Farming Boy With A Magic Ring

Yang Hsingchen smiled and said, "It's the Martial Saint you guys are talking about!"    

Zhang Dazhi was obviously a little scared. He glanced outside and said, "Oh, he is not here. He has been living in Wan Country for a long time."    

Yang Hsingchen said, "How about this? Send someone over and tell him that I'm looking for him. Ask him to come over."    

Zhang Dazhi immediately asked a guard beside him to come over. Although the guard looked scared, he did not dare to disobey the order. He hurriedly flapped his wings and flew away.    

Old ruffian glared at Zhang Dazhi. "Sissy, you are a petty person. Why didn't you order someone to bring good wine and food? Didn't you hear Master Loong's hungry growling?"    

Zhang Dazhi immediately ordered people to go and cook. Yang Hsingchen slightly moved closer to him. He reminded him in a low voice, "Mo, since you are going to be the king of this country soon. Then why don't you take the opportunity to get some more back? Don't tell me you want to go back empty-handed?"    

Zhang Dazhi's eyes lit up and he immediately whispered, "Alright, Boss, why don't you carve a space for me? It'll be convenient to store it like this."    

Yang Hsingchen pulled out the space in the bracelet that he had used before. First, he canceled the connection with him. Then, after Third Brother recognized the bracelet as his master, he took care of the things that he needed to take note of before letting him go and get the treasure.    

Half an hour later, Zhang Dazhi walked back with a face full of excitement. At this time, the dishes were ready, but Yang Si had not come yet. Yang Hsingchen waved his hand and said, "Don't wait for him. Let's start eating!"    

Just as he finished speaking, his replica flew over with a swoosh.    

When the officials of Angel Country saw him, they immediately knelt down and respectfully shouted, "Your subordinate will participate in the Martial Saint competition!"    

Yang Si waved his hand proudly and looked at Yang Hsingchen. He was stunned for a moment, then he said with a face full of disbelief, "My god, Yang Da, could it be that my feeling is wrong?"    

Yang Hsingchen laughed, "Haha, your feeling is right. I was indeed killed at that time, and then I survived. Come, come, sit down. Let's talk while eating. "    

"Alright!" Yang Si had a lot of doubts and cunning thoughts about Yang Er and Yang Sann. He plopped down, picked up a bowl of wine, and gulped it down. He smiled and said, "Yang Da, this immortal wine of yours is really full of energy. Oh right, you called them Yang Er and Yang Sann, did you call me Yang Si?"    

Yang Hsingchen laughed out loud, "Haha, your guess is right. I did call you Yang Si. Anyway, I didn't mean to call you out in order. "    

That Yang Si chuckled, "Doesn't that mean that when you see that brother who likes to practice martial arts, you will call him Yang Wu?"    

Yang Hsingchen smiled and said, "I don't think I can see him anymore. He doesn't have a place to stay like you guys. He runs to the sky and watches those black holes. I don't know when he will come back!"    

Yang Si laughed and nodded. "Alright, let's not talk about him anymore. Oh right, Big Yang, why can't I feel any divine power from you?"    

Yang Hsingchen spread his hands. "Isn't that obvious? You've been crippled of your martial arts."    

"Huh? Is that so? In other words, you were defeated and came back with your tail between your legs? " Yang Si's eyes were full of disdain.    

Yang Hsingchen chuckled. "Don't look down on me, kid. Although I was crippled of my martial arts, I still managed to get rid of them. I have also gotten my revenge, so no one came here to disturb you. "    

Yang Si laughed disdainfully. "Haha, Big Yang, I found out that you are really hypocritical. You are still pretending to be thirteen in front of me even though you have been crippled of your martial arts. And you even settled the matter with me? Without martial arts, how could you deal with him? Don't tell me you're shaking your head and begging him like a dog?"    

At this point, his face darkened, and his mouth became dirty. " Damn it, it's said that a man would rather die standing than standing. And don't live on your knees. You're shaking your head and tail at your enemies like this, don't you feel ashamed? I'm f * cking embarrassed!"    

" Damn it. No wonder Mo Yuzhen and Sumei were willing to follow Yang Er and Yang Sann. I'm not following you anymore. Only trash like you. Who would be willing to follow you? Oh right, from today onwards, I'm the f * cking Yang Da. You're a coward and your name is Yang Jiu. No, you're not allowed to take the surname Yang. You can take the surname of Zhang Dazhi or Wang Hongyun. Anyway, if you dare to have the surname Yang, I'll kill you!"    

Yang Hsingchen was so angry that he laughed out loud. Before he could say anything, old ruffian laughed out loud and said, "Hahaha, heavens! Now you know what it means to be pushed down by others, right?"    

"Sissy, look. Look at your brothers. After you were in trouble, two of them snatched your woman. This one is even more powerful, and he wants to drive you out of the Yang family. Hehe, what a f * cking world cold!"    

Yang Si shouted angrily, "Old man, don't try to sow discord here. The reason why I didn't let his surname be Yang wasn't because his martial arts was crippled. It was because he was too cowardly and cowardly to kneel down and beg for forgiveness from his opponent. How can such a person be worthy of being my source? "    

Old ruffian drank a few mouthfuls of wine with disdain on his face, then asked with his eyes slanted. " Mother, who told you that he knelt down to beg for mercy? Damn you, you saw with your own eyes that his opponents all knelt down to him, okay? "    

Yang Si was stunned, his face full of disbelief." Tsk, you're lying to a three-year-old kid. Since those big shots crippled his martial arts, how could they still kneel down and beg for mercy? Old man, you're telling a story! "    

Old ruffian was not angry and laughed. "Why do you like to prioritize first impressions so much? It was true that the Killers' martial arts had been crippled. It was also true that they had been beaten to death. But don't tell me that he is not allowed to shine in other martial arts? "    

Yang Si was stunned. "Other martial arts? What martial arts? "    

Old ruffian said proudly, "Of course it's the Black-and-White Arts."    

When he said that, he saw Yang Si squint his eyes with a look of disbelief. He chuckled and continued, "But, it's not a small Black-and-White Arts like you. Let me tell you this, can you see what realm your Master Loong's divine skill has reached?"    

When Yang Si heard old ruffian's question, he immediately sized him up. He was shocked by what he saw, "My god, you have become a Buddha?"    

Old ruffian nodded his head in a pretentious manner, "That's right. At least you have some insight. But even if you have become a Buddha, if you fight with the Heavenly Slaughter, I will lose if I can withstand ten of his attacks!"    

"How is that possible!? Is Yang Da really that powerful? A person who has become a Buddha can't even last ten moves from a person who has lost his martial arts. Are you kidding me?! "    

Old ruffian snorted coldly. "What's impossible about that? Let me tell you, the heavens are killing those who are impossible! He's a true god of slaughter, a legendary existence that kills all who stand in his way! "