Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

The old beggar was lying on the ground next to him, drooling enviously.

Having seen a peerless genius like Luo Fanchen who is so talented and willing to work hard, there is no room for others in his heart, they are all rouge vulgar fans.

hemp!

I owe you, I missed it, I missed it! !

When the beggar was very upset,

From the corner of the eye, he suddenly noticed Luo Fanchen walking in his direction, his expression froze, his heart started beating wildly, and he was secretly ecstatic, here he is! !

This kid is here for the old man!

Aha,

Help the old man up, the old man is not cold yet, hahaha.

This kid has figured it out, is he finally coming to learn from this old man?

The old beggar swears, he really won't pretend this time,

Just play a little trick,

No!

It would be bad if this stubborn boy ran away in anger.

Then... just put it on a little bit, just keep a little old face.

It's impolite to stand and talk,

Luo Fanchen crouched down, knelt on one knee and looked at the old beggar lying on the ground.

"Senior, return your jade pendant as scheduled."

The old beggar was in a mess, and he was nervously thinking about what to say. He didn't even hear what Luo Fanchen said, and blurted out: "You said apprenticeship, this old man has to think about it, uh... don't think about it, okay!"

"This……"

Luo Fanchen held the half jade pendant given by the old beggar before heading to the imperial city with one hand, and looked at him in astonishment.

I am most afraid that the air will suddenly fall into silence,

The old man with a broken arm, the lame man and others all looked at the old beggar with teasing expressions.

"You old boy, miss your apprentice and go crazy."

The old beggar woke up suddenly and came back to his senses.

Ah Zhuo!

What nonsense did the old man just say?

Evening festival is not guaranteed...

Embarrassed toe digging,

Oh, I don't have toes, that's fine.

The old beggar changed the subject: "You...have you met the owner of the other half of the jade pendant?"

Luo Fanchen shook his head, and said conservatively and low-key: "Although the kid is lucky enough to enter the imperial palace, but time is tight, and there is no time to do anything in the future."

The old beggar sighed, complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

"That's right, the imperial palace is heavily guarded. Compared with the strong in the imperial court, you are still young and weak after all, so where can you go? Don't be discouraged."

Loneliness and bitterness flashed in the eyes of the old beggar,

Ye Aotian, who was famous all over the world, is just a sloppy beggar.

"This jade pendant, you just accept it, the old man lives here like a reptile, and it may be useless to keep it."

Luo Fanchen could see that this jade pendant had a story, so he shook his head and refused:

"A gentleman does not steal what others love."

The old beggar suddenly glared angrily, "Is your boy a gentleman when he rides a horse?"

"Don't think that the old man didn't see you hugging left and right in Qianlong City!"

"Zhuo!! Scumbag!!!"

The corner of Luo Fanchen's mouth twitched, why did he suddenly fall ill!

Senior, I see naked jealousy and envy in your eyes.

The kindness is hard to give up, put away the broken jade pendant,

Like an old wolf, the broken-armed old man quickly surrounded him when he saw the delicious bacon.

"Little ancestor Luo, the old man Jietian Qishi is the number one spear secret skill in the mainland, let's practice it now."

Luo Fanchen asked: "Senior, isn't the Seventh Form of the Divine Firmament of the Divine Firmament Sect the strongest in the world?"

The old man with the broken arm sneered again and again: "Shenxiao Sect? This sect rose rapidly only 3000 years ago. Before that, no one in the world knew the prestige of Jietian Qishi."

3000 years ago?

Luo Fanchen's heart skipped a beat, and he was keenly aware of the problem.

Except for Ye Aotian, how old are the old men in the nursing home? ?

"That...you have a long life this year."

The old man with a broken arm shook his head: "The cold comes and the summer goes, stay here withered, don't remember."

Luo Fanchen's heart was beating, and he felt as if he had inadvertently touched his incredible thigh.

Was he pretending to be coquettish with these old monsters before?

What is the origin of the ink well that can be guarded by these strong men? This...

He thought of the weird human skin of King Tianwu again, and shivered.

But rather than asking the old beggar who doesn't know the depth, he trusts the female pope who has the world in his heart.

"Little ancestor, pay attention!"

"The old man's guns are not like the blind man's flamboyance."

"The quality of your pupils is not ordinary that day, and you are born with divine power, so you can quickly practice his Heaven-peeping God Alchemy, but there is no shortcut to the way of the spear."

"No effort, no gain."

"Before practicing stunts, you need to learn and master all the basic gun skills, stab one hundred thousand or one million spears, and develop muscle memory."

The old man with a broken arm looked solemn, like a pilgrimage: "This way cannot be accomplished quickly, you have to be mentally prepared."

The old beggar cursed and said: "You old Bideng, can you die if you don't step on it?"

However, he smiled and reminded Luo Fanchen: "Boy, this old guy has a stinky mouth, and he still has two shots with the gun. He must be right."

The old man with a broken arm looked confident, released his mental projection, and practiced the most basic 72-way gun moves for Luo Fanchen, and his moves were simple and unpretentious.

After watching carefully, Luo Fanchen called out the God-killing Spear: "Senior, you can start now."

The old man with a broken arm frowned, "Don't you read it twice?"

"Even if the posture of the gun is the same, the operation of the soul power, the exertion of every inch of muscle, and the details of every joint angle are a thousand miles away."

"Sit down and rest."

Luo Fanchen held the gun with one hand, and the Jiuxiao Shenshen Spear let out a clanging sound.

Spin your feet, turn your wrists, and shoot the gun like a fright,

"Block, hold, pierce, pierce, pierce, wrap, circle, pounce, tap, pull, dance flowers!"

Standing there, the old man with a broken arm was in a displeased mood. He felt that Luo Fanchen didn't take the basics seriously, so he must pick out his shortcomings and beat this kid.

result……

Others are numb.

At first, when playing for the first time, Luo Fanchen's movements were a little rusty, obviously controlling his limbs.

But the second time, it became much smoother,

By the third time, it was as fast as lightning, and every move was exactly the same.

By the fourth time, Luo Fanchen made up the 72 basic marksmanship, as if he had practiced it thousands of times, and knew it by heart.

The old man with a broken arm held back his lesson, but he couldn't say a word.

"call--"

Luo Fanchen exhaled white smoke from his mouth, put the spear behind his back, and bowed slowly: "The boy is a beginner in this field, and there are many things that are dull, please don't worry about it, just give me strict advice."

"Stupid?"

"Teaching???"

The mouth of the broken-armed old man squirmed, but he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Something is wrong with this kid's body.

Does every cell have the ability of photographic memory?

Don't forget what you did once?

Brother Tongzi of Diving: Can the brain be mastered, but not the hands?That's called photographic memory, heaven-defying understanding?

The cripple next to him and others looked at each other,

Both could see the shock in each other's eyes, and the two black holes of the blind man.

After the old man with the broken arm was surprised, an indescribable joy appeared on his face.

"Okay, let's fast-forward to Jietian Seven Styles!"

"I don't believe this old man. My lineage has been tempered and refined, and you have the ability to master the spear skills so quickly."

One old and one young,

The old man with a broken arm was teaching patiently, Luo Fanchen was studying hard, the old beggar and the deaf man were sitting on the ground in the distance, covered with starlight, taking advantage of the afterimage of the gunshot, they raised an altar to drink wine.

Tong Tong, a blind girl, is hiding in the thatched hut behind closed doors.

The wine drank into his throat, looking at Luo Fanchen who had become someone else's heir, the cripple felt uncomfortable.

The old beggar even drank the wine carelessly, with a melancholy expression, biting his chapped lips, looking at his chest from time to time, as if he was making a difficult decision.

How about being honest and telling the biggest secret in your heart...