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

The sun sets in the west, and darkness envelopes the small mountain village surrounded by mountains.

Luo Fanchen raised his eyes and glanced: "It's getting late."

"If there's nothing wrong with you, I'll help Tongtong make a fire and cook some food."

The old man with a broken arm was in a hurry. The gunman monster he longed for was right in front of him. How could he let him go?

"Don't, don't go!"

"We have something to discuss!"

He chased after him, stepped in front of Luo Fanchen, and after hesitating with a gloomy look on his face, he gritted his teeth and said, "I admit that I was the one who spoke too loudly before."

Luo Fanchen quickly stopped him and said with "sincere fear": "No, don't be like this. I still like your cold demeanor before. Please recover."

"Kukuku!"

The old blind man smiled unabashedly: "This kid is not a good guy, he is too bad, but I like him, hahaha."

The lame man shouted loudly: "If you are missing an arm, you can tell this kid to get out of here. What kind of identity and status do we have, can we still be controlled by a young man?"

The old blind man smiled and nodded: "That's right, I can't bear this grievance! What a shame!!!"

The two sang in harmony, which made the old man with a broken arm blush.

How could he have thought that this kid could suddenly awaken a gun spirit? This was not in line with common sense at all?

The old man with a broken arm gritted his teeth and thought of the terrifying and unheard-of murderous spear.

Face, what is face?

Can you eat?

It is more important to inherit the mantle, I am shameless! !

"Little Ancestor Luo, I made a mistake. Please do a good job, forgive me, and let me take a good look at you. I have nothing wrong with you in my life. I'm only obsessed with shooting."

The old man with a broken arm had tears in his eyes and blinked:

"You don't want me, a useless old cripple at my age, to kneel down and apologize."

His whole body was filled with regret: "Don't force me to kneel down and beg you!"

Seeing Luo Fanchen indifferent,

The old man with a broken arm knew that he had indeed acted dishonestly and ignored others. His heart skipped a beat, his knees softened, and he knelt down.

"Shh!"

Luo Fanchen's pupils shrank, he took a step forward, and hurriedly supported the shoulders of the old man with broken arms to stop his fall.

He himself was shocked. This old man could handle it. He was really kneeling when he apologized.

"do not……"

"You, the kneeling boy, can't bear it."

"I'm not saying anything sarcastic this time!"

The old man with a broken arm looked up eagerly, "Little ancestor, are you willing to forgive me?"

Luo Fanchen smiled bitterly: "I'm not surprised. I was just teasing you. I didn't expect you to be serious."

The old man with a broken arm said pitifully: "Are you willing to inherit my mantle of gunmanship?"

Luo Fanchen shook his head: "Is this something I can learn?"

You kid knows how to piss people off!

The old man with a broken arm was so angry that his heart ached, and there were a few old men nearby who were not shy and snickered.

"You have to stand upright when you are beaten, and you have to admit when you make a mistake."

"Don't stop me, I won't be able to kneel for a long time!"

"You go ahead and learn. As long as you learn, I will teach you. There are no strings attached!!"

"Learn, kid, why don't you learn!"

Luo Fanchen "bite the bullet" and agreed, and the old man with the broken arm stood up with satisfaction.

"Look at what's going on."

"I told you I was coming when I met you on the street, but you just left."

The little old man with a broken arm was too embarrassed to see anyone: "Stop scolding, stop scolding..."

The old beggar snickered and muttered: "Tongtong, learn from your brother Luo. This guy is such a thief. He behaves well even though he gets an advantage. He can't suffer any loss in the world."

"Humph!"

The blind girl frowned, licked her lips like petals and said, "Grandpa, please don't talk nonsense, Brother Luo is not a thief!"

The old beggar suddenly felt a little cold.

The little cotton-padded jacket that had always been so good and never talked back seemed to have holes in it.

Luo Fanchen couldn't resist the old man's plea, so he released the Nine Heavens Killing Spear again.

"Good gun!"

"The fierce power is restrained, the evil spirit lasts forever, and the domineering intention is enough to crush Zidian Shenxiao."

The eyes of the old man with a broken arm flashed with the light of the gun. When he looked closely at it, he became more and more frightened. He had read a lot of guns in his life, but he could not judge the grade of this god-killing gun.

I wanted to put the gun shaft on the broken arm to feel it,

Luo Fanchen also agreed, but the god-killing spear clearly disagreed.

"Buzz!"

The gun moved automatically, avoiding the old man with a broken arm.

"Ok?"

"Is there any gun in the world that I can't control?"

The old man with a broken arm was dissatisfied, his competitive spirit was aroused, his body shook, and he released a terrifying artistic conception of gun art. He was like an emperor of gun art, brooking no infringement or questioning.

Luo Fanchen was so frightened that he couldn't associate the gunman emperor in front of him with the disabled old man who had just cried and asked someone to learn his secret skills.

As a result, the God-killing Spear was indifferent, and even more disgusted.

The gun body shook, as if to indicate that you couldn't do it, and took the initiative to hide in Luo Fanchen's dantian.

The old man with a broken arm stood awkwardly, feeling as if he was ogling a blind man, and the feeling of frustration welled up in his heart.

Then he became more and more certain that this gun was of terrifyingly high quality.

"You kid..."

"It's so unexpected."

"Let's go, I'm going to teach you and I the secret art of shooting."

The cripple who was watching the joke could no longer laugh at this time.

Boil!

This old boy seems to have lost face, but in fact he has won the heir apparent.

What should he do? ?

When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the old beggar in the distance had a shabby look on his face and was even more upset than he was.

call--

Fortunately, I am smart and plan ahead.

When the world championship is over and the Feng family and the Huang family are defeated, we can naturally accept the successor.

The old blind man came over and pushed the old man with the broken arm away in disgust:

"You rest first, I will teach Luo Xiaozi how to practice the fifth form of Peeping God."

"Mastering the fifth form, you can also practice your unique shooting skills with twice the result with half the effort."

The old man with a broken arm reluctantly moved away, but always stayed nearby.

He looked at Luo Fanchen with feverish eyes, as if he were looking at an uncut, peerless jade.

"Boy Luo, do you want to take a rest?"

Luo Fanchen shook his head: "Time waits not for us, the World Championship will start in fifteen days."

Seeing that Luo Fanchen was both talented and diligent, all the disabled old men nodded with admiration in their eyes.

"Shh!"

A transparent white magical eyeball condensed on Dacan's chest. The wheel turned and was full of aura. Luo Fanchen observed curiously and then heard Dacan say:

"If you practice for another twenty or thirty years, you can still develop this kind of mind."

"Concentrate!"

"Shh-"

A divine light shot out from his mind's eye and penetrated into Luo Fanchen's silver-lined sky pupils between his brows. The mysterious and complicated information about the fifth form was quickly received.

"You kid, please digest it slowly first. It took me two and a half years of hard work to master this skill at my original soul emperor level. No matter how talented you kid is, it will still take ten and a half months."

The old man with a broken arm became anxious, rushed over and cursed: "You are a despicable old man."

"It only takes a total of ten days to learn this crap from you."

"It's all about your stunts in the World Championships? I don't have time to learn my gun skills!"

The blind man coughed: "Ahem, am I that kind of person?"

"The skills of gunmanship cannot be mastered overnight. It needs to be practiced slowly, so don't rush."

The soul power of the old man with a broken arm sealed his ears and breathed out fragrance:

"I'll beat you to the wall!"

The old blind man whistled and turned a deaf ear, asking the cripple with a bitter face for a drink.

"boom!"

Luo Fanchen, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

The light and darkness in the sky between the eyebrows alternate, and countless runes are gathered and reorganized, making them shine brilliantly.

Finally, a complicated and special talisman was condensed, making people look dizzy.

"???"

The old blind man was frightened and shook his head suddenly, "Fuck, you can't, right?"

"Blind man, didn't you say that in two and a half years, this kid learned it so quickly?"

"Probably...probably...it can't be so fast. This is a secret skill, and it's not a farmer's rice-planting technique. How can it be so easy to learn??"

The beggar and the cripple looked surprised. The old man with a broken arm stopped outputting and looked over with surprise and curiosity...