Self-cultivation of the villain prince

As for the sudden rise of Wuyou Wangfu, it was beyond everyone's expectations.

Before long, Xie Yu came to the manor.

The first thing you see when you step off the carriage is a group of buildings built against the mountain. In front of Xie Yu and others is a double-decked wooden building with several fine iron chains hanging from the eaves of the top floor. The hills are connected.

When I walked to the gate of the manor, there was a plaque engraved with the word "Yi He" on it, and the gesture was natural.

And under the gate, dozens of warriors in gray costumes lined up and knelt on one knee.

"See the prince!"

They wore the same style of clothes, their movements were neat and full of energy, and Xie Yu was very satisfied at first glance.

Let the doormen wear uniform clothing, this is to enhance team cohesion and sense of honor.

Today, he is finally no longer a polished commander.

Xie Yu nodded and motioned for them to get up.

These warriors also have at least the sixth level of the Houtian realm, and even the peak of the Houtian realm has two, and the hard-working warrior who fought against Xie Yu last time was among them.

Most of these people came from casual cultivators or small families, and they took refuge in Wuyou Wangfu, mainly because they heard that Xie Yu would give a technique that was enough to cultivate to the innate.

At this moment, as Xie Yu walked towards him, everyone was looking forward to it.

A figure knelt down towards Xie Yu, and knocked his head uprightly: "My child pays homage to the foster father!"

Yes, this person is Liu Qingping.

He came to the manor early to wait for Xie Yu. The doormen heard yesterday that Wang Wuyou had recognized a son, and they met at the moment, only for a moment, and then vacated a best place for him.

Liu Qingping naturally sneered in his heart.

He didn't know that others looked at him with contempt, but so what?

No matter how disdainful, no matter how contemptuous, what is really going on? Isn't it necessary to talk to yourself in a good manner?

In his opinion, the difference between these people and himself is that they are more extreme and decisive, but they are essentially the same.

However, facing Xie Yu, who had mastered his own destiny, he did not dare to show any disrespect.

Xie Yu stared at Liu Qingping for two seconds, then smiled and helped him up.

In this world, he only trusts his own wives. As for Liu Qingping... he just thinks it is fun to accept the other party, and he can also try to use him to attack some people.

Many people are addicted to power, but they actually like the superiority of manipulating the fate of others.

Xie Yu patted Yizi on the shoulder: "I heard you came early, not bad."

Afterwards, he looked at the doorman on the side and said: "You are all masters who have passed the royal palace review. This king is not stingy in teaching you martial arts, but the premise is that you can guarantee your loyalty to this king."

When the voice fell, all the warriors present shouted in unison: "I wish to die for the prince!"

The martial arts that can cultivate to the congenital realm are enough to set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes. They are all warriors who are unwilling to stay in the acquired realm for a lifetime.

"Very good!" Xie Yu patted his palms.

He led everyone to the martial arts field behind the manor, and from here on was the valley, which was more than enough to accommodate dozens of martial artists.

Xie Yu walked to the center of the martial arts field and spoke loudly.

"Manager Qian Jie should have told you what should be said yesterday, and this king will not repeat it."

"This technique is called Desperate Eight Killing Palms. It's just common to squeeze gold and iron after success, and it can also use secret energy to destroy the enemy's body."

"You don't need any talents to practice martial arts, but..."

Halfway through the conversation, Xie Yu suddenly stopped speaking.

Everyone raised their heads together, looking suspiciously.

Xie Yu sneered and pointed to the few people in the queue: "But...this technique, this king will not teach it to spies."

The eyes of the few named were panicked for a moment, but they quickly suppressed the shock in their hearts and knelt directly: "The prince misunderstood..."

Before the words were over, Xie Yu turned into a number of indistinguishable figures like ghosts. These figures either punched or claws, and the speed far exceeded the reaction of everyone present.

These phantoms composed of [Phantom Demon] and controlled air flow dissipate in the air after an attack, but the fist marks or claw marks on the person who were hit are clearly visible.

The magical martial arts moves shocked everyone. Of course, what they cared more about was the figures lying on the ground, bleeding from the seven orifices.

These people have all cultivated the secret method of hiding their breath. Although they are not of high grade, it is easy to hide from the guests present.

At this moment, they were hit hard, and their aura leaked. Everyone realized that these people were all masters of the eighth layer of the acquired realm.

But these people can't even catch Xie Yu's move!

Their gaze immediately moved to Xie Yu, only to find that he was covering his mouth and coughing, and a few sharp-eyed people vaguely saw the bright red in the gap between his palms.

At this time, everyone remembered that Xie Yu was still seriously injured.

Liu Qingping hurried forward, looking very anxious: "Foster father, you are the body of a daughter, why do you need to do this by yourself?"

His tone was sincere and sincere, and all the guests present were shocked by his thick face. While contemptuous in his heart, he hated himself for not having such a flattering ability.

Today, Wuyou Wang is no longer the idle prince with sparse martial arts and no real power.In Xie Yu's own eyes, he was still just a pawn, but in the eyes of most people, Wang Wuyou was already a high-ranking person who could determine their fate.

In the face of the passionate licking of the righteous son, Xie Yu just gave an ordinary hum, and then waved his hand to let the servants take all the spies away for torture.

The qi and blood induction brought by the hard work, coupled with the malicious perception of [Mingjingtai], Xie Yu found them at the door as early as possible, and now he is in trouble, just to kill the chickens and the monkeys to establish majesty.

With the fate of these people, the eyes of other doormen looking at Xie Yu became more awed.

Seeing that the effect was almost complete, Xie Yu asked Liu Qingping to return to the queue, and he stood with his hand in hand and slowly said: "This king just used the deadly eight kills. If you can cultivate to great success, you can also achieve this king. The effect just now."

"This martial arts is a combination of internal and external training. There are eight types of external skills. Internal skills can be cultivated to the innate. When shot, the qi penetrates the arms and is unmatched. The true qi is accompanied by shock and penetrating power. Make the enemy painful."

The eyes of everyone on the court could not help being a little eager, even Song Le, Qian Jie and others were a little moved.

They all thought that Xie Yu would only teach some martial arts that could barely be cultivated to the innate, but they didn't expect to get a martial arts specializing in killing.

The heritage of the palace cannot be underestimated!

Xie Yu had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions, and said in a flat tone: "Today, this king will teach you the first two styles and internal strength. This internal strength takes both yin and yang into consideration, and everyone can transfer...I hope you can complete it as soon as possible. "

"Yes!" Everyone knelt on one knee, showing excitement.

After teaching martial arts, Xie Yu secretly exuded courage, and brainwashed the disciples through mental pressure.