The Most Powerful Young Man

On the outskirts of Haitian City, there is a row of courtyards. Fang Hai paid for one. Now Xiao Yao and others live in it.

"Brother Xiao, is this potion really useful?" Fang Hai squatted on the edge of a large wooden barrel, looking at Xiao Yao and asked.

The wooden barrel was about a meter high, filled with pitch-black potion, exuding heat, and Xiao Yao, who was naked, was thrown into the potion and soaked. At this moment, he was sweating profusely. Eyes were closed tightly, and the expression on his face seemed a bit painful.

"These medicinal materials are all hard to find." Xiao Yao said, "I have spent such a long time, such a lot of effort, if the potion I got out of it is of no use, what am I spending this time for?"

Fang Hai smiled and asked: "Then this potion can heal Lao Song's injuries!"

Xiao Yao smiled mysteriously and said: "It's not just that. Now, Lao Song is still very painful, but I believe it is all worthwhile for him. After he fully recovers, he should be able to detect what is in his body. Has changed."

He was confident when he spoke.

"Oh?" Fang Hai glanced at Xiao Yao, his eyes also showed a hint of excitement, "Brother Xiao, everyone is brothers, you can't favor one another! I also want to soak the potion!"

"You sore, old Song was originally a master, practicing family, are you?" Xiao Yao scolded with a smile.

"Um..." Fang Hai was silent for a while, and then cautiously asked, "Then I don't know if this potion has the effect of losing weight?"

"..." Xiao Yao's heart was twitching, what exactly was in Fang Hai's mind, this precious potion, this guy actually wanted to use it to lose weight!

"Okay, don't pay attention to this, let's not say that you can't just survive the pain of this potion itself, even if you can resist it, it is estimated that it will not last long, so it can have an effect for you. Minimal." Xiao Yao said sternly.

Fang Hai was greatly disappointed when Xiao Yao said so, and could only nod his head.

"In fact, losing weight may not be a good thing, but you can start with diet." Xiao Yao smiled, "Do you really want to lose weight?"

"Of course I thought about it!" Fang Hai said excitedly, "Brother Xiao, don't you know, those netizens of mine all said after seeing my photos, as long as I can lose weight, that would be Haitian Wu Yanzu! Hey, so I am now I want to lose weight with all my heart."

"You are just strong and not fat, so what do you want to lose weight for." Xiao Yao said without a good air, "Besides, you don't look like Wu Yanzu when you lose weight, but don't say, you really have a celebrity appearance."

"Oh?" Fang Hai burst into laughter when Xiao Yao said so, "Then you can tell me, which celebrity do I look like?"

"Song Xiaobao." Xiao Yao said truthfully.

"..."

Fang Hai feels so tired, this world is really like this, ridicule is always there...

Jiangnan, rainy days.

The sea and the sky are shining brightly, and the south of the Yangtze River is misty and rainy.

The Song family compound, the original servants, have all been driven away, and some have left on their own initiative.

This is a large courtyard. In the courtyard of the courtyard, there is a martial arts training ground. On both sides of the martial arts field, there are two weapon racks. On the wooden racks are 18 kinds of weapons, knives, guns and clubs, and relatively unpopular maces and halberds. It is readily available.

In the middle of the martial arts field, there was a man standing, wearing a black short robe, holding a long sword in his hand, the sword moved with his heart, and the wind blew messy the rain.

Every move and every style seemed to be endowed with a certain kind of spirituality, that sword was no longer a cold weapon, but a living animal.

Suddenly, the man's speed is getting faster and faster, and every move will attract a strong wind.

Gradually, the rain stopped, and the sword in his hand stopped naturally.

"Young Master." After the man stopped, an old man approached him. When the talented man was practicing swordsman, he had been waiting by the side, his glasses were full of surprise, and he seemed to be a little envious.

"Old man, how long have we been out?" The young man asked the old man with a smile.

"One month." The old man said.

"It's been a month, but my cultivation level still hasn't grown a bit. I'm still stuck here. It's really not a simple thing to see the energy in my body transform into aura. It's just that the outside world, really Can you help me? Oh, the environment is so bad, I don’t know how the ancient martial master of the world-breaking realm can still appear." The young man retracted the sword into the scabbard, walked to the stone table, and sat down, if he was careful Observation will reveal that even when it was outside, it was raining, and there was no water stain on his clothes.

"Young Master, the master said that if you want to let go, you must get it first. Now if you want to take a step forward, you need not only the realm of cultivation, but more importantly, the change of the state of mind. If the state of mind cannot be helped, I can't find an opportunity, and it doesn't make any sense to cultivate hard." The old man said with a smile.

"Opportunity?" A cold color flashed in the young man's eyes, "It's light, but do I have so much time before? Huh, in half a year, a new selection meeting will be held within the cave day. If I I can’t make it to the top rankings directly, I will only be eliminated. Not only will I be eliminated by the cave sky, but my status in the family will inevitably plummet. I will be a fart by then!"

Speaking of irritation, the young man slapped it down, and the stone table beside him was immediately torn apart.

"You don't have to worry about the young master. As far as I know, there are only two or three people in the entire cave sky that have broken through to the realm of cultivation. Within half a year, as long as we find an opportunity, we can still enter the sky list." When the old man said this, he paused for a while, then sighed, and said, "Young Master, is it really important to be in the ranking list?"

"What do you mean?" The young man smiled. "Only by entering the ranking list can you become a true cultivator, enter the Treasure Pavilion, and get the best mentality that suits me best. You know that the mentality has something for cultivators. How important is it?"

The old man said nothing this time.

"By the way, how is the Song family's affairs going?" The young man changed the subject.

"The young child named Song Yilin has been rewarded by me, and Song Niliu was also sealed off by me, and was temporarily under house arrest." The old man couldn't help but ask, "It's just the young master. I have a question that I don’t understand. Song Peng is an Adou who can’t afford it at all, and his character is so bad, why should we help him? Besides, even if he really becomes the Patriarch of the Song family, it’s good for us. How can it help?"

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help laughing again: "In my opinion, Song Niliu is a good person."

"We don't need people of good character. Only Song Peng can help us achieve our goals." The young man sneered. "You said just now. The most important thing for me now is to get. What is it to get? Money? We don’t lack these. What I need now is power, monstrous power! This is what I have never got before, so I have to use the Song family first, then lift them up and smooth it out. Only after China's entire ancient martial arts world can it become the master."

"What's the point of being the master of this place?" The old man smiled and shook his head. "Compared with our cave, this place is simply not a world!"

"China has thirty-six caves and heavens, and every cave is in the secret realm of cultivation, but they are all in China." The young man glanced at the old man, his eyes deep, "Don't you still think about it now? After becoming the master of China , I will be able to find the remaining nodes, and when I find the nodes, I will wipe out the rest of the cave. In that way, we will be the real powerhouses!"

The old man was a little surprised when he heard this, probably he didn't expect that the young master he was following would have such ambitions.

"Young Master, the key question now is that even if we do find those caves, we may not be their opponents! Moreover, the remaining 35 caves and heavens are all unknown to us. Go Trouble with them, it seems that there is no guarantee. Maybe they are much stronger than us?"

The young man was silent for a moment and nodded.

"What you said makes sense, but do you know what it means to plan ahead? Since this is something I have to do sooner or later, why not prepare in advance?" the young man said with a smile.

Speaking of this, a middle-aged man hurried towards them.

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao." The middle-aged man was already sweating profusely when he ran up to him.

"Patriarch Song, what are you looking for?" the young man said with a smile.

The person here is not someone else, but Song Niuliu's younger brother and Song Yilin's second uncle, Song Peng.

Song Peng listened to Zhao Shaoye's words, smiled embarrassedly, and waved his hand quickly: "Young Master Zhao is laughing, what kind of Patriarch I am now, this is still a matter of no shadow!"

"When Song Jiangshan is dead, Song Niliu and his son will also be destroyed by us, aren't you the Patriarch of the Song family?" Zhao Shaoye said with a smile, "It's a matter of time, just wait until Song Yilin comes. We can get rid of him."

Speaking of this, Zhao Shaoye seems to be somewhat incomprehensible: "That Song Yilin's strength is just that, why didn't you just kill him in the first place?"

When Song Peng heard this, he could only respond with a wry smile. This Young Master Zhao was really good everywhere, but he didn't think too much.

To be honest, why didn't he want to kill Song Yilin directly? After all, as long as Song Yilin is still alive, even if Song Niliu and Song Jiangshan are dead, the Patriarch of the Song Family will not be able to turn him. Who will let even Song Yilin be much stronger than him? Even if Song Yilin wanted to leave this world, he lacked a reason! If Song Yilin was killed directly without any explanation, what should the people in Neijianghu think of him? It is estimated that the Song family will still be punished by all the major clans in the inner rivers and lakes. At that time, his Song Peng will become a target of public criticism, which is not what he wants to see.