MTL - Invincible Conqueror

Until Huang Xiaolong opened the hall for a long time, no one dared to speak in the hall.

"Hey, look?" After a long time, Huang Ming looked at Huang Qide's face, whispered.

Huang Qide sighed and sighed, then waved his hand: "All scattered, this annual meeting, this is the end." After that, turned and left, the figure was a bit sloppy and lonely.

It ends here!

The elders of Huangjiazhuang, the governors, the disciples face each other.

"All are scattered!" Huang Ming waited for Huang Qide's figure to disappear, waved his hand, and then left under the support of the elders Zhou Guang and others. After a while, the elders of Huangjiazhuang, the management, the disciples left.

This is the end of the first annual meeting since the establishment of Huangjiazhuang.

After Huang Xiaolong left the front hall, he returned to the small courtyard. It was not long before he returned to the small courtyard. Huang Peng and Su Yan passed. Seeing their parents, Huang Xiaolong knew that there were many questions in the parents’ mind and did not wait for Huang Peng and Su Yan. When people open, Huang Xiaolong will sink and say: "Hey, mother, I know that you want to ask me to break through the fourth-order thing, but there are some things that I can't explain to you now."

Huang Peng and Su Yan looked at each other.

"Xiaolong, then, the predecessor, he is?" Hesitated, Huang Peng asked.

Feihou seniors? Huang Xiaolong thought for a moment and said: "I have worshipped a strange person as a teacher. Fei Hou is the master of my master, so he called me a young master."

At least the teacher respected me and repaired the door, Huang Xiaolong did not say.

Huang Peng and Su Yan both felt stunned in their hearts, and then they were overjoyed. I didn’t expect my son to be a wise man. Fei Hou was the tenth-order late peak, then what is the son’s master? !

At the thought of this, the two were excited.

"Xiaolong, your strength now, is it in the middle of the fourth stage?" Then Su Yan asked, and then looked at his son with Huang Peng.

At the annual meeting, Huang Xiaolong said that the beginning of the fourth stage is only part of his strength.

"The fourth-order mid-term?" Huang Xiaolong stunned, and finally nodded, believing that the fourth-order mid-term strength, after all, the fifth-order late peak is too horrible.

Huang Peng and Su Yan saw his son admit his fourth-term mid-term strength, and his heart was overjoyed, but more shocked, the fourth-order mid-term! It turned out to be a fourth-order mid-term!

"Hey, mother, waited two days to finish the New Year, I plan to leave Huangjiazhuang and go out to practice!" Huang Xiaolong said.

"What? Experience?!" Huang Peng and Su Yan were shocked. Almost at the same time, the two said the same thing: "No!"

Huang Xiaolong said: "I know what you are worried about, there are fees, I will not be in any danger."

"Xiaolong, I know that you want to leave Huangjiazhuang now because of your grandfather's business, but he is your grandfather after all, don't hate him in your heart, and you are still too young, or wait two years before you go out. Experience?" Huang Peng said in a tone of discussion and Huang Xiaolong.

Although Huang Xiaolong has a ten-order strongman to follow, but it is too small, it is less than nine years old. Huang Peng and Su Yan can let their sons go out and practice now!

"Okay, hey, mother, I have already decided. I will leave after the New Year." Huang Xiaolong shook his head and looked determined. He admitted that he wanted to leave Huangjiazhuang now. He didn't want to see Grandpa Huang Qide, Dabo Huang Ming and his son, but he wanted to leave. It’s not entirely because of the two people who went out to practice in Huangjiazhuang.

He wants to use his practice to temper himself and make himself stronger, and he wants to see the wider world outside of Huangjiazhuang, and more powerful outside.

Huang Peng and Su Yan saw his son's eyes, and he sighed in his heart. It is useless to know that the two men would persuade their sons.

Thinking that his son is about to stay away from himself, Su Yan’s heart is soft and his eyes are red: “Xiao Long, then you are leaving this time, when will you come back?”

Huang Xiaolong’s heart was warm and smiled: “Mother, don’t worry, my son will definitely come back to see you before the next annual meeting.”

"The next annual meeting?" Su Yan's heart was slightly better. Then, Su Yan smashed a lot to Huang Xiaolong, such as going out to pay attention to the body, paying attention to the sinister outsiders, not fighting with others.

Huang Xiaolong can only helplessly nod and say that.

After more than two hours, Huang Peng and Su Yan left the small yard.

"Fei Hou, after two days of the New Year, we will leave. You can see what needs to be prepared now, and prepare for one or two." After the parents left, Huang Xiaolong said to Fei Hou.

"Yes, the doorkeeper!"

Nothing in the night.

On the cold jade bed, Huang Xiaolong stopped Shurao to practice, looked at the clear sky outside, and walked out of the room. After coming to the small courtyard, Huang Xiaolong practiced the wind of hell.

"The **** of this wind has been cultivated into Dacheng, and what he owes in the future is only the temperament of the martial arts. Then, the second move of practicing the swordsmanship." One hour later, Huang Xiaolong stopped the practice of **** and practiced the dark.

Huang Xiaolong took out the drawing and looked at the small picture of the second move of Shura’s swordsmanship.

The second trick of Shura's swordsmanship: the tears of Shura.

Tears of Shura? This name is quite special. Huang Xiaolong will look at the tactical running route and attack posture of the second trick when attacking the body. After completely remembering, the drawing will be taken back to Shura. The hands of Shura’s blade do not know when it has appeared. , flying in the air, under the air, attacked out, I saw a blade of mans from the air in the air constantly falling, yes, it is falling, just like tears dripping from the air.

The first stroke of the Shura swordsmanship is to stand on the ground and attack, and the second stroke of Shura must be in the air.

After a blow, Huang Xiaolong's body fell from the air and stood there, recalling the attack posture of the attacking posture and drawings. After half an hour, he flew again and attacked.

This time, the blade becomes softer and it seems that there is no power at all, such as extremely fine drizzle.

In the past half an hour, Huang Xiaolong shot again.

For example, when he began to cultivate the wind of hell, Huang Xiaolong stood there and waited for half an hour before he took another shot.

In the cultivation of Huang Xiaolong, the sky was slowly darkening.

After another attack, Huang Xiaolong fell from the air and stood in the small courtyard. He shook his head and shook his head. Although the power of the second stroke of Shura was stronger than at the beginning, it still did not. To reach Xiaocheng, according to the drawings, after the attack, the tears of the swordsmanship produced the sound of Shura’s tears and tears, and Fang began to become a small.

When Huang Xiaolong was practicing, Fei Hou was outside the small yard.

In fact, this Shurao swordsmanship and another set of Shurao ghosts must be cultivated by those who cultivate Shurao, so Huang Xiaolong is not worried about Feihou or other people stealing.

Huang Xiaolong had just stopped practicing and it didn't take long. Suddenly, outside the small yard, there was a footstep sound. Huang Xiaolong looked at it. He saw the grandfather Huang Qide and Dabo Huang Ming. In addition to the two, there was also his father Huang Peng.

Huang Xiaolong frowned.