The final outcome ended with Duan Mingyu cutting into a thousand-year-old ancient tree with one knife. There was no way, no strength, and I couldn't pull it out. Duan Mingyu, with weak limbs, hugged the tree girl and gasped heavily, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and raised his eyes. He realized that there seemed to be more than ten times more audience members. Yang Yanguang stood under the eaves, and at least a dozen servants stood in front of him, covered in gray. Some comrades' heads were still covered in dead leaves, and each of them had fear in their eyes?

He stared at Duan Mingyu a little stupidly. The horizontal knife in Duan Mingyu's hand was half sheathed. There was something wrong with her body, so he quickly lowered his head, huh... Why are the clothes on her body covered with thin slits? What's wrong? Have I really practiced my sword energy? Looking around, except for the giant tree with a waist of one meter stuck with my sword, the rest of the trees as thick as a bowl were cut in half by me...

I was dizzy with the firewood all over the floor. This time, I didn’t have to cut off the wood after half a month of fire.

"Papa... Daddy is so awesome!" It was still his daughter who was sensible, Aman was the first to applaud, breaking the silence and excessive scene. With collective applause, Duan Mingyu seemed to have returned to the podium of that year, waved his hand gracefully to express his modesty.

Yang Yanguang asked a group of servants to clean up the dead branches and leaves all over the ground. Wang Aiqing took the effort to pull out my sword from the tree and handed it to Duan Mingyu panting. He raised his thumb: "Young Master is not weak." As for other martial arts moves, he shook his head without commenting, looking like he was not complimentary.

It doesn't matter, there is no need to explain to him clearly about these wooden heads who do not understand modern fighting techniques. "Hehe... I just have a few pounds of brute force..." His hand was soft and he was a little trembling. It took him a long time to retract the knife back into the sheath. Yang Yanguang, who was still covered with dead grass on his forehead, pulled me back to the house with grace: "Mingyu... It's really... martial spirits are so brave... sword skills, that..."

Yang Yanguang frowned and his face flushed and his stubbornness was thought for a long time before he solemnly put out a four-word comment: "Ghosts cry and howl! Your sword technique deserves these four-word comments."

"...hehe... Mr. Yang's comment, Duan was ashamed of refusing." Duan Mingyu responded to Yang Yanguang's personal attack with a very graceful smile. What's wrong with ghosts crying and howling? If I hadn't been in a good mood today, I wouldn't have shown my storm-splashing technique, which was derived from the Shaolin Crazy Stick Technique! I didn't want to pay attention to such a person. Yang Zhaoniang wrinkled her nose and laughed secretly. Duan Mingyu glared at her: "What do you understand? I am thinking about the mystery of the cycle of reincarnation in heaven and earth, the mystery of life and death, and the contact point of the changes of the four seasons..."

"Chi..." Yang Zhaoniang answered with her nostrils, very contemptuous, turned her head toward Li Ke and said, "Do you understand? Master Duan has become a Buddha..."

"...Why did Dad want three wives?" Duan Siping smiled and lit the fire.

"You..." Duan Mingyu was so angry that he almost couldn't speak. The two vicious little kids were about to be cleaned up sooner or later. He waved his sleeves and raised his head and chest: "Hmph, Duan is a golden immortal who has attained enlightenment. He can calculate and calculate. The five elements of the heaven and earth are all in my hands... The movements and expressions of the gods at the street stall were compared with the one who could not become an immortal.

"Dad is so thick-skinned..." Aman's voice was not loud, but it still fell into Duan Mingyu's ears. Duan Siping immediately responded with his stomach and fell down without any demeanor as a big brother.

Yang Zhaoniang covered her mouth and chuckled like a little hen. Who are they? I was so angry that I blushed and angry: "This is not called thick-skinned. This immortal's magic can get chestnuts in the oil pan and make fire in the water..."

"...... Really?!" Aman's eyes were wide open with black and white eyes. Yang Zhaoniang snorted, pulled her head back at Duan Mingyu's little loli, and glared at Duan Mingyu in protest: "Don't believe him, I've known it's all day long, and I'm not afraid of ruining people..."

Am I that kind of person? Look at what the honest man is actually arranged by this little goblin, and I am angry: "Can my handsome and handsome man beggar beg you a little girl?"

Yang Zhaoniang couldn't hear this title the most, and immediately became anxious and jumped over like a little cockfighting. Her small and cute nose was almost pressing against my chin. "Do you dare to scream again!"

"Hmph...what did you say I was just now?" Duan Mingyu looked up at the sky. What's wrong? Don't think that there are elders in front of you and I'm afraid you will threaten.

"Little..." Yang Zhaoniang almost fell into a trap. She swallowed her eyes and rolled her eyes afterwards. After a while, she came back: "Hmph... If you have the ability, you can make fire in the water to see... If you can really get fire, I will let you go, otherwise I will let the whole school know, you teacher, hum, a charlatan."

"Okay, okay... I will bet this with you. If I don't use fire, I just need this ice cube to ignite the fire?" Duan Mingyu laughed in anger. Without red paint, would we dare to open a dyeing workshop?

"Okay... I'll just look here... If it really can burn, I will promise you something..." Yang Zhaoniang covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes swayed gently, and her legs were thrown so that my young master's legs were a little weak, four inches or five inches? Jinlian swung on the floor, and her small waist gently swung back to the edge of the couch, leaned against the couch, and whispered gossip to Aman.

"Okay! Wang Aiqing!" Duan Mingyu stood up, rolled up her sleeves and shouted, "Nothing else matters, but it's the most shameful thing to be looked down upon by the beautiful opposite sex, even a loli with a dark mentality is not good."

"Hehe... what are the instructions of the young master? Don't dare not obey..." Wang Aiqing, a classmate, likes lively and novel, can use his brain, and is flexible in his hands and feet. He is a more responsible follower.

"Come on, come with me to shaved ice... let these people who don't know the wonders of nature have a long experience." Duan Mingyu picked up two coal shovels and handed them to Wang Aiqing. He held the coal shovel upside down like a sword, hummed at Yang Zhaoniang with his nose, and walked out of the door majestic.

A large piece of crystal clear ice, tsk, reached out and slid it, with a weight of three or five pounds. Fortunately, I wore gloves, otherwise, I could freeze my fingers into carrots in the two or three minutes after I got them from outside.

"See? This is made of ice... water, right?" Duan Mingyu raised his eyebrows and raised the ice at Yang Zhaoniang, "I don't have time to pay attention to you, are you going to make the fire?" Yang Zhaoniang spoke with disdain.
Chapter completed!