blogombal Chapter 453
Chapter 453
"Matchmaking?"
When the old blind man said this,
Not to mention Luo Fanchen, all the disabled old men were also stunned.
Luo Fanchen's mouth twitched: "You...you don't want to..."
The blind girl's heart beat faster and her breathing became disordered.
This...
She is still young.
Why would grandpa suddenly bring up such a thing?
The disabled old man with broken arms stood up, his soul power blocked Tongtong's hearing, and he cursed: "Old blind man, you didn't drink alcohol, you drank two bowls of rice porridge and got confused, talking nonsense?"
"Beast! Pure beast!"
The lame man looked contemptuous and trembled with anger: "In order to please the successor, you don't want your granddaughter?"
The sloppy old beggar who was lying on the ground in the distance, licking the porridge bowl with his head down, looked up:
"It's a bit immoral."
The old blind man was scolded and gasped with anger.
"Stinky beggar, you are the only one who has no right to scold me."
"What are you thinking? I want to match this kid with the stinky beggar."
"Ah?"
The expression of the broken-armed old man and others froze, and they were embarrassed.
Luo Fanchen was caught off guard, and then his mind turned and figured out what was going on.
Soon Tongtong learned that the big disabled grandfather was not talking about him. Not only did the shame and anger in his heart not subside, but he became even more angry and wanted to go up and pinch him.
The old blind man turned his head and said seriously: "Stinky beggar, don't be so stubborn and suffer. If Luo leaves, he will miss this village. There will be no shop."
"It doesn't matter whether you take revenge or not,"
"You don't want to spend countless efforts and life to learn the unique skills, and then you will die with you."
"Tick, tick!"
The steamed buns chewed by the old beggar were no longer fragrant, and the porridge dripped down his beard naturally.
Without waiting for the beggar to respond, the blind man said to Luo Fanchen:
"You kid, just give me a favor and don't bother with this old guy."
"Learn it reluctantly."
"Gah!"
The beggar suddenly looked up and glared:
"Blind man, do you know how to speak? What do you mean by learn it reluctantly?"
"If I spread the word, do you believe that there will be vassal kings willing to kneel down and beg me to teach you!"
The old blind man smiled and said, "Who told some people to be such a bastard?"
"Kneel down and beg you, look at me. I won't go up."
"I don't care about you, but you want to teach me."
The beggar was anxious: "You are talking nonsense!"
The old blind man clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay, I am talking nonsense. As long as you swear not to accept Luo Fanchen, I will respect you as a man."
"I swear..."
The beggar opened his mouth and was about to swear. He glanced at Luo Fanchen, and then angrily sprayed the old blind man: "I will swear to you, but I won't!"
The lame man sighed and shook his head: "Why should the disabled embarrass the disabled."
The old blind man made a face at Luo Fanchen.
Luo Fanchen understood, took the initiative to stand up, came to the beggar and bowed.
He knew how to stop when he saw the good, and some things were almost enough.
The blind man nodded with satisfaction, secretly thinking that this Luo kid really understood everything at once.
Luo Fanchen said: "I am going to participate in the world competition, and there are many strong opponents."
"I beg you to teach me a few tricks to save my life. I will be grateful."
The old beggar's mouth twitched, and he said, "You dare to be more false."
The blind man was speechless: "This kid knows how to save his life (pretend)."
The old man with a broken arm smiled and said, "Is there a possibility that he is afraid that our skills are too lethal, so he asks the beggar to learn a weak ordinary attack to save the lives of other players?"
His enterprise-level understanding directly angered the old beggar so much that he almost stood up on the spot.
"Boy, I will teach you the Nine Styles of Blue Dragon today!"
"Tell me who is stronger between me and that armless bastard after you learn it, and that's it."
Luo Fanchen clasped his fists: "It's all up to you."
He didn't hide the joy on his face.
After all, he came to the disabled old man's home because of the guidance of the female pope, and wanted to learn the Blue Dragon fighting skills. Now he finally got what he wanted.
The old beggar lying on the ground frowned and hesitated, "You have to leave tomorrow, and the time is too short."
"Forget it, just remember as much as you can."
"Okay."
Luo Fanchen nodded, and the air suddenly fell into silence, and the old beggar was embarrassed.
After the old and the young stared at each other for a long time, the beggar could not help but cough and said:
"That... the old blind man."
"Lend me some mental power, I can't release the mental projection."
The old blind man curled his lips: "Waste!"
The mind's eyes emerged, and a beam of mental power sank into the old beggar's eyebrows.
The beggar snorted: "Are you blind? Am I not just a cripple?"
After the quarrel,
He looked solemn, his eyebrows trembled, and released a shadow of the ancient blue dragon, as if hovering above the clouds, cruising in the sky, domineering.Luo Fanchen focused his eyes and instantly noticed something different.
The ancient Canglong martial soul projected by the beggar was completely different from the martial soul of the emperor's grandson Ye Wudao. It seemed to have evolved a step further, and the dragon's might was even stronger.
"Concentrate!"
The old beggar shouted: "This is the secret of our Canglong Empire. It is strictly forbidden for outsiders to learn it. This skill has been refined and recreated by the old man, surpassing the achievements of ancestors of all generations. If you learn it, you will become the public enemy of the Canglong Empire."
"It doesn't matter."
Luo Fanchen shook his head. He had taken out the harem of the Canglong Emperor. What else could he lack?
The sun set in the west, and time passed.
For a whole day and night, the old beggar did not eat or drink, and tried his best to teach Luo Fanchen the secret skills of the Canglong Empire. He did his best to disassemble and demonstrate all kinds of mysteries.
Luo Fanchen also used his mental power to the extreme, and opened his celestial pupil and the two water and fire pupils at the same time, and even used the "abnormal" fifth style of the Sky-peeking God Refining.
"Bang——"
A new day of sun rises, the old beggar's broken body with broken limbs, exhausted mental power, fell to the ground with a bang, his hair became whiter, as if the oil has run out of the lamp.
The dim eyes always stare at Luo Fanchen in front of him.
"Boy, how much have you understood of the first five Canglong fighting skills that I practiced?"
Luo Fanchen's eyes closed, and the red and ice-blue water and fire eyes became silent. He said seriously: "I haven't practiced it yet, so I can't be too sure. Ninety-nine percent."
The old beggar was mentally exhausted and nodded confusedly: "The fighting skills are complicated. It's great to understand ninety-nine percent in one day."
"Wait!"
He shuddered: "Ninety-nine percent?"
"Don't brag, kid, call me and see!"
Luo Fanchen shook his head and summoned Qinglian first to help the old beggar recover some vitality.
The beggar's body shook, and he was surprised: "The healing effect of your Qinglian..."
Luo Fanchen sighed unsatisfiedly: "It's a pity that the healing effect is a little poor, and I can't help you seniors recover your broken limbs."
The beggar's eyes glared: "You are too ambitious."
"You want to regenerate your broken limbs at level 40?"
"You have learned the world's best spear art, the last Tiantong secret technique, and now you have learned my Canglong combat technique that can protect the country, and you are still thinking about being the world's best in assisting?"
Luo Fanchen smiled "shyly", and then summoned the Qing Anaconda martial spirit that was about to turn into a dragon. The dragon roared and shook, and the whole body burst out with fierce and terrifying dragon power.
The fist light shook, the dragon claws roared, and the whip kick was like a dragon swinging its tail.
Although the movements were a little unfamiliar, they were extremely mysterious in Canglong combat techniques, and the five moves were exactly the same.
The old beggar's mouth opened wider and wider, he was shocked by the heaven, and his mentality collapsed.
"Me?"
"What the hell?"
The lame man and the others were also startled from the well and opened their eyes. Even though it was not the first time they saw Luo Fanchen's rapid cultivation speed, they could not help but be shocked.
"This kid... how many people will be scared to death by participating in the World Championship?"
"Other geniuses and monsters have 'surprises' and 'blessings'."
Luo Fanchen fought heartily, with a sense of relief that he finally vented all his brute force correctly. Before, he only knew some basic punches and kicks.
And he keenly noticed that
the version he learned was far more advanced than the one used by Ye Wudao, the grandson of the emperor.
It would be interesting if he faced the emperor's grandson again in the competition.
...
Luo Fanchen was about to leave Jixiang Village, but Tongtong never came out to see him off.
After hesitating, the old beggar recalled that the other party was not busy with his own happiness when he learned the special skills, but treated him, and gritted his teeth.
"Boy, come here."
"Hit my chest, I'll give you a surprise..."
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I have a fever, my mind is a little confused, I'm 20 minutes late, brothers, please bear with me!
Go to bed early, good night everyone.