World of Warcraft Invasion Marvel

Chapter 369 Scarlet Witch (Part 3)
"So fast!"

Old Wang looked up.

It was a young man who looked a little old. He was about 20 years old, but his body was much older than his peers. It seemed that his metabolism was too fast, but his vitality was not strong enough, and he had not completed the corresponding transformation at the genetic level, so that Even the hair is developing toward silver.

Is this the rhythm of youth with gray hair, early death and early rebirth?
He is very fast, even faster than a yo-yo, far exceeding the speed of sound, about 20 times the speed of sound, 7000 meters per second, similar to the current mainstream intercontinental missiles, almost comparable to the one that SHIELD is proud of Quinjet fighter.

But for Pharaoh, it was obviously not enough.

The silver-haired young man had a three-point tease on his face, as if he didn't take himself seriously at all, which made Lao Wang feel like "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger", although the other party is not a calf, and he is not a tiger.

"Quick Silver? Interesting."

Such a fast speed is indeed something to be proud of.

There is no speed in martial arts in the world. If the speed is really fast to a certain level, it will indeed give people an illusion of invincibility.

The reason why it is called an illusion is that there are actually many ways to deal with it, and the Flash is not invincible.

As for Lao Wang, the speed of the person in front of him obviously couldn't reach a "certain level", and it was even worse than what he remembered, which really didn't matter.

He smiled at the man.

The smile itself is very gentle and friendly.

Now that he recognized the other party, Lao Wang didn't regard him as an enemy. He was just a young man who had suffered misfortune. He was willing to give everything in order to become stronger and take revenge. Such a child lacked a lot of education in the course of his life. If he is educated well , If they are cultivated well, they will definitely be able to contribute to the development of science and technology and human progress.

But in the eyes of the silver-haired youth, Old Wang's smile was full of sarcasm.

His speed is too fast, but the other party can smile at him in a very short time. This not only requires strong visual ability, but also requires developed muscles and nerve response speed. Ordinary people definitely cannot do it, so what is he doing? who is it?

J,

Just because you can see me doesn't mean you can catch up with me and avoid me!
The silver-haired young man seemed to have found a fun toy, but now he was irritated and decided to deal with this guy who mocked him.

He's not interested in killing, and he doesn't want to hurt anyone, but at least he should be taught a lesson.

He clenched his fist and threw it at Old Wang.

At this moment, he saw that fat guy raised his left hand and grabbed his fist extremely gently and accurately.

The silver-haired youth was extremely shocked.

this man,

Not only can you see yourself clearly, you can laugh at yourself, but you can also catch up with your own speed.

Do not!
He is faster than me!
How can there be such a fast real man in this world?
"Pietro..."

The old man was about to say something.

Suddenly, a tall woman wrapped in red came behind him.

The crimson energy flowed into Lao Wang's mind along the constantly swaying fingers, and everything around him changed instantly.

"This is...my home?"

This is a small village in the south of Pengcheng, with three tile-roofed houses and a low yard. There are two people, one big and one small, and three people.

This is the oldest and deepest memory, and it is the first home of Sansheng III.

He was born there, grew up there, and then flew away like a bird leaving its nest, only to find that home was gone when he came back.

Rural areas are not cities, and demolition will always be a loss for ordinary people. For a house of more than 400 square meters, the original demolition and original construction can only exchange for almost half of the area. The homestead is replaced by real estate. For those who want to rent, they can only find a way to rent elsewhere.

And now, it hasn't been dismantled.

Still.

Not just the house, but the people too.

The screen switched at an extremely fast speed, and soon came ten years later.

Lao Wang looked around——

It is dilapidated everywhere, the rolling door of the east room has been removed, the bathroom on the west is empty, many things have been emptied, more things are piled up in the yard, and several people are moving cabinets, beds, and tables to Mazda .

Not demolished yet.

But already had to relocate.

This is the most impressive picture before crossing.

The picture flashed by, and the scene was rebuilt.

It is no longer a village in the 21st century, but an exotic martial arts field.

Under the guidance of the instructor, the pandaren monks are practicing martial arts in a uniform manner. There are some older monks farther away who are meditating cross-legged or looking at the sky and the sea. An obviously very old pandaren , walking slowly with a cane.

Every step is years.

Every sound is an annual ring.

"Master Shang Xi..."

In the 10 years of World of Warcraft, Lao Wang's deepest impression is not King Varian, Jaina, Thrall or the three sisters of Windrunner, or even Lao Chen or Li Li, but Master Shang Xi.

This is Shang Xi's martial arts field.

He spent the first year in that world here.

He adapts to life here, learns martial arts here, discusses with Master Shangxi here, lays a solid foundation under his guidance, and then leaves here to go to the world.

Be like a teacher like a father.

A middle-aged monk with a wide heart and a fat body came from afar with a wine barrel in his arms, and his voice was loud and open:
"Why did the flames of war start, and why did the autumn leaves fall? Nature is invincible, and I also have doubts in my heart. Who holds the fist of anger?"

"Protecting the country and punishing evildoers, Taoism naturally comes out of the mind. The war is endless and the disaster is never extinguished. Why do we fight!"

Looking at the man, Old Wang smiled.

It's Lao Chen.

This passage was spread by him in another world, and Lao Chen liked it very much. I don't know how he is doing now, has he found a wife?
Why do we fight?

In life, there are always many reasons to fight.

For relatives, for friends, for culture, for country, for nation, for everything you are familiar with and not familiar with, in order not to be alone in the vast universe, to have a companion when you need it.

The picture changed again and turned into a somewhat dilapidated orphanage.

On that rainy night, the old king who was born from thunder and lightning was picked up by Dean Li. He survived the loneliness and coldness until he was 14 years old. After the death of Dean Li, he left and started a life alone.

Three lives and three generations, more than 50 years have passed by in a flash.

Then it stopped abruptly.

A look of surprise appeared on the face of the great woman in red. This person actually forcibly broke through his telepathy and escaped from the illusion. His spiritual will is so strong. How is this possible?

no no.

The man didn't seem to be trying to break out of his telepathy, he didn't even try to.

It is because one's own ability cannot control the opponent's powerful spirit, just like a weak child who cannot control a huge aircraft carrier and collapses automatically when overwhelmed, so he let the opponent out of control.

This is simply unimaginable.

Is he still human?
the most important is--

If what she saw was true, then the person in front of her had three completely different experiences. He seemed, seemed——

Not of this world?
At this time, Lao Wang suddenly turned around and met her eyes.

(End of this chapter)