Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

"Ok?"

The old blind man said with certainty: "This green lotus definitely didn't have a stem like this before!!"

The hearts of several seniors trembled.

No way?

This boy's beast spirit and spiritual pupils have evolved, but this plant weapon spirit can also evolve?

A group of old guys stared straight at Luo Fanchen, who looked calm. The lame man couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, urging: "You kid, please say something!"

Luo Fanchen sighed and looked at the old man with a broken arm: "This junior is taking care of the old man's mood."

"I am disabled, not dead. What can I take care of?"

The old man with a broken arm shook his head. This arrogant little old man was already shocked by Luo Fanchen's talent, but his mouth was still as hard as iron.

"I've never seen any big storms or waves in my life. You can put on a show, but if you're excited, I'll lose. A mere plant martial spirit, no matter how evolved it is, won't scare me a hair!"

Luo Fanchen nodded and said "humbly":

"Senior's words are reasonable, and he is teaching you a lesson!! Then this junior will be embarrassed."

As Luo Fanchen stirred the green lotus root, the old man with the broken arm looked hesitant.

Why do you feel like something is wrong?

Why does the scent of the green lotus rhizome feel so familiar?

"Om-"

The green roots separated from the green lotus, vibrating and humming, emitting a dark killing light.

The dark killing light suddenly became powerful and spread out. A shocking gunshot rang out from the strong light, and a black beam of light rose into the sky, like an abyss or a prison.

"I……"

"Fuck???"

The old man with a broken arm was the first to react. His facial features trembled violently, his mouth opened wide to reveal a mouth full of yellowed residual teeth, and his heart and liver were trembling.

The blind man was stunned and his lips wriggled: "This...this..."

The lame man was so shocked that his eyes trembled violently.

The old beggar and the deaf old man were all staring at the bright black light.

"boom!"

The continuous black killing beams suddenly stopped, revealing Luo Fanchen inside, holding a black magic gun with rolling evil energy. The texture of the vicious beasts was cold, and the bright red blood stain on the tip of the gun was chilling.

Luo Fanchen held the gun behind him with one hand,

With a solemn look on his face, his wrist shook, and the gunfire of the God-killing Spear was revealed, its evil spirit was wanton.

"Fuck?"

"Holy shit!!!!"

The old man with a broken arm, who had just sat back to the well with aloofness, rushed to Luo Fanchen in the blink of an eye, staring at the Nine-Sky God-killing Spear, his eyes filled with disbelief and red bloodshot eyes, and he let out a crazy exclamation. .

"That person is actually you?"

"This……"

"This is impossible!!"

"How is it possible? Whose plant-type Qinglian martial spirit can transform a spear?"

The old blind man's face twitched and his fingers trembled: "You call this showing off your ugliness?"

"What a shame."

The lame man swallowed: "I think this kid thinks we have lived too long and wants to scare us to death?"

The deaf old man, who was silent and had no sense of participation, stood upright at this moment, like a catcher in the wheat field, staring at Luo Fanchen.

The old beggar's heart was beating like a drum, stirring up turbulent waves.

"This... what kind of talent is this?"

The old man with a broken arm couldn't believe this fact. When other disabled old people were also shocked, a special abnormal noise suddenly came from Jixiang Village.

"Gudu, Gudu—"

In the center of the village, a dark well surrounded by dense chains was filled with thick black ink, and a strange and murderous dark red light spread outward.

"not good!"

All the crippled old men woke up suddenly, and all rushed to the well to stop them. The deaf old man shouted: "Young man Luo, quickly control the aura of your martial spirit!!"

"What the hell is down there?"

Luo Fanchen was startled, and the evil aura released by the Jiuxiao Divine Spear suddenly restrained itself.

That ink-colored special juice,

It caused a strong feeling of discomfort and nausea deep in his soul.

Without the pull of the evil spirit, the strange and violent Mo Jing was suppressed by the four disabled old men.

"call--"

The crippled old men breathed a sigh of relief, and when they looked back at Luo Fanchen, it was as if they had seen a ghost.

If you were still doubtful before and didn't dare to confirm, now He in the well has changed his direction and concluded that what Luo Fanchen took out was the gun martial spirit they felt before.

"What level is this kid's gun spirit?"

The lame man's scalp was numb: "How can the personality of all things resonate with Him?"

The old blind man couldn't calm down the shock in his heart: "Three spiritual pupils, a beast martial soul that has evolved against the heavens, and now there is also this martial soul spear. This kid wants three soul fellow practitioners, and all the soul masters in the world will not be able to lift him up in the future." ?"

"It's this breath!"

"Yes, it's this Gundo aura!!!"

The old man with a broken arm shouted in ecstasy, his eyes bulging out of his sockets, it was really scary, his hair was disheveled, and he rushed to Luo Fanchen like crazy.

"Hahaha."

The old man with a broken arm laughed again and again,

I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, but suddenly I looked back and saw that person was behind me! !

He stretched his face towards the Jiuxiao God-killing Spear, wanting to take a closer look.

"Whoosh-"

The sight suddenly became empty, the God-killing Spear disappeared, and was put away by Luo Fanchen.

The old man with a broken arm was ecstatic and obsessed, his expression was stagnant, and his eyes were dull.

As if his beloved thing was taken away in an instant, he stiffly raised his head and looked at Luo Fanchen.

He was anxious, he was anxious: "Hey, don't be in a hurry to accept it!!!"

Luo Fanchen shook his head and sighed aggrievedly: "It's just a plant martial spirit, no matter how evolved it is, it won't stain the eyes of my seniors."

As soon as these words came out, the disabled elders seemed to think of something, and their expressions suddenly became subtle.

The old blind man crossed his arms and smiled obscenely: "Tsk, tsk, there's something good to watch."

The lame man sneered and said contemptuously: "Don't just watch the show. You forgot that you said that the owner of this gun must be a devil. Who would accept such a person as a disciple?"

The old blind man's heart trembled, and he snorted coldly: "If you don't believe the rumors, don't spread them."

"I never said anything like this. I'm warning you, old cripple, not to slander me!"

The face of the old man with a broken arm twitched fiercely.

My mouth was wide open, my throat was dry, and I didn't know what to say for a moment.

I almost cried. If I stepped on the horse, wouldn't I be shooting myself in the foot?

He could have easily accepted a disciple, but he was forced to pretend, what should he do now?

"Little friend Luo! Little ancestor Luo!!"

The old man with a broken arm smiled flatteringly and came closer to please him.

Luo Fanchen took a step back and stretched out his hand to stop: "Don't bother me, senior, please respect yourself!"

The old man with a broken arm smiled awkwardly and explained: "That... misunderstanding is all a misunderstanding!!"

"Little Ancestor Luo, we have something to talk about."

The old blind man smiled slightly: "Brother, I understand you. Please beg me and I will help you persuade him."

The little old man with a broken arm immediately gave him a pitiful look begging for regret.

The old blind man nodded, and his mental power surged, forming a three-dimensional mental projection in the air.

"Tsk, tsk, you are a genius, but it's a pity that you are not my cup of tea!"

"The gunman genius I mentioned is someone else. What does it have to do with you?"

The old man with a broken arm shook his head: "Don't tell me that you can produce another gun spirit. You are overthinking it."

"Puchi-"

First, the blind girl couldn't help laughing, and the cripple couldn't hold back anymore.

The old beggar cried and said: Why don’t you laugh?

Some are watching the joke, some are looking in the mirror.

The projection continued to play in a loop, and the little old man with a broken arm was dumbfounded, his toes scratching the soles of his shoes in embarrassment.

"Old blind man!"

"You stepped on the horse because you wanted me to die!!"

"Turn it off, turn it off quickly!!"

His mental power surged wildly, shattering the blind man's mental projection.

When the old man with the broken arm turned around and saw Luo Fanchen's handsome face, as handsome as a gentleman, he felt ashamed and wanted to crawl into the ground.

The air suddenly fell into silence, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward and subtle...