Huang Ming looked at Huang Peng who turned around and left, and sneered in his heart. Naturally, he didn't believe that Huang Xiaolong would be lucky enough to win his son next year!

Therefore, the so-called one hundred Dou Qi Pills are simply impossible! As for apology, it is even more impossible!

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

Not long after Huang Xiaolong from the East Palace sat down, he saw his father Huang Peng who was coming back from the North Palace with an angry look on his face.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Huang Xiaolong couldn't help asking.

Su Yan also stood up to greet him.

When Huang Peng saw his son, he felt guilty and didn't say anything. He came to the seat of the hall and sat down, lowered his head. Not only did he not disappear, but he became even more angry.

"It's too much!"

"It's 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 be angry and slapped his right palm to the chair next to him, and the chair collapsed and shattered.

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

"Brother Peng, what's wrong? What happened?" Su Yan couldn't help but feel anxious and asked.

Huang Peng looked up, looked at his wife Su Yan and his son, sighed in his heart, and finally told him what happened in the main hall just now. When his father Huang Qide opened the spiritual pool this time, he should have given Huang Xiaolong the qualification to go in to practice, but instead gave Huang Wei. Huang Peng angrily and patted the chair next to him away.

"Dad is so biased about doing this! He only has the grandson of Huang Wei!" After hearing this, Su Yan glared at the almond eyes and said angrily: "Does he still regard our Xiaolong as his grandson?!"

Huang Xiaolong did not speak, and sneered in his heart. Although he beat 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 did not really look at him. I believe that in his grandfather Huang Qide's heart, he would have broken through the second level by himself, which means he had luck. His future achievements are far from comparable to Huang Wei.

"There is also that Zhou Guang, who dares to say that our little dragon entered the spiritual pool to practice, wasted the power of the spiritual medicine!" Su Yan said angrily: "If this dog slave hadn't relied on the support of the eldest brother Huang Ming behind him, he would have dared to say this!"

Although Zhou Guang is an elder, in Huangjiazhuang, the elder's status 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, his voice a little low and guilty: "It's useless to be my father. This time the qualification to open the spirit pool is not only not able to win you, but it is taken away by Huang Wei!"

When Huang Xiaolong heard this, he smiled indifferently: "Dad, mom, don't worry, in the next annual meeting, I will not only beat Huang Wei so much 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 partial and valued his precious grandson Huang Wei so much, then his grandson with a "level seventh-level" martial soul will be clearly seen by grandfather Huang Qide. His luck will get better and stronger!

Not only the next annual meeting, but every annual meeting in the future, he will beat Huang Wei to become a super invincible headhunter!

After hearing Huang Xiaolong's words, Huang Peng and Su Yan thought that their son comforted them, but they just wanted the two not to worry, and Huang Peng felt even more guilty.

Huang Peng and Su Yan think that their son only has a seventh-level martial soul. As time goes by, the gap with Huang Wei will become bigger and bigger. In a year, Huang Wei should be able to break through the third level or even higher. However, it usually takes about two years for a son with a seventh-level martial soul to break through from the second level to the third level.

In the next annual meeting, can my son really beat Huang Wei?

"Unless, my son can swallow three more spiritual medicines like Yang Fruit!" Huang Peng sighed in his heart, but how could so many spiritual medicines like Yang Fruit be encountered by his son again in the world?!

Seeing his parents' expressions, Huang Xiaolong knew that his parents didn't believe that he could still defeat Huang Wei in the next annual meeting.

"Dad, mom, in the future, I want to practice in the back mountain!" After thinking about it, Huang Xiaolong spoke.

This is also convenient for practicing the Yijin Sutra in the future, otherwise it would be a bit troublesome if you keep running back and forth. Moreover, now, Huang Xiaolong doesn't want to expose the Shura Art he has practiced.

"No!" Su Yan shook her head and objected when she heard this.

Huang Peng also continued: "Xiaolong, I know you want to go to the back mountain to practice to practice with peace of mind, but you only have the second-level strength now, which is too dangerous!"

Huang Xiaolong had long expected that his parents were just a seven-year-old child now, and no parent would be assured that his seven-year-old child would leave his home village to practice.

"Dad, mom, 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, Huang Peng and Su Yan disagreed without permission.

"What if I can defeat Huang Wei 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 in the next annual meeting, then I will allow you to go to the back mountain to practice!" After a while, Huang Peng pondered: "However, you have to wait for the next annual meeting, and you will defeat Huang Wei."

"Okay!" Huang Xiaolong said, since this is the case, he can only wait for another year, and there is nothing he can do about it.

At this time, when Huang Wei heard his father Huang Ming tell the decision of his grandfather Huang Qide when he was in the main hall, he couldn't help but smile brightly: "It's still grandpa who is wise. I know that even if the spirit pool is practiced for that kid, it would be a waste!"

After returning from the main hall, Huang Ming was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "Since your grandfather gave you this opportunity to practice the Spirit Pool, then don't let your grandfather down and I be disappointed. Although you have a high talent, you still have to practice hard!"

Huang Wei smiled and said, "Dad, don't worry, it takes less than a year to enter the spiritual pool to practice, I will definitely be able to break through to the third level!" Speaking of this, my eyes were full of hatred: "At the next annual meeting, I will let the puppy kneel in front of me, and I will cripple his hands and feet!"

After Huang Xiaolong returned to the small yard from the East Palace, he did not continue to practice the Shura Art, but took out the drawing in the Shura Art.

Now, he has broken through the fourth level and can already practice fighting skills.

On the drawings, there is a set of fighting skills, one is the Shura sword technique that cooperates with the attack of Shura Blade, and the other is the Shura Ghost Claw.

There are eighteen moves in Shura Sword Technique, each move is divided into three moves, but the Shura Ghost Claw moves are fewer, with only five claws.

After looking at the Shura Sword Technique and Shura Ghost Claws, Huang Xiaolong's eyes fell on the first small picture of Shura Sword Technique, and he decided to practice Shura Sword Technique first.

After coming out of the room and coming to the courtyard, Huang Xiaolong summoned the Shura Blade and recalled the attack posture and qi power operation method of the first small diagram of Shura Sword Technique. The Shura Blade swung out, and more than a dozen blade lights appeared out of nowhere and slowly rotated, forming two wind balls, which continued to rotate and roll in the courtyard.

The first move of Shura Sword Technique: Hell's Wind.
Chapter completed!