At the same time as screams were heard outside, Yang Xingzhou appeared silently next to Yang Bufan. At the same time, he sat down on a horse and laughed softly: "Afan, my way of poisonous snakes and insects is best for fighting in groups.

It can also be used as a trump card, the best magic weapon for Yin people, do you want to learn it?"

Yang Bufan felt like he had a mirror in his mind and hurriedly refused: "Master, my qualifications are limited. Just learning martial arts from you has exhausted all my energy. I also have to study essays, review classics, and prepare for exams. At this time, I am already a little overwhelmed and I really don't have the energy.

I’ll learn from you how to poison poisonous snakes and insects!”

He had seen the situation when the eldest son Li Xunfeng was studying with Yang Xingzhou. Li Xunfeng was such a smart person, but he was scolded by Yang Xingzhou like his third grandson.

Li Xunfeng not only has to practice literature and martial arts, but also learn from Yang Xingzhou about medicine, diagnosis, poisoning and detoxification, chess, calligraphy and painting, art of war, battle formations, etc. There are so many kinds of knowledge, each of which is enough for an ordinary person to study for a lifetime, or even for a lifetime.

It is difficult to learn, but Yang Xingzhou asked Li Xunfeng to learn all these things, which would be impossible for anyone to learn from.

No matter how smart Li Xunfeng was, he could not digest so much knowledge. He looked sad every day and even cried bitterly in secret.

In the end, he only learned Yang Xingzhou's horse-riding marksmanship and poison-medicine skills. As for the other skills, he really had no time to take care of them and no longer had so much energy to study them.

Yang Bufan had personally seen Li Xunfeng being forced by Yang Xingzhou. In terms of intelligence, Li Xunfeng was far superior to Yang Bufan. Even he was forced to be like this, which shows that the skills taught by Yang Xingzhou were difficult and difficult to cultivate.

Yang Bufan's family knew their own affairs well and never dared to force things. They knew how many taels of rice they could earn, so after following Yang Xingzhou, they only practiced martial arts and studied some classics of poetry, but did not learn any other techniques.

It's not that he doesn't want to learn, but he knows that his qualifications are limited. If he is distracted, he will definitely not be able to learn anything. Just like a certain author who writes online novels, he always writes novels with multiple aspects, and as a result, every novel cannot be written well.

Not making any money yet...

"If you don't want to learn, don't learn. You are quite self-aware!"

Yang Xingzhou was quite regretful: "Isn't it much easier to kill with poisonous insects than to kill with swords? Why should you avoid using poison like snakes and scorpions? Besides, if you learn how to poison and use poison, you don't need to avoid snakes and scorpions when you see them, you can catch them directly

That’s right, isn’t it beautiful?”

Just as he was talking to Yang Bufan, screams rang out one after another outside, extremely shrill.

"Poisonous insect!"

"So many poisons must have been placed here intentionally!"

"The man named Yang is despicable and shameless!"

"I can't hide anymore. Let's rush over together and kill Yang Xingzhou...ah!"

"Stop moving forward, step back!"

"There's no way to retreat! There's someone behind you too!"

"Everyone, please cover your head, face and hands, don't let the poisonous insects come into contact!"

"Bagayalu! The person named Yang has a very bad conscience!"

There were endless screams and curses outside, and the voices gradually got closer, revealing the breath of anger and panic. From time to time, someone fell and rolled on the ground, and screams came one after another.

Although Yang Bufan didn't understand poisonous insects, he knew that his master's knowledge of poisonous snakes and insects was simply earth-shattering. Even the master of Paradise Cave in Miaojiang would be hard-pressed to match him. The poisonous insects he raised were extremely poisonous, let alone bite.

Even if a person bites a tree, even a big tree cannot bear it. Within half a month, the leaves will scorch and fall, and their vitality will gradually disappear.

Trees are like this, not to mention people?

In Yang Bufan's view, as long as people are bitten by poisonous insects, they have almost no chance of survival unless Yang Xingzhou shows mercy and treats them.

Screams sounded from a distance, getting closer and closer, but the sounds became less and less. From the previous three or four hundred people, it became two or three hundred people. After a while, it seemed to be reduced by half again. When a group of black people

When the men in clothes appeared in Yang Bufan's field of vision, at a rough look, they could see that there were only seventy or eighty people at most. In just a short time, the number of people was reduced to a thrilling level, from more than three hundred people to seventy or eighty people.

But being able to rush through the bites of poisonous insects without being injured, these people are not only lucky, but also because they are really strong. They can detect the traces of poisonous insects in the dark night and avoid or kill them in advance.

After all, people with advanced cultivation must practice the art of listening to the wind to identify the enemy's position in order to deal with the enemy's hidden weapons. Therefore, their ears are extremely strong and they can hear the sound of subtle hidden weapons breaking through the air, and the noise caused by some poisonous insects is natural.

It couldn't be hidden from their perception. The people in front of them should have received special ear training before they could reach Yang Xingzhou's carriage.

"Mr. Yang, I'm so sorry for coming uninvited!"

Seventy or eighty men in black surrounded Yang Xingzhou and Yang Bufan. The leader, surrounded by several men, bowed deeply to Yang Xingzhou from a distance and sighed: "If I hadn't been forced to do anything, I really can't help it.

I don’t want to be an enemy of Mr. Yang, but he was too cruel and let Mr. Yang take over my stronghold in Taicang for no reason. More than seventy brothers had their feet cut off, which was really tragic."

The speaker had a black cloth covering his head. His voice sounded like he was in his twenties, but he also sounded like he was in his fifties. It was difficult to tell his specific age from his voice. Just looking at him standing there, Yuan Tingyue

Zhi, since he has the spirit of a sect master, you can tell that this person has extremely high cultivation level.

"The phantom sound technique of the Demon Cult?"

When Yang Xingzhou heard the words of the man opposite him, he shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't expect people from the Western Demon Cult to mix with the Japanese Fuso Japanese pirates. It's quite interesting!"

The masked man opposite was slightly startled, then smiled and said: "As expected of Mr. Yang, he is indeed very knowledgeable and very familiar with the exercises of our divine religion. To be honest, we are just doing a small business with some friends in Fusang.

We don’t want to be an enemy of Mr. Yang. As long as Mr. Yang promises us not to let his noble disciple Li Xunfeng interfere with the affairs on the southeast coast, and will no longer pursue the plum blossom thief, we are willing to become an ally with him and give him great gifts every year!"

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said, "Oh? Are you threatening me?"

"Don't dare, this is just a suggestion!"

"Over the years, few people have negotiated terms with me."

Yang Xingzhou slowly stood up from the horse, looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands, and looked at the full moon in the sky, saying with a low voice: "Do you know why?"

The pupils of the man in black across from him shrank, and chills stood up all over his body. Yang Xingzhou simply stood like this, and it was like a mountain rising suddenly from the ground. He couldn't help but feel like he was looking up at a mountain. In an instant, he felt like he was

Compared to Yang Xingzhou, they have become extremely small. It seems that in front of Yang Xingzhou, they and others are just insects and ants.

Everyone around him also retreated in unison, feeling an indescribable sense of oppression, as if a heavy mountain suddenly appeared in their hearts, making it difficult to even think.

The leading man tried his best to suppress the shock in his heart and laughed dryly: "Why?"

Yang Xingzhou suddenly lowered his head, looked at the leader of the men in black, his eyes flashed, and said word by word: "Because anyone who dares to negotiate terms with me has already died!"

He glanced at the people in front of him: "What are you waiting for? They are all dead!"

Swish, brush, brush!

Just as he said these words, nearly half of the seventy or eighty people in front of him drew their swords at the same time and slashed at the vital points of their bodies. Some wiped their necks, some committed seppuku, and some stabbed each other. In just the blink of an eye,

He was half dead.

The situation was extremely strange and terrifying.

After the head man in black was briefly dizzy, he saw the inexplicable suicides of these subordinates. He was so frightened that he screamed: "What's going on? Yang Xingzhou, what kind of magic did you do?"

Even though he was a disciple of the Demon Cult and had seen many strange methods, Yang Xingzhou's ability to kill half of his people with just one word still frightened him so much that his liver and gallbladder were split.

The frightening thought that "this person is invincible" suddenly occurred to him, and he naturally wanted to run away.

Even Yang Bufan next to him was stunned. Three years ago, at Li Xunhuan's wedding banquet, Yang Xingzhou stopped Yang Shaorou and others with just his words. Yang Bufan and others were surprised for a long time at that time. After that, Yang Xingzhou was no longer the same person.

This method has been used.

Unexpectedly, today, facing these seventy or eighty masters, Yang Xingzhou would use this skill again. With just one word, nearly half of the opponents killed themselves, and the remaining half were trembling with fear.

When everyone was in shock, they heard Yang Xingzhou sigh: "Only so many people died? It's really not possible to make the edict clear! I don't know when we will reach the point where we can speak the truth and follow the rules."
Chapter completed!