Invincible Conqueror

Huang Ming looked at Huang Peng who turned to leave, and sneered in his heart. He naturally didn't believe that Huang Xiaolong would still have good luck at the next annual meeting and would win his son!

Therefore, the so-called one hundred fighting spirit pills are simply impossible!As for an apology, it is even more impossible!

In the hall, the elders looked at each other, no one dared to speak.

And not long after Huang Xiaolong of the East Hall sat down, he saw his father Huang Peng who came back from the North Hall angrily.

"Father, what's the matter?" Huang Xiaolong couldn't help asking.

Su Yan also got up and greeted her.

When Huang Peng saw his son, he felt guilty and did not speak. He came to the seat of the hall and sat down with his head lowered. The anger in his heart not only did not disappear, but became more intense.

"Deception too much!"

"Deception too much!"

Recalling the cold eyes of his elder brother Huang Ming and his father's preference for Huang Wei, Huang Peng couldn't help but anger. He slapped the chair next to him with his right palm, and the chair collapsed to pieces.

Huang Peng smashed the next chair with a palm, and Su Yan was startled.

"Brother Peng, what's the matter? What happened?" Su Yan couldn't help but asked with an anxiety.

Huang Peng looked up, glanced at his wife Su Yan and his son, and sighed in his heart. In the end, he explained what happened in the main hall just now. When his father Huang Qide opened this spiritual pond, he should have given Huang Xiaolong the qualifications to enter the practice. Instead, it gave Huang Wei, Huang Peng slapped the chair next to him in anger.

"Father is too partial to do this! He only sees Huang Wei's grandson!" Su Yan's eyes widened after hearing this, and angrily said: "Does he still regard our Xiaolong as his grandson?!"

Huang Xiaolong did not speak, and sneered in his heart. Although he won Huang Wei at the annual meeting a few days ago, although he showed his second-tier strength in front of his grandfather Huang Qide, his grandfather Huang Qide still did not really take him seriously, presumably In the heart of grandfather Huang Qide, he broke through the second order, that is, he has taken the luck of shit, and his future achievements are far from comparable to Huang Wei.

"And that Zhou Guang, dare to say that our little dragon went to the spiritual pond to cultivate, it was a waste of the spiritual potion of the spiritual pond!" Su Yan said angrily: "This dog slave, if it weren't for his big brother Huang Ming to support him, He dare to say that!"

Although Zhou Guang is an elder, in Huangjiazhuang, the status of the elder is higher than that of some high-level guards, and after all, he is still a slave.

"Xiaolong, I'm sorry!" Huang Peng looked at his son, with a low voice and guilt: "It's dad and it's useless. Not only did he fail to win the qualification for the opening of the spiritual pool this time, it was taken away by Huang Wei!"

Huang Xiaolong heard the words and smiled calmly: "Father, mother, don't worry, at the next annual meeting, I will not only beat Huang Wei so hard that he can't even recognize his father, but also beat him so hard that he can't even recognize his grandfather!"

Since grandfather Huang Qide is so eccentric and valued his precious grandson Huang Wei so much, then his grandson with a "level 7" martial arts spirit will let his grandfather Huang Qide see clearly that his shit luck will get better and better, and more and more. The stronger!

Not only the next annual meeting, but every subsequent annual meeting, he will beat Huang Wei into a super invincible headhunter!

Huang Peng and Su Yan heard Huang Xiaolong's words and thought it was their son who comforted them, but they just wanted to make them not want to worry, and Huang Peng felt even more guilty.

When Huang Peng and Su Yan think about it, their son only possesses a seventh-level martial arts spirit. As time goes by, the gap between Huang Wei and Huang Wei will increase. After a year, Huang Wei should be able to break through to the third level or even higher. , But it usually takes about two years for a son with a seventh-level martial spirit to break through from the second to the third.

At the next annual meeting, can his son really win against Huang Wei?

"Unless, my son can swallow three more elixir like Yang Guo!" Huang Peng sighed in his heart, but how can there be so many elixir like Yang Guo in the world that his son encounters again?!

Seeing the expressions of his parents, Huang Xiaolong knew that his parents did not believe that he could still defeat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting.

"Father, mother, in the future, I want to practice in Houshan!" After thinking about it, Huang Xiaolong said.

This is also convenient for practicing Yi Jin Jing in the future, otherwise it will be troublesome to run back and forth all the time, and now, Huang Xiaolong does not want to expose his cultivation technique.

"No!" Su Yan shook her head and objected when she heard that, almost without thinking.

Huang Peng also continued: "Little Dragon, I know that you are going to the back mountain to practice in peace of mind, but you only have Tier 2 strength now, which is too dangerous!"

Parents objected. Huang Xiaolong had expected that, after all, he was only a seven-year-old child, and no parent would be assured that his seven-year-old child would leave his home to practice.

"Father, mother, I'm just outside the back mountain, as long as I don't enter the depths of the back mountain, there will be no danger!" Huang Xiaolong said, "Don't worry."

However, no matter how Huang Xiaolong persuaded, Huang Peng and Su Yan disagreed.

"Then next annual meeting, what if I can defeat Huang Wei?" Huang Xiaolong said helplessly and finally changed his tone.

"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 Houshan to practice!" After a while, Huang Peng muttered, "However, we have to wait until the next annual meeting when you defeat Huang Wei."

"Okay, then!" Huang Xiaolong said. In this case, he can only wait for another year. There is no other way.

At this time in the North Hall, Huang Wei heard his father Huang Ming's grandfather Huang Qide's decision when he was in the main hall, and couldn't help smiling brightly: "Or grandpa is wise, knowing that the spiritual pond is a waste even for that kid!"

When he returned from the main hall, Huang Ming was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "Since your grandfather gives you the opportunity to cultivate in this spiritual pond, then don't let your grandfather and me down by then. Although your talent is very high, But you have to work hard to cultivate!"

Huang Wei smiled and said: "Father, don't worry, enter the spiritual pond to practice, I will definitely be able to break through to the third rank in less than a year!" Speaking of this, his eyes are full of hatred: "At the next annual meeting, I will let that little The dog is kneeling in front of me, and I will maimed his hands and feet!"

After Huang Xiaolong returned to the small courtyard from the East Hall, he did not continue to practice the Asura tactic, but took out the drawing from the Asura tactic.

Now that he has broken through Tier 4, he can already practice fighting skills.

On the drawing, there are two sets of fighting skills, one is the Shura swordsmanship that cooperates with the Shura Blade attack, and the other is the Shura Ghost Claw.

There are a total of 18 strokes in the Shura swordsmanship, each of which is divided into three styles, but the Shura ghost claw moves are less, only five claws.

After seeing the Shura swordsmanship and the Shura ghost claws, Huang Xiaolong's eyes fell on the first small picture of the Shura swordsmanship, and he decided to practice the Shura swordsmanship first.

Coming out of the room and coming to the courtyard, Huang Xiaolong summoned Shura's Blade, recalling the attack posture and the way of Qi Jin in the first small picture of Shura's swordsmanship. The Shura's blade was swept out, and only a dozen blades were seen. The light appeared out of thin air, slowly rotating, forming two wind clusters, continuously rotating and rolling in the small courtyard.

The first stroke of Shura swordsmanship: the wind of hell.