Time Traveling: A Perfect Match

"Uncle Zhao!" Wei Lin clasped his fists and said respectfully.

"Wei Lin, come on!" Zhang Meng has been wanting to see Uncle Zhao's unique move for a long time, but Uncle Zhao has been hiding it all the time. How could he let go of this great opportunity today, so as soon as the training was over, he also ran over up.

"Then let's get started! Wei Lin, watch it!"

Old Uncle Zhao backed away, and Wei Lin saw the shiny silver gun stuck on the ground behind Old Uncle Zhao. It seemed that Old Uncle Zhao often wiped it.

Since Wei Lin only needed to catch the last move, old man Zhao danced a few preparatory moves first, and then directly used the last move to ride the waves.

"Wei Lin, it's done!"

I saw the silver spear piercing the wind and piercing towards Wei Lin. Uncle Zhao stepped on the end of the silver spear with light work. When he was about to get close to Wei Lin, old man Zhao suddenly spun around, put one hand on the ground, and kicked him hard. With a kick at the end of the silver gun, the speed and strength of the silver gun instantly increased.

Wei Lin had already set up his horse stance, and the center of gravity of his whole body sank so that his body could maintain the maximum balance. Wei Lin watched the silver spear coming straight at him, and stretched out his right hand slightly sideways to grab the barrel of the gun.

"Catch it!" Wei Lin felt happy for a while, but before Wei Lin was happy, the silver gun flew out of Wei Lin's hand, and Wei Lin's right hand trembled slightly. He almost lost consciousness in his hand, Wei Lin immediately stretched out his left hand and grabbed the tail end of the silver spear, then jumped up and turned over, jumping directly in front of the silver spear, and the silver spear pierced into Wei Lin's shoulder.

"Wei Lin!"

Uncle Zhao was the first to react, quickly supported Wei Lin's body, and made him sit on the ground slowly. Fortunately, Uncle Zhao didn't use all his strength, and the silver gun was slowed down by Wei Lin, so it penetrated smoothly. Not too deep, old man Zhao pulled out his silver gun, applied the golden sore medicine he carried with him on Wei Lin, tore off his hem and bandaged it up for Wei Lin. "Why are you so stupid, if you can't catch it, you can't catch it! You don't need to use your body to block it! If you insert it somewhere else, your life will be gone!"

Zhang Meng finally came to his senses and ran over to help Wei Lin, but he didn't expect Wei Lin to catch the silver spear in such a way.

"I'm fine, old man Zhao, do I catch your silver gun like this?"

"You're still the first to catch my gun in this way, but you've caught it! Come on, let me see your hand."

Wei Lin stretched out his right hand slowly. When he grabbed the silver gun just now, he felt his right hand was numb from the shock, and the palm of his hand was burning hot. At this moment, he realized that his right hand was already covered with blood. The skin on the palm was worn out.

"Sigh~"

"Do you know it hurts now?" Uncle Zhao said angrily.

Wei Lin smiled and said nothing. He didn't feel any pain just now, but now it hurts all the way to his heart, which is more painful than the shoulder injury.

"Zhang Meng, carry Wei Lin back and ask him for two days off."

"Brother Zhang, I'm fine. I can continue training tomorrow."

"You don't want to die? Zhang Meng, listen to the old man's words and ask him for two days off. Boy, old man, I'm still waiting for you to recover from your injury and accept you as an apprentice. You don't care about these two days for training. You have to take care of me. Alright! Don't try your best to toss your life away."

"Wei Lin pays homage to Master".

Wei Lin reacted quickly. Uncle Zhao agreed to be his master, and he was about to kneel down to pay homage to Uncle Zhao.

"Okay, okay, you go back first! Wait until the injury is healed before you kneel down properly, maybe you are still afraid that I will run away."

"Yes, Master!"