"Smell and see."

Yun Zhonghe ordered without looking back.

Lin Pingzhi took off the bottle plug and carefully walked forward and sniffed it.

I found that this thing was colorless and odorless, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Just as I was about to cover the bottle, I found that my hands and feet were gradually losing strength.

There was a "pop".

Lin Pingzhi fell to the ground weakly.

Yun Zhonghe turned his head and looked at Lin Pingzhi, took out the antidote and shook it in front of the latter's nose.

Lin Pingzhi felt a foul smell, his stomach was sore, and he almost vomited.

After a while, my hands and feet gradually recovered.

Lin Pingzhi looked at Yun Zhonghe with surprise.

The sour and refreshing breeze is the unique poisonous gas of the Yipintang of Xixia, so why does it appear in Yun Zhonghe's hands?

Yun Zhonghe handed the beard and Qingfeng together with the antidote to Lin Pingzhi: "I want you to do three things for me now."

Lin Pingzhi put the three things close to his body, bent his right knee and bowed his hand, "Please give me instructions."

"The first thing is to join the Huashan Sect."

"The second thing is to go to the Lin Family Ancestral Temple to retrieve the Evil-Breaking Sword Score. Without my permission, you are not allowed to practice the martial arts above!"

Yun Zhonghe looked at Lin Pingzhi: "Of course, if you feel that you can get out of my control after practicing the martial arts in the Evil-Breaking Sword Score, you can try it."

His face had no expression on his face and fell into Lin Pingzhi's eyes. His face turned pale, cold sweat fell down his cheeks, and his eyes were full of horror.

He quickly expressed his loyalty to Yun Zhonghe: "The master's magical power is extraordinary, and Pingzhi will never dare to make rash things in front of you!"

Yun Zhonghe snorted in a low voice: "As for this third thing, I will go to you when the time is right."

"Yes." Lin Pingzhi arched his body and took a few steps back, then turned around and left.

Yun Zhonghe turned around and looked at Lin Pingzhi's departure back, narrowed his eyes slightly, and an unpredictable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But soon, he couldn't laugh.

Because Yun Zhonghe came out of the ancient tomb, it took too long to delay.

Thinking of this, Yun Zhonghe immediately headed towards the ancient tomb.

As soon as I moved, I suddenly heard the grass shaking in my ears and stopped immediately.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a figure rushing out of the forest and appearing in front of her.

After looking closely, this person supported the ground with his hands instead of walking on his feet.

His unkempt appearance is not much better than the beggar on the street. From his gray hair, he can tell that he is an elderly man.

The old man looked at Yun Zhonghe, and his body rolled a few times in the air and appeared in front of the latter.

"Have you seen my son?"

When Yun Zhonghe heard this, he immediately learned the identity of the visitor.

Western Poison, Ouyang Feng.

"Entertainment Father, I have been so hard for you over the years!"

His eyes rolled slightly, pretending to cry out in joy, and went up to hug Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng was not very conscious and was frightened by Yun Zhonghe's actions.

"Are you really my Yang Guo'er?" Ouyang Feng seemed to believe what Yun Zhonghe said, but his voice was still crazy, and it seemed that he would not wake up for a while.

Seeing this, Yun Zhonghe had to seize the time and let Ouyang Feng teach him the Nine Yin Scriptures.

"Yes, adoptive father, you don't know how much hardship your child suffered alone during this period of absence."

Looking at the aggrieved "Yang Guo", Ouyang Feng's face turned gloomy and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Who is it?! He is so brave that he dares to bully my Yang Guo'er." Ouyang Feng looked at "Yang Guo" and said sternly: "Tell the adoptive father that he will kill him and avenge you!"

Yun Zhonghe looked at Ouyang Feng and refused righteously, "No, adoptive father, this hatred child is going to personally report!"

Ouyang Feng laughed and looked at "Yang Guo", with admiration in his eyes: "I am Ouyang Feng's son!"

After saying that, he slapped "Yang Guo" on the shoulder.

The palm was so powerful that Yun Zhonghe's body fell into numbness.

"Guo'er, your martial arts skills are too bad." Ouyang Feng was a little dissatisfied.

His martial arts skills are the best in the world, but his son's martial arts skills are low, so Ouyang Feng can't afford to lose this person.

"Come on." Ouyang Feng pulled "Yang Guo"'s hand and spoke as a show-off: "Your father has two peerless magical skills. I will teach you if the toad skills are good first?"

Yun Zhonghe frowned slightly. He didn't want to learn Ouyang Feng's toad skills.

That thing is so ugly.

Not crazy enough to be cool and handsome!

More importantly, he doesn't want to be called a toad by people in the world.

This is contrary to the bright and positive image that Yun Zhonghe is about to establish.

"Entertainment Father, think about it, what the child lacks now is not martial arts, but a top-level internal skills and mental method."

"When the child achieves some success in internal skills, even the superficial skills of fist and foot can exert great power."

Yun Zhonghe said carefully, his eyes observing Ouyang Feng's expression.

Once anything was wrong, he immediately pulled out the bottle plug of the enhanced version of the Lesser Qingfeng.

Ouyang Feng touched the beard on his chin, and after a while, he looked at "Yang Guo" and said softly: "Yang Guo, your words make sense. The most important thing for those who practice martial arts is their own foundation."

"Okay." Ouyang Fenglang laughed: "The adoptive father will teach you and me another peerless martial art, the Nine Yin Scriptures!"

Yun Zhonghe was overjoyed. He and this old madman were so useless that they even recognized each other as their fathers, just for the Nine Yin Scriptures.

"Guo'er, listen carefully."

Yun Zhonghe took a deep breath, abandoned distracting thoughts, and listened to the mental formulas of the Nine Yin Scriptures with concentration.

Ouyang Feng looked at "Yang Guo", a hint of praise flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly spoke: "The way of heaven reduces the excess and makes up for the deficiency, so the deficiency overcomes the reality, and the deficiency overcomes the excess..."

His voice seemed to have a magical attraction, and Yun Zhonghe was quickly immersed in the contents of the book.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for learning new internal skills: the Nine Yin Scriptures.]

After hearing the system's prompts, Yun Zhonghe had a lot of understandings about the Nine Yin Scriptures in his mind.

He can use the martial arts in the true scriptures as long as he wants.

After the last word fell, Yun Zhonghe suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with light, and bowed to Ouyang Feng, "Thank you for your adoptive father."

"No, not bad, you are very talented." Ouyang Feng was not stingy with his praise. As a father, he felt proud when he saw his son so well.

"Yunlang, it turns out that you are here, I have been looking for you for a long time." Xiaolongnu's slightly joyful voice rang behind her.

Hearing Xiaolongnu's voice, Yun Zhonghe turned his head and showed a happy smile on his face.

But when I thought of Ouyang Feng being by his side, my expression became a little panicked.

If Ouyang Feng reacted at this time, he realized that Yun Zhonghe had just pretended to be his adopted son Yang Guo, they would all die here today.

"Little girl, there is no shit here. I think you are very compatible with my Yang Guo'er. How about marrying my son Yang Guo?"
Chapter completed!