blogombal Chapter 452
Chapter 452
This is the most precious opportunity secret for him, and also the last hope.
The old beggar's dim and decayed eyes kept flickering, full of hesitation.
At this moment, everyone was drinking and practicing guns happily, and no one noticed that the old beggar's body was trembling slightly.
Before the World Championship, the undercurrent of the Soul Martial Continent was surging, and another strange tribe came to kill at some point, so Luo Fanchen stayed in a simple village and concentrated on practicing the gun skills.
The moon sets and the sun rises, and time moves backwards.
In the early morning, light and darkness intertwine at the end of the earth, and there seems to be a touch of chaos in the sky.
"Boom!"
In Jixiang Village,
The sound of guns whistled, and a figure of a banished immortal youth drove the Jiuxiao Killing God Gun in the yard, turning and moving, and his every move was like a black dragon roaring, with a terrifying spirit.
"The first spear of the Seven Heaven-cutting Styles--"
"Scorching Flame·Golden Crow Falling!"
"Clang!"
Luo Fanchen raised his spear and pierced the sky,
piercing the last ray of night, the red blood on the tip of the spear shook, and a spear flame image burst out, turning into a red flame golden crow, rushing straight into the sky and rushing back to the mortal world.
"Good!"
The broken-armed old man's eyes shook, and he only wished he could not raise his arms and applaud.
Eleven days ago, Luo Fanchen was still a novice who knew nothing about spearmanship, but in recent days, his progress can be said to be a thousand miles a day, surpassing the limits of mortals.
In the past, he had high expectations and was afraid that his successor would be too stupid and lose face for him.
Now he is worried. This kid's progress is too fast. He spent more than ten years to accumulate, and practiced it in ten days.
A strong sense of frustration surged in his heart.
But as long as he thought of this kid coming out of the mountain and stunning the world with his unique skill of cutting the sky, he would be excited. Shenxiao Sect, the best spearman in the world?
Get down from me!!!
He could not imagine how glorious the Jietian Sect would be in the hands of this kid.
Amid the cheers of the old man with broken arms, Luo Fanchen first flashed a cold light, and then his gun shot out like a startling snow mountain, and like a dragon swimming in purgatory, using the unique skill of cutting the sky to shoot five shots in a row.
"Second shot: Longxiong·Canglanpo."
...
"Fifth shot..."
Thunder rolled in the sky, and the momentum was terrifying.
In the thunder, Luo Fanchen put away his gun and stood up, calming down.
A wisp of white smoke came out of his mouth, and tiny beads of sweat permeated the surface of his perfect muscles.
"Good boy!"
The old man with the broken arm came over with a smile on his face, his face radiant, and he praised him generously:
"You have mastered the fifth style of the Heaven-cutting Style, which should only be practiced by Soul Saints. It is amazing and incredible."
Who would have thought that he wanted to be a nitpicking and strict teacher at the beginning, but now he has become a marginal person who can only say "awesome", "fuck", and "wow".
Luo Fanchen flicked his arm, and the spear disappeared. He bowed respectfully and knelt on one knee.
"Thank you for your hard work in guiding me recently."
"If you have any request in the future, I will never refuse."
He is now making rapid progress in the way of spear, comparable to or even surpassing the evil genius who has been immersed in this way for countless years. In addition to his own little bit of talent and sweat, he cannot do without the cultivation of 99% of the other party.
How many people in the world can treat you so well?
The old man with the broken arm taught him the unique skill of cutting the sky unconditionally, and he did not ask for the title of master and apprentice. Luo Fanchen, who had lived two lives, knew how rare this was and was grateful.
Seeing Luo Fanchen, who used to act casually and unrestrained, showing such a sincere and heartfelt look, the old man with the broken arm was obviously stunned for a moment, and his eyes trembled slightly.
Then he laughed heartily, and his hearty and comfortable laughter stirred the village.
At this time, his mood,
even exceeded Luo Fanchen's mastery of so many unique skills in a short period of time.
Unparalleled talent is precious, but it is rare to have a pure heart that values love and righteousness.
The old man with the broken arm quickly flashed in front of Luo Fanchen. The spear cultivation soul power that should have been sharp was now extremely gentle and full of love, and he helped Luo Fanchen, who was kneeling on one knee, up.
His voice was a little hoarse:
"Good boy, you are willing to learn, and I am willing to teach you. This is enough reason."
"As for repaying a favor, don't mention it again."
The old man with the broken arm turned around, as if he didn't want Luo Fanchen to see his expression.
Looking up at the rising sun in the distance, he felt something in his heart,
"My old bones should have been buried in the ground and decayed with the grass and trees, but I can't die. I still have to support the dark night for young people like you."
"When the light comes, I am willing to turn into a handful of yellow soil and listen to the wind singing."
Luo Fanchen's body trembled, as if he felt some emotion, but it seemed that he didn't.
At this moment, the empty place of the broken arm seemed to have grown a pair of golden arms.
Wei Yang, maybe as a time traveler, I, Luo Fanchen, don't have the same feelings as you.
But you are not alone...
The old man with a broken arm, with his back to the mortal world, looked up at the sky and shouted in a deep voice:"Luo kid..."
"Ah?"
Luo Fanchen listened carefully.
The old man's serious voice came back: "There should be applause here!"
"Ah ha?"
Luo Fanchen was stunned.
The old man with a broken arm turned his head and cursed: "I don't have arms, and you don't have arms either. Can you applaud? Can you shout "Awesome!"!"
Luo Fanchen was stunned.
He was just about to say that he was inspired, and something in his heart really began to sprout.
But you did this to me?
Blanch! !
The old man with a broken arm bared his yellow teeth and said happily: "Are you stunned, young man?"
"Talk about talent with idiots and feelings with geniuses. I will always be invincible!"
Luo Fanchen rolled his eyes and walked back. Tongtong should have finished breakfast.
The little girl is not very old, but her cooking skills are really unique.
But he has been acting mysterious these days, and no one knows what he is doing behind people's backs...
"Hey!"
"Don't go!"
The old man with a broken arm shouted hurriedly from behind,
If there is no applause, then everything will be boring.
The chimney of the thatched cottage was curling with smoke, and the old men in front of the house gathered at the table, with a few plates of pickled vegetables and white steamed buns, bathing in the morning sun, and eating steaming brown rice porridge, quiet and warm.
The blind girl wiped her ill-fitting apron with her little hand and was the last one to come to the table.
"Brother Luo, are you going to leave soon?"
Luo Fanchen put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood up, tearing off a piece of clean clothes, and carefully helped the blind girl wipe the crystal sweat on her forehead. The little girl was stunned for a moment, and her face flushed.
"The World Championship will be held in four days, and the Imperial City will gather and set off in two days."
Hearing the man's gentle response, the little Loli's fingers trembled, her hands behind her back, pursed her lips and hesitated, and then said weakly:
"Brother Luo, can you leave tomorrow and stay one more day?"
Luo Fanchen was stunned.
All the disabled old men cast murderous eyes, wishing to be killed by Luo Fanchen on the spot.
After thinking about it, Luo Fanchen felt that the disabled old men were men after all, and they would definitely not be careful and thoughtful with the blind girl, so he wanted to take the blind girl to Wei Yang to see:
"How about Brother Luo take you out together?"
"???"
The broken-armed disabled old man and others widened their eyes.
"This kid's wolfish ambitions are finally exposed?"
"I knew you were definitely not a good bird!"
"Bang!"
"This meal can't be eaten." The big disabled blind man was so angry that he was shaking cold. You kid is a locust passing through, and you don't want to leave anything for us old guys.
The blind girl was delighted at first, then bit her lip and shook her head firmly to refuse.
"I'm sorry, Brother Luo."
"Tongtong can't leave. Grandpa and I are old and need someone to take care of us."
Luo Fanchen patted his forehead: "I didn't think it through."
"Then I'll stay with you for another day!"
He didn't say that he might be blamed by the emperor and a group of vassal kings and clan leaders.
I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Old Dog, you should leave one day later. I have to accompany my sister.
"Yes!"
The blind girl nodded vigorously, with a sweet and happy smile on her lips.
"Tui!"
"Pah."
The lame man and others opened their mouths and looked disgusted.
"Okay, okay!"
The old blind man clapped his hands, "Luo boy, I'm going to be a matchmaker for you today!"