Huang Ming looked at Huang Peng who turned to leave and sneered secretly in his heart. He naturally didn't believe that Huang Xiaolong would be lucky enough to win against his son at the next annual meeting!
Therefore, the so-called one hundred fighting spirit pills is simply impossible! As for apologizing, that’s even more impossible!
In the main hall, all the elders looked at each other, no one dared to speak.
Not long after Huang Xiaolong sat down in the East Hall, he saw his father Huang Peng coming back from the North Hall with an angry look on his face.
"Dad, what's wrong?" Huang Xiaolong couldn't help but ask.
Su Yan also stood up and came over.
When Huang Peng saw his son, he felt guilty and said nothing. He came to the seat in the main hall and sat down, lowering his head. The anger in his heart not only did not disappear, but became stronger.
"It's too much!"
"It's too much!"
Recalling the cold look from his eldest brother Huang Ming and his father's preference for Huang Wei, Huang Peng couldn't help but get angry and slapped the chair next to him with his right palm, causing the chair to shatter into pieces.
Huang Peng smashed the chair next to him with one palm, and Su Yan was startled.
"Brother Peng, what's wrong? What happened?" Su Yan couldn't help feeling anxious and asked.
Huang Peng raised his head, glanced at his wife Su Yan and his son, sighed in his heart, and finally told what happened in the main hall just now. He said that his father Huang Qide opened the spiritual pool this time, but Huang Xiaolong should have been qualified to enter it to practice. Instead, it was given to Huang Wei. Huang Peng gave another angry slap and knocked the chair next to him away.
"Dad is so biased in doing this! He only has Huang Wei's grandson in his eyes!" After hearing this, Su Yan's almond-shaped eyes widened and she said angrily: "Does he still regard our Xiaolong as his grandson?!"
Huang Xiaolong didn't speak, and sneered in his heart. Although he defeated Huang Wei at the annual meeting a few days ago, and although he showed his second-level strength in front of his grandfather Huang Qide, his grandfather Huang Qide still didn't really take him seriously. Presumably In Grandpa Huang Qide's mind, he was unlucky if he broke through to the second level, and his future achievements would be far from comparable to Huang Wei's.
"And that Zhou Guang dared to say that our little dragon was wasting the power of the spiritual medicine in the spiritual pool by entering the spiritual pool to practice!" Su Yan said angrily: "This dog slave, if it weren't for the support of his big brother Huang Ming, How dare he say that!"
Although Zhou Guang is an elder, in Huangjiazhuang, the status of elders is higher than that of some senior guards. In the end, he is still a slave.
"Xiaolong, I'm sorry!" Huang Peng looked at his son, his voice a little low and guilty: "It's useless, dad. Not only did you fail to win the qualification to open the spiritual pool this time, but it was taken away by Huang Wei!"
When Huang Xiaolong heard this, he smiled calmly: "Father, mother, don't worry. At the next annual meeting, I will not only beat Huang Wei until he can't even recognize his father, but I will also beat him so hard that he can't even recognize his grandfather!"
Since grandpa Huang Qide is so partial and values his precious grandson Huang Wei so much, then his grandson with a "seventh level" martial spirit should let grandpa Huang Qide see clearly that his luck will get better and better, and he will stronger!
Not only at the next annual meeting, but at every annual meeting in the future, he will beat Huang Wei until he turns into a super invincible headhunter!
After hearing what Huang Xiaolong said, Huang Peng and Su Yan thought that their son was comforting them and just wanted them not to worry. Huang Peng felt even more guilty.
When Huang Peng and Su Yan think about it, their son only has a seventh-level martial spirit. As time goes by, the gap between him and Huang Wei will become wider and wider. A year later, Huang Wei should be able to break through to the third level or even higher. , but for a son with a seventh-level martial spirit to break through from the second level to the third level, it usually takes about two years.
Can his son really beat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting
"Unless my son can swallow three more elixirs like Yang Guo!" Huang Peng sighed in his heart, but how could there be so many elixirs like Yang Guo in the world for his son to encounter again? !
Huang Xiaolong saw his parents' expressions and knew that they didn't believe that he could still defeat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting.
"Dad, Mom, from now on, I want to practice in the back mountain!" After thinking about it, Huang Xiaolong said.
This is also convenient for practicing the Yi Jin Jing in the future, otherwise it would be troublesome to run back and forth all the time, and now, Huang Xiaolong doesn’t want to expose the Shura Art he has practiced.
"No!" Upon hearing this, Su Yan shook her head and objected without even thinking about it.
Huang Peng also continued: "Xiaolong, I know you want to go to the back mountain to practice because you want to practice with peace of mind, but you only have second-level strength now, it's too dangerous!"
Huang Xiaolong had long expected that his parents would object. After all, he was only a seven-year-old child now, and no parent would trust their seven-year-old child to leave their home village to practice.
"Dad, Mom, I'm just on the outside of the back mountain. As long as I don't go deep into the back mountain, there won't be any danger!" Huang Xiaolong said, "Don't worry."
However, no matter how Huang Xiaolong tried to persuade him, Huang Peng and Su Yan just disagreed.
"Then what if I can defeat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting?" Huang Xiaolong felt helpless and finally changed his tone and said.
"Defeat Huang Wei?!" Huang Peng and Su Yan looked at their son.
"If you can really defeat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting, then I will allow you to go to the back mountain to practice!" After a while, Huang Peng muttered: "However, we have to wait until you defeat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting."
"Okay then!" Huang Xiaolong said. In this case, we can only wait for another year. There is nothing we can do about it.
At this time, in the North Hall, Huang Wei heard his father Huang Ming tell his grandfather Huang Qide's decision in the main hall, and couldn't help but smile brightly: "Grandpa is still wise, knowing that even if the spiritual pool is given to that boy to practice, it will be a waste!"
After coming back from the main hall, Huang Ming was in a good mood. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "Since your grandfather will give you this opportunity to practice in the Lingchi, then don't let your grandfather and me down. Although you are very talented, But you still have to practice hard!”
Huang Wei smiled and said: "Don't worry, Dad, I will definitely be able to break through to the third level in less than a year after entering the spiritual pool to practice!" When he said this, his eyes were filled with hatred: "Next annual meeting, I will let that little If the dog kneels before me, I will cripple his hands and feet!"
After Huang Xiaolong returned to the small courtyard from the east hall, he did not continue to practice Shura Jue, but took out the blueprint in Shura Jue.
Now, he has broken through to the fourth level and can already practice fighting skills.
On the drawing, there are two sets of fighting skills recorded, one is the Shura sword technique that cooperates with the Shura Blade attack, and the other is the Shura Ghost Claw.
There are a total of eighteen moves in the Shura Sword Technique, each move is divided into three types, but the Shura Ghost Claw moves are less, only having five claws.
After looking at Shura Sword Technique and Shura Ghost Claw, Huang Xiaolong’s eyes fell on the first small picture of Shura Sword Technique, and he decided to practice Shura Sword Technique first.
Coming out of the room and coming to the small courtyard, Huang Xiaolong summoned the Shura Blade and recalled the attack posture and energy movement method in the first small picture of Shura Sword Technique. He swung out the Shura Blade and saw more than a dozen blades. The light appeared out of thin air and slowly rotated, forming two wind masses that continued to rotate and roll in the small courtyard.
The first move of Shura Sword Technique: Wind of Hell.