Awakening Failed? It Doesn't Matter, I Am A Cultivator!

"How did you know?"

Su Chen turned to look at Lao Yang and asked.

Lao Yang looks like he is in his forties or fifties, his face is covered with traces of time. Deep wrinkles crisscross his forehead and corners of his eyes, revealing years of vicissitudes and hard work. His gray hair is neatly combed and exudes a rustic atmosphere. But I don't know if it was Su Chen's illusion, but I felt that Lao Yang looked much older after not seeing him for a few days.

"Hey, don't you know, the beautiful reporter from Baiyun TV Station has already broadcast it live for you."

"I also wrote a report called The Boy Running in the Rain..." Lao Yang pouted at a TV hanging on the wall of the noodle shop.

Baiyun TV's report on Su Chen was being played above, and the real-time mocking barrage made Su Chen's mouth twitch after seeing it.

“It’s true that good things don’t go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.”

"Who is mocking me in the live broadcast room? You have nothing to do, right?"

Especially when he saw the speeches of Sun Qiang, Wang Hao, Zhao Xiaoya and other classmates, he was even more speechless.

"Brother Xiaochen, don't be sad."

"It's just that your career awakening didn't succeed. Your Martial Dao Talent is so good. I believe, Brother Xiaochen, you can become a Martial Artist even if you don't have a career awakening!"

Lao Yang was a warm-hearted noodle chef, and he had long been familiar with Su Chen, who came to eat at his place almost every day, so he kindly comforted Su Chen after learning that Su Chen failed to awaken.

But there was a hint of sympathy and pity hidden in his tired eyes.

After all, in this era of national awakening, it is self-evident what the failure of professional awakening means.

Of course Su Chen saw this trace of sympathy, and of course it was hard for him to say anything. Do you want me to say that I am actually a Martial Artist now and will soon become an immortal?

If he really said that, he was afraid that Lao Yang would think that he was crazy because of the stimulation.

Therefore, Su Chen had no intention of taking up the topic again. He shook his head and rested his chopsticks on the table.

His eyes scanned the noodle shop for a week.

Of the seven or eight tables, only two were occupied. One table was him, and the other was the three people with yellow hair diagonally behind him who looked like gangsters.

"Lao Yang, don't just talk about me."

"And you?"

"Why are there so few people in the store today?" In the past three to five days, Su Chen had not come here to eat noodles in preparation for the final awakening of the Immortal Cultivation Panel.

The time now is not too late, it happens to be the time when the social workers get off work. If it goes according to the previous situation, the store will already be overcrowded. Before coming, he had already planned to take the noodles home to share with his cheap sister.

But after coming in today, there were only people at Huang Mao's table, which made Su Chen feel a little weird.

"Brother Xiaochen, you..." After hearing Su Chen ask this matter, a bitter smile appeared on Lao Yang's simple and peaceful face, and he was about to say something.

Bang! !

"Duck neck!"

"Tmd there's duck neck in this bowl of beef noodles!!" Huang Mao, who was behind Su Chen, slapped the table and stood up. He stuck out his tongue and looked ugly. He spat a few mouthfuls into his face as if he had eaten something dirty. Same, he said loudly to the boss with a very angry expression:

"Boss, please explain to me."

“Why is there duck neck in this bowl of beef noodles!! I don’t know, I’m allergic to duck neck!”

Su Chen glanced at Huang Mao's table and did not speak immediately, but buried himself in the meal.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"My noodles are all freshly made and cleaned every day. The kitchen is cleaner than your bedroom. How could duck necks get in there!"

Lao Yang was so angry at Huang Mao's words that his face turned red with anger.

"You said it was a spider and cockroach, but I gritted my teeth and admitted it!"

"But you actually said it was a duck neck. The yellow hair is just too deceiving. You think I'm blind! With such a big duck neck, I can't even see it when I'm serving noodles."

Lao Yang was so angry that he picked up his chopsticks and rummaged through Huang Mao's bowl.

The noodles are completely just a regular bowl of beef noodles.

"look!"

"Where's the duck neck?"

"I've eaten all the duck necks clean. How can you tell me that there are no duck necks?"

"I don't care. If you don't pay me 1.8 million today, I will never be done with you."

"That's right, you dare to feed my yellow-haired brother the duck neck."

"Believe it or not, we destroyed your noodle shop!"

Huang Mao and the two gangsters next to him seemed to be convinced by Lao Yang. Even if there was no duck neck in it, they insisted on saying that there was a duck neck, which made Lao Yang tremble with anger and become speechless.

"Aren't you bullying honest people?"

"Haha!" Huang Mao sneered at Lao Yang's weak accusation and ignored it. Instead, he focused his attention on Su Chen and reminded him as if he was kind-hearted.

"Brother, did you hear that? Stop eating it. There is duck neck in the noodles, and the soup is full of duck neck flavor!"

However...

Suck, suck, suck!

Su Chen was still working hard.

This kind of disregard made Huang Mao frown. As he strode closer, he raised his hand and slapped Su Chen on the back of the head.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

"You still fucking eat it, you're a noodle-eating fairy, right?"

"Didn't you hear me say that there is duck neck in this soup?"

The yellow-haired palm waved vigorously, and there was a faint sound of breaking through the air. If the palm was hit hard, it would be enough to stagger a normal adult.

"Brother Xiaochen, be careful!"

Lao Yang exclaimed, while Huang Mao's two younger brothers held their arms and sneered.

"Ah!"

"If you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink a fine wine! Although my brother Huang Mao is not a Martial Artist, he has the cultivation level of Martial Apprentice Ninth Layer. The Combat Power is as high as eighty-eight. There are few enemies under the Martial Artist!"

"This slap is a sign of mercy for you!"

Snapped!

A slightly clear voice sounded in the noodle shop.

However, it was not the sound of Huang Mao's hand slapping the back of Su Chen's head, but a pair of dark chopsticks clamping Huang Mao's hand in the air.

"Uh..." Huang Mao's eyes widened instantly. He tried hard to pull his hands away from the chopsticks, but found that the chopsticks locked his palms tightly like iron pliers, making it impossible to pull them back. .

What a power.

The uninitiated Martial Dao disciples can't do it at all. His yellow-haired Combat Power is as high as eighty-eight. To be able to restrain him with just a pair of chopsticks, the opponent's Combat Power must be at least 100.

"So, he's a Martial Artist!?"

Huang Mao's eyes widened, and he looked at the boy in front of him, who was an unknown number of years younger than him, with an unbelievable expression, and looked like he was still a student.

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