Yang Xingzhou had never had a good impression of the Jueqing Valley, but after seeing the four iron nets they left behind, he was still very interested. Any one of the people in the Jueqing Valley would never be Zhou Botong's opponent, but

Just because of this fishing net formation, Zhou Botong was forced to go to the sky and have no way to go to the earth. Such a powerful master could not break it, which shows how powerful this fishing net formation is.

Even Ouyang Feng was a little helpless when facing the fishing net formation. If Yang Guo hadn't followed Yang Xingzhou's method and sprinkled a piece of quicklime powder, it would have been really difficult for everyone to escape.

However, this fishing net formation can only deal with unprepared people. For masters like Old Naughty Boy, if they are prepared in advance, there is actually no need to be afraid. Even if this fishing net formation has magnets that can absorb hidden weapons, if they use stones, bamboo chopsticks, etc.

Things are used as hidden weapons, and it will be difficult for these net-wielders to stop them. Besides, how powerful can a mere magnet be?

When the master of concealed weapons fired the concealed weapon, it was so powerful and fast that these people had no chance to intercept it with the iron net. The reason why the old naughty boy and Ouyang Feng could not crack it was because they were a little confused when faced with such a weird thing.

Without clear thinking, if they were prepared, this fishing net array would never be able to stop them.

But this is already a very good formation. Even the five best formations in the world can be defeated by it, which is enough to see how extraordinary it is.

"These nets are good, and they are really easy to use to catch people."

Yang Xingzhou held an iron net in his hand, praised him a few times, and said to Zhou Botong: "Zhou Botong, do you want to seek revenge from the owner of the Jueqing Valley?"

Zhou Botong shook his head and said: "There is no need for revenge. Although the ruthless Valley Master slapped me and injured me, the bees I brought over also injured many of them. We are all even. I will not be in big trouble in the future."

Just don’t go to Jueqing Valley!”

He is an open-minded person and does not hold grudges against anyone. Not to mention the ruthless Valley Master, he does not even remember Ouyang Feng who almost killed him several times. He is not angry when others beat him or scold him, and he is hurt by others.

He loved him, but he didn't feel it heartlessly, and he didn't care about anything in his heart. He was really open-minded to the extreme.

Although the Cruel Valley Master caught him with various tricks, and slapped him again after catching him, causing him to vomit blood and hurt him, he still didn't hate the Cruel Valley Master very much, and he forgot about it in the blink of an eye.

Seeing him like this, Yang Xingzhou admired this man's broad-mindedness and said with a smile: "There is no need to take revenge. It's good to just steal something from him to make him worry!"

The old naughty boy was immediately overjoyed. Yang Xingzhou's words almost touched his heart. He nodded hurriedly and said: "Yes, yes, there are many interesting and good things in this Jueqing Valley. You can take some out and have a look!"

For him, killing people in revenge goes against the tenets of Taoism. Although Gongsun Zhi is hateful, it will not make him have murderous intentions.

But after all, being slapped by this person really made Zhou Botong angry. If he secretly stole something in the Jueqing Valley and made the owner of the Jueqing Valley angry, just thinking about the angry look of the owner of the Jueqing Valley would be enough to make him angry.

He was overjoyed.

Yang Xingzhou saw Zhou Botong's eyebrows dancing with excitement, and he laughed and said: "You are injured, please let me heal you. When the injury is healed, let's go to the Jueqing Valley together!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Zhou Botong's wrist, wanting to feel his pulse. Zhou Botong retracted his hand and avoided Yang Xingzhou's casual grasp, saying, "It's okay, you'll be fine in two days!"

Yang Xingzhou raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you know if it's good or not if you don't take a look?"

His body suddenly swayed, and his hands grabbed both of Zhou Botong's wrists at the same time. Zhou Botong twisted his body a few times to avoid Yang Xingzhou's sudden grab, and shouted: "Little brother, what kind of kung fu are you doing?"

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "I am called the powerful eagle claw skill. How does it feel?"

He spoke in his mouth and kept grabbing with his hands. His shots didn't seem to be very fast, but the timing and angle were just right. Each time, Zhou Botong was forced to narrowly escape Yang Xingzhou's grasp. At this time, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zhou Botong

His strength is slightly inferior to that of Yang Xingzhou, but it is difficult for Yang Xingzhou to subdue this old man in a moment.

Zhou Botong was surprised, happy, and surprised, and said: "Little brother, which sect are you a disciple of? Your kung fu is much better than mine!"

Yang Xingzhou said: "How can a small skill compare to Mr. Zhou's authentic Taoism?"

Zhou Botong shook his head and said: "Your internal energy is deeper than mine and your strength is greater than mine. I am indeed not as good as you!"

Although he admitted that he was not as good as Yang Xingzhou, his body movements changed. His two arms suddenly swayed, and he used a set of fierce punches on the left, but his right arm turned into a ball of feminine power. In an instant, one person seemed to have turned into two people.

Attacked Yang Xingzhou.

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "Fighting each other? I have already seen this skill in front of Guo Daxia, so I don't know what the difference is between you and him?"

At this time, Zhou Botong's left hand was using the Great Subduing Demon Fist from the Nine Yin Manual, while his right hand was using the Seventy-two Ways of Kongming Fist that he created.

Compared with Guo Jing, this old man's boxing skills are more sophisticated and his skills are deeper. In terms of strength, he is a bit stronger than Guo Jing. When fighting Yang Xingzhou, although he was on the decline, Yang Xingzhou wanted to take him

Defeat, but it is difficult to achieve in a short time.

When Yang Guo saw Zhou Botong at the beginning, he found that the old man was startled and showed no mastery, and did not think he was anything great. It was not until Yang Xingzhou tried to test Zhou Botong that he realized that Zhou Botong was so great.

You must know that even with Ouyang Feng's cultivation level, he would still inevitably be timid when competing with Yang Xingzhou, but the Zhou Botong in front of him was able to fight with Yang Xingzhou and was able to support him with all his strength.

The two fought for a moment, and Yang Xingzhou suddenly stopped his hand, his body changed from extreme movement to extreme stillness, and said with a smile: "Okay, no more fighting, no more fighting! Zhou Botong, if you don't want me to feel your pulse, that's up to you."

He said to Lu Wushuang: "Shuang'er, pour some tea! No, pour some honey water for Mr. Zhou!"

When Zhou Botong saw that Yang Xingzhou was about to take action, he would stop whenever he wanted without any warning. He was even more impressed and shouted, "Little brother, what's your name?"

Yang Xingzhou said: "I am Yang Xingzhou."

"Yang Xingzhou?"

Zhou Botong recited Yang Xingzhou's name once, and thoughts were running through his mind, but he didn't find any martial arts family named Yang who had such a skill. He thought for a long time, but to no avail.

He took the honey water from Lu Wushuang, drank a few sips, walked to Ouyang Feng, bumped his shoulder against Ouyang Feng, and whispered: "Hey, old poisoner, who is this guy Yang Xingzhou?"

Ouyang Feng didn't expect Zhou Botong to be so familiar with him. Hearing this, he asked, "Do you recognize me?"

Zhou Botong glanced at Ouyang Feng and said, "Why aren't you better yet? Alas, your hair turned white in the blink of an eye! How did you get to know this kid?"

Ouyang Feng said: "I came to see my son. I met Brother Yang and was beaten by him, so I stayed here. Zhou Botong, your name is Zhou Botong, right? You can't beat him! I have fought with him many times.

This time, he has become more and more powerful during this period, and he is much more powerful than when he beat me last year. You should just admit defeat in front of him! "

Zhou Botong was stunned when he heard this: "You actually have people you are afraid of?"

Ouyang Feng remained silent.

Yang Xingzhou looked amused and smiled at Zhou Botong: "Zhou Botong, you are injured, you might as well stay with me for a few days. Let's study together and see how we can control these Jade Bees."

Zhou Botong turned his head and said, "Control Jade Bees? Your bees are called Jade Bees? That's right. They are all white, so they should be called Jade Bees. What do you mean by controlling them?"

Yang Xingzhou said: "I once said that someone used the sound of a piano to control these jade bees, making them like soldiers, outflanking left and right in the air, attacking in batches, and almost stung me all over the head. It was really a miraculous skill.

Even now, when I think about it, it’s still hard to figure it out.”

Zhou Botong said happily: "Is there such an interesting thing? Can this Jade Bee be trained like this?"

Yang Xingzhou said: "It's absolutely true, I stole this Jade Bee from the person who controlled the Jade Bee."

Zhou Botong listened with great interest and said with envy on his face: "This is indeed an amazing skill."

He likes these weird things the most. When he heard Yang Xingzhou talk about beekeeping, his curiosity was immediately aroused. Now even if Yang Xingzhou asked him to leave, he refused to leave and immediately stayed in the courtyard.

Come down.

The next morning, when everyone just got up, they heard a knock on the door outside. Yang Guo opened the door. At first glance, he saw nothing. When he lowered his head, he saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him.

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This middle-aged man is about four feet tall, but has a beard that is about four feet long. The beard is almost touching the ground. He has a big head and big eyes. He holds a steel staff as thick as a duck egg in his hand and has a majestic face.

A solemn look on his face.

He looked up at Yang Guo and shouted: "Fan Yiweng, the great disciple of Jueqing Valley, is here to pay homage to the master here! May I ask if the master is here?"

This man was not tall, but his voice was loud. In an instant, everyone in the courtyard was alarmed and looked towards the door.

Everyone was surprised when they saw Fan Yiweng's appearance. Zhou Botong looked at it with envy and said: "Brother, bearded man, your beard is so beautiful, you can even use it as a quilt when sleeping."

Fan Yiweng snorted and shouted again: "Is the master here?"

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