blogombal Chapter 451
Chapter 451
The old beggar was lying on the ground nearby, drooling with envy.
After seeing Luo Fanchen, a genius with extraordinary talent and willingness to work hard, there was no room for others in his heart, they were all just rouge and powder.
Damn it!
I was so rude, I missed it, I missed it!!
When the beggar was extremely annoyed,
He suddenly noticed Luo Fanchen walking towards him from the corner of his eye, his expression stagnated, his heart began to pound, and he was secretly ecstatic, he came!!
This kid came for me!
Ahaha,
Help me up, I'm not cold yet, hahaha.
Has this kid figured it out and finally comes to me to learn skills?
The old beggar swore that he really wouldn't pretend this time,
Just show off a little bit,
No!
It would be bad if he pissed off this stubborn kid and ran away.
Then... just show off a little bit, just to save some face.
It's impolite to talk while standing.
Luo Fanchen crouched down, knelt on one knee and looked at the old beggar lying on the ground.
"Senior, your jade pendant will be returned as scheduled."
The old beggar's thoughts were in a mess, and he was nervously thinking about what to say. He didn't even hear what Luo Fanchen said clearly, and blurted out: "You said you want to become my disciple, this old man has to think about it carefully, um... I won't think about it, okay!"
"This..."
Luo Fanchen held the half jade pendant given by the old beggar before going to the Imperial City with one hand, and looked at the other party in astonishment.
The most afraid of the air suddenly falling into silence,
The old man with a broken arm, the lame man and others looked at the old beggar with a teasing look.
"You old boy, you are crazy about your apprentice."
The old beggar suddenly woke up and came to his senses.
Ah Chao!
What nonsense did I say just now?
Losing your integrity in old age...
Embarrassed digging your toes into the ground,
Oh, I don't have toes, that's fine.
The old beggar changed the subject: "You... have you seen the owner of the other half of the jade pendant?"
Luo Fanchen shook his head and said conservatively and low-key: "Although I am lucky to enter the imperial palace, time is tight and I won't have time to do anything in the future."
The old beggar sighed, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
"That's right, the imperial palace is heavily guarded. Compared with the strong men in the imperial court, you are still young and weak after all. Where can you go? Don't be discouraged."
The old beggar's eyes flashed with loneliness and bitterness,
Ye Aotian, who was once famous all over the world, is now just a sloppy beggar.
"You should take this jade pendant. I am living here like a reptile. It may be useless to keep it."
Luo Fanchen could see that this jade pendant had a story, and shook his head to refuse:
"A gentleman does not take away what others love."
The old beggar suddenly glared angrily: "Are you a gentleman?"
"Don't think I didn't see you hugging women in Qianlong City!"
"Zhao! Scumbag!!!"
Luo Fanchen's mouth twitched. Why did he suddenly get sick!
Senior, I saw naked jealousy and envy in your eyes.
It was hard to refuse the kindness, so he put away the broken jade pendant.
The old man with a broken arm quickly surrounded him like an old wolf seeing the fragrant smoked meat.
"Young Ancestor Luo, my Seven Heaven-cutting Styles is the best spear technique on the continent. Let's practice it now."
Luo Fanchen asked, "Senior, isn't the Seven Heaven-cutting Styles of the Shenxiao Sect the strongest in the world?"
The broken-armed old man sneered, "Shenxiao Sect? This sect only rose rapidly three thousand years ago. Before that, who in the world didn't know the reputation of the Seven Heaven-cutting Styles?"
Three thousand years ago?
Luo Fanchen's heart skipped a beat, and he keenly noticed the problem.
How old are the old men in the disabled old man's home, except Ye Aotian? ?
"That... you are very old this year."
The broken-armed old man shook his head, "I have been here for many years, and I can't remember."
Luo Fanchen's heart was beating, and he felt as if he had accidentally found a great thigh.
Was he pretending to be cool with this group of old monsters before?
What is the origin of the ink well that can be guarded by these strong men? This...
He thought of the strange human skin of King Tianwu again and shuddered.
But rather than asking the ignorant old beggar, he trusted the female pope who cared about the world more.
"Little ancestor, concentrate!"
"My spear skills are not like the fancy moves of a blind man."
"Your pupil is of extraordinary quality, and you are born with divine power, so you can quickly practice his Sky-peek Divine Refining, but there is no shortcut to the spear path."
"One point of effort, one point of gain."
"Before practicing the unique skills, you need to learn and master all the basic skills of the spear path, stab out 100,000 or 1 million spears, and develop muscle memory."
The old man with a broken arm looked solemn, as if he was on a pilgrimage: "This path cannot be achieved quickly, you must be mentally prepared."
The old beggar cursed: "You old wall, can you die without pulling and stepping on me?"
But despite the curse, he smiled and reminded Luo Fanchen: "Boy, this old guy has a foul mouth, but he still has some skills in the spear path.Yes, you can listen to him."
The broken-armed old man looked confident, released his spiritual projection, and practiced the most basic 72 spear moves for Luo Fanchen, each move was simple and unpretentious.
After watching carefully, Luo Fanchen summoned the God-killing Spear: "Senior, can we start?"
The broken-armed old man frowned, "Why don't you watch it twice more?"
"Even if the posture of the spear is similar, the operation of the soul power, the force of every inch of muscle, and the details of every joint angle are a little different, and the difference is a thousand miles away."
"Please sit down and rest."
Luo Fanchen held the spear with one hand, and the Nine Heavens God-killing Spear made a clanging sound.
The feet spun, the wrist turned, and the spear came out like a startled wild goose,
"Block, grab, stab, stab, hook, entangle, circle, pounce, point, flick, dance! "
The old man with the broken arm stood there, feeling a little unhappy. He felt that Luo Fanchen didn't take the basics seriously enough, and he would definitely find faults to teach this kid a lesson.
As a result...
He was confused.
At first, when he practiced for the first time, Luo Fanchen's movements were a little unfamiliar, and he was obviously trying to control his limbs.
But the second time, he was much smoother.
By the third time, he was as fast as lightning, and every move was accurate.
By the fourth time, Luo Fanchen could use the 72 basic spear techniques effortlessly, as if he had practiced them thousands of times and knew them by heart.
The old man with the broken arm had a lot of words to teach him, but he couldn't say a word.
"Hu——"
Luo Fanchen exhaled white smoke from his mouth, put his spear behind his back, and bowed slowly: "I am new to this, and there are many stupid things. Please don't worry, just give me strict advice."
"Stupid?"
"Teach? ? ? "
The old man with the broken arm moved his mouth, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.
There's something wrong with this kid's body.
Does every cell have the ability to remember everything at a glance?
Can't forget an action you've done once?
Brother Tongzi who was diving: The brain knows it, but the hands don't? That's called a photographic memory, a supernatural comprehension?
The lame man and others beside him looked at each other,
They could see the shock in each other's eyes, and the two black holes in the blind man's eyes.
After being surprised, the old man with the broken arm showed an indescribable joy on his face.
"Okay, let's move on to the Seven Styles of Jietian!"
"I don't believe that you can master the spear skills of my lineage that have been refined for thousands of years and simplified so quickly. "
An old man and a young man,
The broken-armed old man was teaching patiently, Luo Fanchen was learning seriously, the old blind and deaf man were sitting on the ground in the distance, covered with the starlight in the yard, taking advantage of the residual shadow of the gun, raising the jar to drink fine wine.
The blind girl Tongtong stayed at home and hid in the thatched house.
After the fine wine went down his throat, looking at Luo Fanchen who had become someone else's successor, the lame man felt bad in his mouth.
The old beggar had no intention of drinking the wine. He looked melancholy, biting his dry lips, and looking at his chest from time to time, as if he was making a difficult decision.
Should I be honest and tell the biggest secret in my heart...