Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

It seemed that he had only used this set of stick techniques once, but this black boy had almost learned it all.

But he was not upset. The other party learned it after watching it once. That was the ability of this black boy.

He suddenly felt itchy and wanted to have a few exchanges with the black boy.

Thinking of this, Deng Jiuxian suddenly threw the wine gourd at Heijiao and shouted, "Catch it!"

The moment Heijiao subconsciously caught the gourd with his backhand, Deng Jiuxian had already turned over and dismounted, raising his leg to sweep across his waist and abdomen.

Heijiao almost instinctively raised his stick to block, but just before the stick was about to touch the other party, Deng Jiuxian actually tilted his head back like a drunkard, swayed his body, dodged the iron stick, and hit Heijiao with it.

Heijiao was horrified and was about to react when he suddenly heard a crisp sound of bones, followed by Deng Jiuxian's cry of pain.

"Oh shit, my old waist!"

Heijiao immediately withdrew his attack. He almost chopped him with a stick just now.

"Master Deng... Master Deng, are you okay?"

When Heijiao saw that Deng Jiuxian suddenly lost his previous demeanor and covered his lower back and cried out, he suddenly felt at a loss.

"Hehe, look at me swinging my dragon's tail!" Just when Heijiao was secretly annoyed, a cunning look suddenly flashed in the corner of Deng Jiuxian's eyes. He suddenly raised his leg and swept it, directly knocking the black man to the ground. The long stick in his hand fell to the side of Fang Chang's feet with a clang.

Deng Jiuxian looked at the dusty Deng Jiuxian, put his hands on his hips and laughed triumphantly: "As expected, my skills are still superior. You can't refuse to admit it!"

Hei Jiao climbed up from the ground, not making a fuss or getting angry. He just scratched his head in a simple and honest manner and said in a deep voice, "Master Deng is naturally powerful. I dare not disobey him."

Seeing the other party's honesty, Deng Jiuxian felt a little embarrassed. He grinned, patted the dust off Hei Jiao's body, and said with a dry cough, "What I just did was to teach you a lesson. Never let your guard down against the enemy."

Hei Jiao nodded heavily, then bowed solemnly, "Hei Jiao understands. Thank you Master Deng for your guidance."

Deng Jiuxian was obviously very happy to hear the name "Master Deng" from Heijiao. He tried to pat Heijiao's shoulder, but he couldn't reach it, so Deng Jiuxian got on the donkey again.

"Hei Jiao, if you don't understand martial arts or want to learn something in the future, just come to me." He patted Hei Jiao's shoulder in a mature manner, and the latter nodded seriously.

Seeing the two of them acting like master and disciple, Zhang Yi, Lao Wei, and the others felt extremely jealous. "They say that only those with pure and kind hearts can be martial arts geniuses. I used to think that was nonsense, but now I believe it."

Yuan Lang concluded, "From what you two are saying, whoever looks stupid is the martial arts genius, right?"

Fang Chang secretly picked up the long stick on the ground and started dancing with curiosity. However, he didn't control it well and the long stick slipped out of his hand and hit his forehead, leaving a red mark on his forehead.

Yuan Lang retracted his gaze and fluttered his eyelids, "I take back what I said."

Seeing this group of idiots, Chen Changfan couldn't help but feel a headache. He rode forward and was about to take back the long stick, but suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind him.

"This black stick is pretty good. Let me take a look. Come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black stick seemed to be out of control and flew directly from Fang Chang's hand, flew straight to the back, and then landed on a hand that was a little too white.

The owner of that hand was a young man wearing a moon-white Taoist robe.

The man's hair was tied up in a jade crown without a single strand out of place, and his dark brocade robe was not wrinkled at all.

On his handsome face, he had a pair of phoenix eyes, and his slightly raised jaw had a three-point cold arc. Combined with the jade pendant with dragon pattern on his waist and the elegant white horse under his crotch, he looked like a standard dog owner.

Ji Wenkong's expression was high, and he looked at Chen Changfan with a hint of provocation in his eyes, "Brother Changfan, where did you get this new weapon? I want to take a good look at it..."

Ji Wenkong was speaking proudly when his expression suddenly changed slightly.

Just now, in order to look cool, he just stretched out one hand to take it, but who would have thought that the iron rod, which looked ordinary, was actually quite heavy.

By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

Then, the handsome and elegant Master Ji cried out and fell off his horse in a mess.

Bang!

The black stick fell to the ground and hit Ji Wenkong's feet. He immediately jumped up high on the spot, looking as funny as a one-legged chicken.

"Mr. Ji, are you here to make fun of me?"

Chen Changfan sneered, calmly picked up the Qianlong stick knife, and inserted it diagonally behind his back.

This Ji Wenkong likes to show off. He showed off to a great extent last time, and it was obvious that he had tasted the sweetness. This time, he failed miserably.

I have to say that the Confucian scholar system is a pretentious system, and coupled with Ji Wenkong's pretentious personality, the buffs are stacked up full.

"Brother, are you okay?" Several riders approached from behind. The people on the horses were all wearing the same standard black Confucian robes. They were obviously disciples of Taixu Pavilion.

Just from the expressions of those people and the fluctuations in their cultivation, these handsome men and beautiful women seemed to be vaguely led by Ji Wenkong.

Seeing Ji Wenkong fall from his horse, one of the women with big eyes came first and looked at Ji Wenkong with concern.

"Elder brother, are you okay?"

Ji Wenkong immediately exited the one-legged chicken mode, chanted the word "rise" softly, and then he flew up into the air, turned gracefully in the air for a few times, and landed calmly on the horse's back.

He sat with his hands behind his back, leaving the girl with a sharp profile. He said in a calm tone, "That black stick is a little strange, but it can't hurt me."

As soon as the words fell, the Taixu Pavilion disciples immediately turned to look at the black stick behind Chen Changfan, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Chen Changfan was a little speechless, but in order to save Ji Wenkong's face, he just rolled his eyes and said nothing.

"Brother Changfan, are we sending all our elite troops out this time just for that dragon?"

Chen Changfan looked at Ji Wenkong and found that the latter had turned his horse's head again at some point, leaving him with only a silhouette.

What the hell is wrong with you!

Ji Wenkong sat on the horse, raised his chin high, and his expression returned to his previous arrogance.

Chen Changfan felt that if this guy tilted his head higher, he would almost be able to see his nostrils.

Okay, okay, you're trying to show off, right? As if everyone can't do that?

"I don't take a mere dragon seriously. I went there just to show my men the world." Chen Changfan crossed his arms, his expression tinged with nostalgia. "To be honest, I've had the honor of being served by a dragon."

Ji Wenkong looked a little stunned, and the people from Taixu Pavilion also looked at him in surprise.

In fact, the most shocked people were Elder Fang, Wei and others.

We have followed our boss for so long, how come we have never heard him mention that he had ever dealt with a dragon?

Seeing everyone's horror, Chen Changfan knew that he had been faking it.

He knew when to stop and rode his horse forward, and Elder Fang, Wei and others quickly followed.

"Boss, have you really dealt with a dragon?"

Fang Chang was straightforward and asked out of curiosity.

Chen Changfan glanced at Fang Chang, and the latter immediately shut up obediently.

After a while, Ji Wenkong's horse caught up. While trying to maintain his aloofness as the eldest senior brother, he secretly gossiped with Chen Changfan.

"Originally, I came here just to attack Huanglong, but now that you're here, I can't eat alone. So, how about we join forces and split the dragon corpse equally between us?"

Chen Changfan ignored him and asked, "Can you first tell me who your competitors are?"

If the leaders of the ten major sects also take action personally, there will be no fun.

After all, they are all beasts that have reached the sixth level, and there are ten of them. Even as brave as he is, he has no chance of winning.

"Flood dragons are truly rare! From what I've heard, almost all the forces from all directions have gathered in Wolong Bay."

Wolong Bay is the river bay where the river dragon is located. This is something Chen Changfan only found out later.

It is said that Wolong Bay has now been reserved by the ten major sects. According to his perception, the three poisonous fish are also in this water area.

This is one of his trump cards.

"Brother Changfan, don't worry. The seniors at the level of the Sect Master and the Clan Master are only here in person, but they won't be killing us," Ji Wenkong suddenly lowered his voice. "They probably have bigger plans. They're holding back now. When the real big guys show up, they'll probably beat us to a pulp!"

Chen Changfan's eyes flickered.

Is the goal bigger?

He immediately thought of a possibility.

Currently, only a young dragon appeared in the river.

Logically speaking, a dragon would not appear for no reason.

In other words, there is a high possibility that there is an adult dragon lurking at the bottom of the river.

If it really is an adult dragon, then it is not difficult to explain why the sect leaders mobilized so many troops.

The world is bustling with people seeking profit. If it weren't for the temptation of the dragon here, Pei Qian would have come knocking on our door long ago.

He even had a faint anticipation: if he finally hunted the young dragon, how wonderful would the expression on Pei Qian's face be?

"In this case, our only competitors are the elite young men from each sect. How about you and I join forces? Wouldn't we have a good chance of winning?"

Ji Wenkong said confidently.

"You said you were a top young talent, but I'm afraid you're not someone I'd be happy to deal with."

Chen Changfan deliberately showed fear, actually just wanting to get more information out of him.

Ji Wenkong was also very sincere, pouring out all the information of his competitors like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

He just listened roughly and found that there was no extraordinary person below the fourth level, and this Ji Wenkong didn't know what kind of tonic pill he had taken, but he also reached the fourth level.

Looking at it this way, his third-level strength is apparently the lowest.

Unexpectedly, all the heroes from the ten major sects came out this time, and it was obvious that they were all determined to get the river dragon.

"That dragon is full of treasures. If it breeds a dragon pill, it will be an even more incredible treasure. If you swallow it, you can directly increase your cultivation by one level!"

Ji Wenkong smacked his lips, obviously quite coveting the Jiao Dan.

As they talked, they rushed towards Wolong Bay. At this time, Wolong Bay was already noisy and there was a sense of solemnity in the air.

Ji Wenkong pointed his whip at the surging river surface, and his dark brocade robe rustled in the wind.

He deliberately turned the jade plaque with the inscription "Chief of the Taixu Pavilion" on his waist to a more visible position, but his tone was deliberately nonchalant. "First, let's talk about that embroidered pillow of the Langjian Sect, Jiang Tingchao. He always brags about his 'sword is like a surging wave, and his man is like a dragon.' His [Langjian Jue] is indeed quite impressive, his sword power is like a continuous tide. This boy also uses the [Tingchao Gong] to amplify his sword power by leveraging the force of water, doubling his combat power near water. He's quite powerful."

Chen Changfan looked in the direction of Ji Wenkong's finger, and saw Jiang Tingchao, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, walking on the waves like an immortal. The three-foot green sword in his hand rolled up thousands of piles of snow, and he was fighting fiercely with a man in a blood-stained robe.

The man in the blood-red robe had slightly curly red hair, and his eyes and brows seemed somewhat similar to Pei Shuo, but this man's aura was obviously much stronger. He used a fire poison palm to raise a continuous flame, and he fought back and forth with Jiang Tingchao.

"That rude man is Pei Lie, the young master of the Huo Sect. He's said to be ruthless and brutal. Anyone who fights him is either dead or maimed. In short, no one with the surname Pei is a good person."

While the two men were fighting fiercely, there were a lot of cheers and cheers coming from the shore. Looking at the clothes on those people, it was not difficult to tell that the two sides were disciples of Langjian Sect and Huo Zhang Sect.

Chen Changfan silently memorized the appearance of the two men. When fighting for the river dragon later, he would inevitably have disputes with these two people, so it would be better to get to know them in advance.

Looking around, there were no less than a hundred people gathered in the entire Wolong Bay, all of them were guarding their surroundings with a fierce look, as if they were on guard against others.

After all, a dragon is only that big, and it is not enough for people from their sect to share.

Just as the two were watching with great interest, a sudden voice suddenly came from the front.

"Who are you? This is not the place for you. Get out..."

Suddenly, several men with sinister faces jumped out from behind a big rock on the side of the road, glaring at Chen Changfan with hostility in their eyes.

Chen Changfan snorted coldly and was about to reach for the stick and knife at his waist when he heard Ji Wenkong cursing beside him: "Don't you recognize the clothes of Taixu Pavilion? You are blind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the men actually felt a sharp pain in their eyes. They covered their eyes and cried out in pain. In just a short while, tears started to flow from their eyes. They had no choice but to step back and beg Ji Wenkong for mercy.

Ji Wenkong proudly puffed out his chest and made a "please" gesture to Chen Changfan. The group walked into the river bank in a carefree manner, attracting the attention of many people.

"Those few people just now were from Feiyan Sect. They are elusive and usually like to hide in all kinds of dark corners, so it's not surprising that they didn't recognize my black robe."

Immediately behind the group of people, Ji Wenkong quietly explained, and Chen Changfan nodded silently.

It is said that the people of Feiyan Sect are good at assassination, and rumors of Feiyan Sect assassins killing people of higher levels can often be heard.

An entire sect’s worth of old silver coins, so one has to be more careful.

Putting aside his thoughts, Chen Changfan looked at Ji Wenkong with a smile, "Brother Ji is indeed quite impressive after entering the fourth level. Just now, you didn't seem to use any spiritual power, but you were able to achieve such an effect."

Ji Wenkong walked as usual, but at an angle that was hardly noticeable to others, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

He always lacks resistance to compliments.