felt nervous for a while, and the heart in their chests rose to their throats...
Masako held her husband's hand tightly. Her hand was so cold, which fully demonstrated her mood at this time. This duel has reached a moment of life and death. Who will fall?
The eyes of old man Wuwei gradually became dim. He looked at the young man standing in the distance like a mountain, and tried his best to utter three words, "You win..." He fell backwards.
A generation of strong men disappeared from the world, and another super strong man was born. He was the 21-year-old Ximen Lang!
Deafening cheers rang out in the Palace of the Gods, and everyone's eyes filled with tears. They stared at Ximen Lang in the side hall. A group of Huamen members shouted almost fanatically: "Long live the Chief Sect Master...Long live the Chief Sect Master..."
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Zhang Xiaofeng and Masako hugged each other tightly. Their son succeeded. His achievements have surpassed those of the previous generation and become an unrepeatable myth.
Hong Jiao, who has always been known for her hard-hearted nature, couldn't help but shed tears at this moment. She hurriedly stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, turned to look at her daughter beside her who was also tearful, and sincerely praised: "Zi Ling, your choice is so right.
Xiaolang is an upright man."
Wen Ziling's smile was as bright as a flower, and she said softly: "My father and mother have good taste. You have taught a good apprentice who will make the underworld of country Z proud."
As a tough man, the green-robed ancestor has always been tough, but now the corners of his eyes are a little moist, and he praised: "Xiao Lang is a good kid, very good!"
Ximen Lang jumped down, floated down in front of the elders, and saluted everyone, "Master, Master Wife, Dad, Mom, I salute you..."
"No need... no need..."
How could these elders bear to let Xiaolang salute again? They stopped him in unison.
"How do you feel?" Zhang Xiaofeng asked with concern, then took his son's hand, put his finger on his pulse, and diagnosed it carefully.
"It's nothing, I just feel a little tight in my chest, as if I've suffered a minor internal injury." Ximen Lang said nonchalantly.
Zhang Xiaofeng nodded, "Well, the injury is not serious. He will be fine after ten and a half days of recovery."
Ximen Lang smiled and said: "Your son has a strong body..."
A great war destroyed the Kunlun sect, which had existed for hundreds of years. Ximen Lang ordered a group of men to dig a large hole in the backyard, and the bodies of many Kunlun sect members were thrown into the pit and buried.
The matter with the Kunlun faction was settled, and Ximen Lang and others flew back to Huamen Kunming. In the conference room, everyone discussed the next step. At present, Huamen's main target is the dark world, and no one else dares to provoke it. Warmly
After some debate, a group of people felt that they could not take it lightly and should strike at the right time. In addition, the intelligence agencies should also hurry up and prepare for the decisive battle in the future.
Here, Zhang Xiaofeng saw the skinny and emaciated Ghost Pluto, and he was even more surprised to find out that Xiaolang had also subdued this guy.
For a period of time, Ghost Pluto lived a life worse than that of a pig or a dog. He almost froze to death at the Tianshui Jingchi. After returning to Kunming, the environment improved, but he did not have enough to eat. The guards gave him two steamed buns a day.
Bottle of water to keep him alive until the head of the sect comes back to punish him.
Zhang Xiaofeng knew the Kung Fu of Ghost Pluto. He was an absolute top-notch master, not a bluff. He turned around and asked with a smile: "Xiao Lang, how are you going to deal with this guy?"
Ximen Lang shook his head, "I haven't thought about it yet."
Zhang Xiaofeng smiled and said: "Let's do this. I turn this guy into an obedient dog to protect your safety. What do you think?"