Bug Master In Doomsday

"Form One: Duanji!" Wang Mang murmured in a low voice, his face was quite solemn, his back was slightly curved, his legs squat tightly, his hands were straight with the black halberd, and he kept this position stiffly. Do not move!

At first, Wang Mang remained motionless and extremely relaxed. The picture of the halberd moves in his mind gradually became agile. A man in ancient costume in Geyi was fluttering, just in line with his actions.

After three or five hours, the Ge Yi man with the halberd turned his head stiffly, and nodded with a kind smile to Wang Mang. The picture of the first move, the halberd, gradually disappeared, and the picture of the new trick again. Reappeared in Wang Mang's mind!

Wang Mang looked at the new picture that appeared in his mind, and shook his head with a slight panting. It was really hard to practice the halberd with the body of an ordinary person!

If it hadn't been for the halberd to seal the body's strength, it would be easier than playing for a few hours to maintain this kind of trick! It needs to be as tired as it is now!

The bearskin vest on his body was already wet with sweat, and a drop of water as big as a bean under his shirt kept falling on the ground, making a slight ‘click’!

Wang Mang wiped the fine sweat bead on his forehead, his face was a bit ugly. This 800-style halberd was only the first move of his own practice, and he felt strenuous. How much time and energy would it take if he was all proficient in his cultivation? ! Ten years, it seems really challenging at this time!

Wang Mang let out a long sullen air, and threw the black halberd in his hand at the gurgling creek. The sharp halberd blade with a heavy force plunged straight into the gravel-covered stream bottom, half of it. The halberd body is submerged in the bottom of the stream!

"Forget it, go to eat first, and then practice when you are full!"

Wang Mang patted the dust on his palm, and a relaxed smile appeared on his serious face. Although the days of cultivation were extremely dull and boring, the daily meals were the only things he felt happy and joyful!

Wang Mang washed his face in the stream, then threw the soaked bearskin vest on a simple drying rack by the forest, and wiped his body with cold water. He looked at the forest with a comfortable expression. Go to the thatched cottage!

Before reaching the thatched house, Wang Mang saw a familiar hunchbacked old servant carrying a gray leather bag, smiling and beckoning to Wang Mang.

"Master, you are a bit later than usual today,"

Wang Mang smiled kindly when he saw the humpbacked old servant.

After approaching, he took the gray leather baggage from the old servant's hand and said intimately: "Uncle Li, how many times have you said it. You don't need to call me young master, why don't you always listen?"

The loyal-looking Uncle Li grinned plainly and said with a smile: "Master, I've been calling this name for more than half a year. I can't change it long ago. Let's eat quickly. Today, the old slave brought your favorite. Shrimp Roe Balls to Eat!"

When Wang Mang heard this, his eyes were a little more joyful, but then he asked a little surprised: "Uncle Li, didn't you say that the silver seeds produced by the monster shrimp have disappeared? Why are there shrimp seeds today? Mission!"

"Hey, the old slave knows that you will be successful in halberd surgery today, young master, and I specially applied for it with Master Bai, and specially approved three taels of silver seeds, and then today's shrimp roe group is here!"

The honest and honest Uncle Li smiled with a brilliant smile without two teeth. It seemed that he could bring some good food to Wang Mang, which is a very happy thing!

Wang Mang was slightly moved in his heart. He patted Uncle Li on the shoulder and sighed quietly, "Uncle Li, when you gave me food, I knew that your situation was not very good. It has been more than half a year and has been troublesome. Uncle Li, you!"