Now the members of the Yamada group in Shangning have been basically wiped out by Jiang Fei. I guess the people in the Yamada group will never want to come to Shangning again and see the demon Jiang Fei.

"Brother-in-law, that Ouyang Zhi is so crazy. I can't stand it even if I ask me as a coach for a day." Zhao Xianglong walked in at this time and complained to Jiang Fei: "I feel that the second Yan Yun is about to be born again."

"Then why are they not practicing correctly? It's not a good fight between the two madmen." Jiang Fei smiled.

Zhao Xianglong picked up the teacup next to him, took a sip of water, and explained: "You don't know that the Ouyang family and the Linghu family almost wiped out the Yan family. Although it was not Ouyang Zhi, he was still from the Ouyang family. If the two of them fought, they would probably have to kill one of them to decide the outcome."

Jiang Fei was stunned. He almost forgot this. The Ouyang family and Linghu family were the culprits that made the Yan family fall out. It was because of this that Yan Shuang married Song Yunxuan and allowed their family to save their younger brother.

These two families have always been grasshoppers on the same rope, and Yan Yun’s hatred for the Ouyang family is no less than that of the Linghu family.

"That's it!" Jiang Fei thought for a while and said, "Then I'll just be able to find Abra to practice with him. By the way, what about that guy Shangguan Yunfei, I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Abra is not at the same level as us. If we say we are ordinary, Abra is at the hell level. How dare you fight him? Maybe you have to break your hands and feet. Who can withstand it?"

Thinking of Abramovich, Zhao Xianglong had a cold war. He fought with him that day, and his hands were still hurting now.

"Shangguan Yunfei graduated and went to their group to help, so now they are in the imperial capital and have no time to come here." Zhao Xianglong explained again.

There are always people coming and some people leaving, going back and forth, some people will come back, while others will never return.

"Okay, I think who else can beat me?" Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes and thought, seeing what other awesome characters are suitable for him. After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered a more suitable candidate.

"Hey, my junior nephew!" Jiang Fei called his cheap junior nephew, Masayoko, and it was time for them to contact the cultivators so that they could gain an advantage in the future confrontation.

"Uncle Jiang, why did you remember to call me?" Zhengyangzi was still practicing in the Taoist temple, and was very surprised when he received the call from Jiang Fei.

"My nephew, I'll give you a task!"

Jiang Fei briefly told Zhengyangzi, asking him to act as a counselor for training, and let him come to Qilin Entertainment Club when he has time and be a sparring club for them. According to Zhengyangzi's current level, it would be easy to deal with them.

"Uncle Master, this is a problem. You also know that my nephew's cultivation is not high, and now it is a bottleneck. If you don't make a breakthrough, you will be about to enter the loess. Uncle Master, you can't watch your nephew go in and be buried."

Zhengyangzi didn't want to come, and he didn't dare to refuse directly. He happened to have reached the point of practicing bottle of wine, so he found an excuse to refuse Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei knew that this guy didn't want to come. Zhengyangzi had long lost his original intention of cultivating immortals and was contaminated by the secular fireworks.

"Okay, don't tell me those fancy things, you'll have foundation building pills, spirit stones to help you break through, and you can also make money, okay."

To deal with people like him, Jiang Fei only wanted to use the simplest and most rude method to make him unable to refuse.

"Uncle Master, what you said, am I the kind of person who wants money? OK, I'll come over immediately. By the way, how much money do you want to give me!"

"Get out! You can come here before the afternoon, do you know?"

"Okay, okay!"

In the afternoon, Zhengyangzi came here. After Jiang Fei handed him over the foundation-building pill and spirit stones, he asked him to go to the room to practice first.

This guy really broke through the bottleneck. It seems that after practicing "Taixu Art", the people of the Taixu Sect have excellent cultivation. Jiang Fei has to discuss with his senior brother and let the girls around him practice and cultivate, and he must strengthen the Taixu Sect's people no matter how hard they are.

"Brother-in-law, no." After Zhengyangzi came out of the room, Zhao Xianglong looked at him with a confused look on his face. What's going on? This is the legendary master. How can he not look like him?

Zhengyangzi was wearing a Taoist robe. With this age, Zhao Xianglong was stunned. Didn’t he say he wanted to find a master to serve as a training student for them? What’s wrong with this old man? This is gray and old, can he get a punch?

Zhengyangzi had just broken through and was in a very happy mood. Seeing Zhao Xianglong looked down on him so much, he immediately said dissatisfied: "Junior, how can you know the methods of Master Dao?"

His posture of being a master was posing again, and his beard and stared at him, making Zhao Xianglong stunned.

"Uncle, are you right? My brother-in-law asked you to practice with us. Can you do this with your outfit?" It's not that Zhao Xianglong looked down on Masayoko. It's because of his age. You said that an old man in his sixties wants to compete with a young man in his twentysomething. No one would believe that the old man can win, right? Fist is afraid of being strong. Why is this young man also strong, let alone Zhao Xianglong has practiced it.

Jiang Fei patted Zhao Xianglong on the shoulder and said, "Xianglong, let him train with you in the future. You can use the thunder and fire stick passed down by your family!"

Zhao Xianglong's eyes widened and looked at Jiang Fei and said, "No, I really want him to come. I'm afraid I'll kill him with one punch."

"Junior, I look down on your Taoist master. Come on, I'll stand here and see how you punch me to death." Zhengyangzi also got angry. He had just broken through, his life span has reached two hundred years, and he is only sixty now. He can only be considered a youth, how can he be looked down upon?

"Fellow Taoist, then you guys come and practice and come to the ring."

Jiang Fei gave Zhao Xianglong face and did not call him his junior nephew, otherwise it would be a bit embarrassing to call him a 20-year-old uncle.

"Okay!" Zhengyangzi ran to the front with a gaze, standing in the arena, looking like a master.

He held a green steel sword in his hand. This sword was made of pure iron and was refined for 7049 years. It was specially passed to Zhengyangzi by Xuan Qingzi last time. Now he was even more happy with this sword.

"Brother-in-law, I'm afraid I'll beat him to death." Zhao Xianglong stood in the audience, holding the thunder and fire stick. He was really afraid that if the stick was gone, Zhengyangzi would see the King of Hell directly.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and go up." Jiang Fei kicked his ass and urged this guy to go on stage, which was very unreasonable.

"Come on, Master Dao let you take action first." Zhengyangzi looked at Zhao Xianglong and made a gesture of inviting him.
Chapter completed!