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

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

After seeing a genius like Luo Fanchen who is extremely talented and willing to work hard, there is no room in his heart for other people, they are just rouge fans.

hemp!

I'm sorry, I missed it, I missed it! !

When the beggar is extremely upset,

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed Luo Fanchen walking towards him. His expression froze, his heart began to beat rapidly, and he was secretly ecstatic, he was here! !

This kid is here for me!

Aha,

Help me up, I'm not cold yet, hahaha.

Has this kid figured it out and finally wants to learn from me?

The old beggar swore that he really stopped pretending this time.

Just set up some charts,

No!

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

Then... just show off a little bit and keep a little face.

It's impolite to talk while standing.

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

"Senior, your jade pendant will be returned as scheduled."

The old beggar's thoughts were messy, and he was nervously considering his words. He didn't even hear clearly what Luo Fanchen said, and blurted out: "You said you want to become a disciple. I have to think about it carefully. Uh... I won't think about it anymore, okay!"

"This……"

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

What I fear most is 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 mocking expressions.

"You old boy, you've gone crazy missing your apprentice."

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

Oh, blanch!

What nonsense did I say just now?

There is no guarantee for the late festival...

Embarrassingly digging your toes into the ground,

Oh, I have no toes, that's okay.

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 in a conservative and low-key manner: "Although the boy is lucky enough to enter the imperial palace, time is tight and there is nothing he can do in the future."

The old beggar sighed, with a flash of complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Yes, the Imperial Palace is heavily guarded. Compared to the powerful ones in the Imperial Palace, you are still young and weak after all. Where can you go? Don't be discouraged."

Loneliness and bitterness flashed in the old beggar's eyes,

Ye Aotian, who was once famous all over the world, is nothing more than a sloppy beggar.

"You kid, just accept this jade pendant. I am living here like a reptile, and it may be useless to keep it."

Luo Fanchen could tell that this jade pendant had a story and shook his head in refusal:

"A gentleman does not steal what others love."

The old beggar suddenly glared angrily: "Are you a gentleman who is riding a horse?"

"Don't think I didn't see you hugging you in Qianlong City!"

"Bleach!! Scumbag!!!"

The corner of Luo Fanchen's mouth twitched, why did he suddenly become ill?

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

It's hard to reject the kindness, put away the broken jade pendant,

The old man with the broken arm was like an old wolf who saw the fragrant bacon and quickly surrounded him.

"Ancestor Luo, I am the Seventh Form of Jie Tian, ​​which is the number one secret art of shooting in the mainland. Let's practice it now."

Luo Fanchen asked: "Senior, aren't the Shenxiao Sect's Seven Forms of Shenxiao the strongest in the world?"

The old man with a broken arm sneered again and again: "Shenxiao Sect? This sect only rose to prominence three thousand years ago. Before that, no one in the world knew the prestige of the Seven Styles of Jie Tian."

Three thousand years ago?

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

How old are the old men in the nursing home, except Ye Aotian? ?

"Um...you live a long life this year."

The old man with a broken arm shook his head: "The cold has come and the summer has come, I stayed here withered, I can't remember."

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

Was he just showing off to these old monsters before?

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

He thought of King Tianwu's weird human skin again and shuddered.

But compared to asking the old beggar who doesn't know the meaning, he trusts the female pope who cares about the world more.

"Little ancestor, concentrate!"

"My gun skills are not like those of a blind man."

"The quality of your pupils is extraordinary, and you are born with divine power, so you can quickly practice his Heaven-Seeing Divine Refining, but there is no shortcut to the path of the gun."

"No effort, no gain."

"Before you can practice stunts, you need to learn and master all the basic skills of spear art, stab one hundred thousand or one million spears, and develop muscle memory."

The old man with a broken arm looked solemn, like a pilgrim: "This path cannot be achieved quickly, you must be mentally prepared."

The old beggar cursed and said: "You old man, how can you die if you don't pull me and step on me?"

However, he smiled and reminded Luo Fanchen: "Boy, this old guy has a bad mouth, and he still has a few shots. Listen to him and you are right."

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

After Luo Fanchen watched carefully, he called out the God-killing Spear: "Senior, let's start."

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

"Even if there is even a slight difference in the details of the posture of drawing a gun, the movement of soul power, the exertion of every inch of muscle, and the angle of every joint, it would be a thousand miles away."

"Sit down and rest."

Luo Fanchen held the gun in one hand, and the Nine Heavens Killing Divine Spear made a clanging sound.

The feet spin, the wrists flip, the gun comes out like a thunderous roar,

"Block, take, prick, stab, tie, wrap, circle, pounce, point, plucking, dance!"

The old man with a broken arm stood there, feeling a little unhappy. He felt that Luo Fanchen didn't take the basics seriously, so he must find out his shortcomings and beat him.

result……

Others are numb.

At first, during the first play, Luo Fanchen's movements were a bit unfamiliar and he was obviously trying to control his limbs.

But the second time, it became much smoother.

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

By the fourth time, Luo Fanchen had picked up the seventy-two basic marksmanship skills at random, as if he had practiced them thousands of times and knew them thoroughly.

The old man with a broken arm had been holding back his words of instruction for a long time, but he was speechless and couldn't say a word.

"call--"

Luo Fanchen blew out white smoke from his mouth, put his spear behind him, and bowed slowly: "This kid is new to this, so there are many things he is stupid about. Please don't worry about it, just give him strict advice."

"Stupid?"

"Advice???"

The old man with a broken arm moved his mouth, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

There's something wrong with this kid's body.

Does every cell have the ability to remember photographs?

Can you never forget an action you did once?

Brother Tongzi who is diving: I know my brain, but not my hands? Is that called photographic memory, which goes against the heavenly understanding?

The lame man and others next to him looked at each other.

You can all see the shock in the other person's eyes, as well as the two black holes in the blind man's eyes.

After the old man with a broken arm was surprised, his face showed unspeakable joy.

"Okay, let's fast forward to the Seventh Form of Jie Tian!"

"I don't believe it. I have a skill that has been refined over time and can turn complex things into simple skills. You, too, are capable of mastering it so quickly."

One old and one young,

The old man with a broken arm was teaching patiently, Luo Fanchen was studying seriously, and the old blind man and the deaf man were sitting on the ground in the distance, covered with starlight in the courtyard, taking advantage of the afterimage of the gun path, raising the altar to drink wine.

The blind girl Tongtong stayed shut and hid in the thatched house.

With the wine in his throat, the lame man felt a bad taste in his mouth as he looked at Luo Fanchen, who had become someone else's heir.

The old beggar had no intention of drinking anymore. He looked melancholy, biting his chapped lips and 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...