Under the control of Wen Chou Chou, the accounts of the World Association were in a mess. Chen Mang glanced at him and suggested that he burn it out.

This proposal was strongly supported by Wen Chou Chou Chou, but the two had a disagreement on who set fire to the fire. They didn't want to take responsibility for themselves, so the proposal was left alone.

Afterwards, Chen Mang colluded with Wen Chou Chou to make fake accounts, spent a few days clarifying the accounts of the World Association, and then trained the disciples in charge of tax collection to teach them the knowledge of farming and sericulture.

In his spare time, Chen Mang took Nie Feng and others to the river to play with barbecue and play, and raised several people with white fat and fat. Nie Feng gradually walked out of the grief of losing his parents.

Half a month later, Xiongba Mingwen Chou Chou gathered disciples under the age of twelve in the gang, hoping to select qualified children to accept disciples.

After some strict screening, more than a dozen children including Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, Duan Lang were selected and came to Xiongba.

Duan Lang stood among a group of children kneeling on one knee, as if standing tall in a flock of chickens, looking very eye-catching.

Xiongba glanced at him, and a look of unhappiness appeared on his face. Seeing this, Wen Chou Chou pointed to the fan in his hand and said angrily: "You are so bold. You don't kneel when you see the leader! If you don't kneel down, you will be punished to clean the toilet for ten days!"

A trace of struggle flashed across Duan Lang's face, and then he knelt down with an unwilling look on his face.

Xiongba snorted lightly and said to Wen Chou Chou Chou: "The new disciple should teach the rules well."

Wen Chou Chou instantly changed into a flattering face: "What the gang leader said is that after the meeting, they will teach them the rules. Now it is still important for the gang leader to accept disciples."

Xiongba nodded slightly, looked at the dozen or so children kneeling in front of him, and pushed forward his hands and released a stream of true energy.

A strong wind rose from the ground, and in an instant, the wind and sand filled the sky, pushing the children around. In the end, only Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang were still barely supporting each other, and the rest all ran out of Xiongba's attack range.

Xiongba looked at the three of them with satisfaction, slowly stopped and said, "What are the names of you three?"

"Nie Feng."

"Bu Jingyun."

Looking at Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun who lowered their heads, Duan Lang raised his head with a proud look on his face and said, "My name is Duan Lang, I am Duan Shuai's son of Nanlin Sword!"

Xiongba's expression slightly stopped, and he frowned and looked at Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun: "Feng, Yun..."

After looking at the two of them, he looked at Chen Mang next to him, and it was difficult to tell who was the real Fengyun he was looking for...

However, only the weak will make a choice. Of course, Xiongba wants everything. Xiongba quickly made up his mind and said, "Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, from today on, you will be my Xiongba's disciples. From now on, you will follow me and learn peerless martial arts with me!"

Xiao Nie Feng clasped his fists: "Thank you, Gang Master!"

Wen Chou Chou smiled and shook the fan: "Young Master Feng, it's time to change his words and call him Master."

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun said in unison: "Meet Master."

Seeing this, Duan Lang immediately bulged his cheeks: "This is unfair. I have passed the test, why did the gang leader only accept them and not me as his apprentice!"

Wen Chou Chou came to Wen Chou Chou before Xiong Ba got angry and angrily shouted: "Hey, I think you don't want to live anymore! Our leader never needs a reason to speak, and no one dares to ask for reasons. Your name is Duanlang, right? I will give you two choices, one is to die now, and the other is to stay in the world and be a traitor. You can choose it yourself!"

Duan Lang looked at Wen Chou Chou Chou who was staring in front of him, and glanced at the vicious Xiong Ba again. He couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, and he lowered his head unwillingly: "I'm a traitor..."

Under Wen Chou Chou, everyone congratulated Xi Dejia. After the banquet, the lost Duan Lang was arranged to go to the stable, and shed tears alone.

Nie Feng comforted him with the packed meal and encouraged him to cheer up.

After seeing Nie Feng off, Duanlang practiced family martial arts alone in the stable.

After sweating profusely, Chen Mang's figure appeared in the stable and said to Duan Lang: "Duan Lang, your Sun Eclipse Sword Technique is well-known in the martial arts world, but this sword technique requires cooperation with the Fire Lin Sword to exert its maximum power. Now the Fire Lin Sword has been lost. No matter how hard you work, you will not be able to beat Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun who have obtained the true teaching of Xiong Ba."

Duan Lang said with dissatisfaction: "Then I will practice one more hour every day than them. As long as I work harder, I will definitely beat them!"

Chen Mang smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to attack you. After being burned by the Fire Kirin, I have learned a skill. I can use internal force to imitate flames and can play the role of replacing your Fire Lin sword. However, this skill has not been tested yet, and I don't know what it is. Are you willing to try it?"

Duan Lang looked at Chen Mang, hesitated for a while, and after a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, teach me!"

Chen Mang nodded slightly and said, "I named this martial arts "Vajra Flame Tornado Fist, which is very domineering. Be careful when you practice, so as to save the burning of the stable. Even if you can't burn the stable, it's not good to burn the horses, you can't burn the horses, you can't burn the horses, you can't burn the flowers and plants..."

Duan Lang stared and said, "Can you teach me?"

Chen Mang tsk and reached out to his hand on Duanlang's middle dantian: "I will plant a fire seed for you first. You can use your internal strength to slowly strengthen it. If you can't burn it in a few days, I will teach you the way to do your best."

Duan Lang was touched by Chen Mang's palm, and instantly felt a soldering iron imprinting on his chest. The scorching heat wave was about to melt his heart. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and sweat fell from his face.

After a while, Chen Mang withdrew his palm and nodded in appreciation: "Your fate is fire, and your perseverance is good. This martial art should be successful."

Duan Lang looked at Chen Mang with a pale face: "Thank you, I will repay you after I make a name for myself."

Chen Mang said: "Haha, it's not just a beating me. Let's take a break early, and you will have to get up early to feed the horses tomorrow."

Duan Lang's serious little face immediately collapsed, his body collapsed into the firewood, and said jealously: "I actually asked me to feed the horses. When I become the best in the world, I must let Xiongba taste this taste..."

Chen Mang looked at him with interest, and couldn't help but wonder if Duan Lang, who got the protagonist's script, could defeat Xiongba.

After several days of observation, Chen Mang found that Duan Lang had adapted to the fire, so he took out his own research on the travel route and tried it on Duan Lang. The result was quite successful. Duan Lang quickly mastered this technique, and only a small side effect appeared.

Because Duanlang has no connection with the soul, the control of internal energy cannot be meticulous. Therefore, when practicing, the skin will be charred by the burning internal energy, and it needs to be warmed by ordinary internal energy to turn back to its original skin color.

Looking at the charred skin of Duan Lang using the whirlwind fist in the form of flame, Chen Mangqing couldn't help but think of a nickname.

Black Tornado...
Chapter completed!