C4

The bright moon hung high in the sky, sprinkling countless rays of clear light. In the end, the sounds of the insects in the back mountain of South Mountain made it very quiet.

As they walked, they cursed in a low voice, "Damned Zhao Zhijing, you haven't taught me any martial arts in such a long time, and that Lu Qingdu is the most detestable one as well. I clearly know that this young master has never learned any Jeollaism or martial arts, yet you still dare to hit me with such a heavy blow!"

The figure leaned against a large tree and sat down. Borrowing the moonlight, one could vaguely make out a somewhat immature face. However, this time, there were quite a few bruises on it.

"Sigh …" The youth suddenly sighed, "When Uncle Guo tried to force his way through the mountain gate, although he was impressive, he still offended many people. It's a pity that Grand Preceptor Ji's position within the gate was quite awkward. Otherwise, Zhao Zhijing wouldn't have done this to me!"

"Zhao Zhijing won't teach you, how about I teach you?" A clear voice suddenly sounded in the youth's ears.

"Who is it?!" The youth's expression changed drastically as he shouted loudly.

"Brat, you are quite meticulous," Xiao Tian jumped down from the high ground, held a wine gourd in his hand and stood in front of the youth, laughing: "Even Guo Jing can't see through the dirty things in the Jeollaism, but to think that at your young age, you already saw through it."

"You are clever enough to be an honorary disciple like me." Xiao Tian said to the young man with a smile.

"You're not afraid of losing your tongue even if you speak big words," A look of disdain surfaced on the youth's face when he heard this, and he said snappily, "Although I don't know why you would appear in the mountains behind Jeollaism, but you must have heard of the fame of Jeollaism before. My master is the head of the third generation disciples of Jeollaism, and Master and Grand Elder are the seven true disciples whose name shakes the world.

However, when the youth said this, a trace of craftiness flashed across his face.

Good for you, Yang Guo!

Xiao Tian could not help but be dumbfounded. He shook his head and laughed, "Brat, you don't have to tease me. Although the title of the True Seven Children is not small, their abilities are only that much. There's still a gap between them and me!"

After saying that, Xiao Tian's feet pushed off the ground and his entire body flew past like a feather, appearing a few dozen steps behind Yang Guo in an instant.

Such speed!

Yang Guo was secretly shocked. Before he could say anything, he saw Xiao Tian smack his palm on a tree to the side. Countless leaves flew in the air. Xiao Tian grabbed a few leaves and casually threw them away.

That fragile leaf was like cutting through tofu and embedded itself into a mountain rock at the side!

What a strong inner strength!

Yang Guo's pupils suddenly widened. He had only seen this kind of ability, which could pluck Ye Feihua, from his foster father. Even his Grand Preceptor's uncle, Chang Chun, could not do it!

This person in front of him was actually an expert on the same level as his foster father?!

Southern Emperor and Bei Fu were the only ones who were dressed like this. Apart from his foster father Ouyang Feng, Southern Emperor and Bei Fu were not dressed like this. Could it be that the person who came was Uncle Guo's father-in-law, the Eastern Xie Huang Master?!

"I am Yang Guo. May I ask who you are?" Yang Guo calmed down his excitement and said respectfully.

"My name is Xiao Tian," Xiao Tian looked at Yang Guo and smiled, "I just said, you are clever enough to be my honorary disciple, I wonder if you are willing?"

"Disciple Yang Guo greets Master!" Yang Guo heard this and was overjoyed.

"It's still too early to call you Master," Xiao Tian shook his head, threw the wine gourd to Yang Guo and said, "Bring this wine gourd to me at this time tomorrow!"

With that, he started to use the Ripple Tiny Steps, and his entire body quickly disappeared in front of Yang Guo.