socalfunplaces Chapter 665
Chapter 665
"Shua——"
"Good wine!"
The blind man drank the wine happily, wetting his white beard.
The old man with a broken arm beside him said in amazement:
"I didn't expect you to be able to turn things around and come back alive!"
"Lucky, lucky!"
Luo Fanchen said modestly: "Do you all know what happened that day?"
The disabled old men drank in silence, and Tongtong, who was chewing cakes next to them, smiled happily: "Grandpas are concerned about Brother Luo. Half a year ago, they took turns to go out to investigate your whereabouts."
The lame man denied it: "Who said that? Whether he lives or dies, what does it have to do with grandpa?"
The old man with a broken arm who had been gloomy for half a year laughed heartily: "Come on, have a drink."
"You really made me, an old man, proud, and made us Jietiandao proud, I heard that she crushed the little girl from the Shenxiao Sect. "
Luo Fanchen said honestly: "I am stupid, you taught me well."
"Hahaha."
The old man with the broken arm laughed even more happily: "You, you are really good to me. With you as the successor to inherit the Jietian Spear Technique, I can die with a smile on my face even if I die on the spot."
"Tsk, what do you mean by your successor? Is my Peeping Heaven Divine Refining made of mud?"
The old blind man said with a beaming face: "I heard that you copied the skills at that time, which disgusted the group of geniuses in the World Championship, hahaha."
"What the senior said is very true."
Luo Fanchen bowed his hands and respectfully performed the etiquette of the junior.
The old seniors stayed here for some reason and taught him the secret skills that the major sects regarded as treasures without asking for anything in return. How could he not be grateful?
"Stinky beggar, why are your eyes red? Are you going to pee?"
The old blind man teased the beggar and stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth.
The old beggar's wrinkled face twitched, and he didn't say anything, but his dim eyes kept looking at Luo Fanchen, with indescribable complex emotions.
He lost,
he lost miserably,
but Luo Fanchen, who learned the Canglong fighting skills, won a great victory, suppressing the major empires and even crushing the son of the temple, which was enough to make him proud.
He was unlucky all his life, so he couldn't help but feel touched.
Recalling the precautions he had when he first met Luo Fanchen that day, he sighed.
Fortunately,
Fortunately, he didn't miss this unparalleled good seedling in the end.
"Chao!"
"Look how proud you are."
The lame man drank the wine in big gulps, his eyes red, not wanting to cry, but jealous.
What he said that day was too absolute and too pretentious.
He regretted it now.
It is impossible to beg others to learn his unique skills without dignity, right?
How shameless!
I will never do such a shameless thing even if I die!
The old blind man poked the lame man with smugness: "Are you envious? If you are envious, just say it out loud!"
"Tsk."
"What is there to envy? This kid's martial spirit has nothing to do with flying birds."
The deaf man who had been silent all this time said: "Your heart tells me that you are lying."
The lame man's forced laughter froze.
Luo Fanchen smoothed things over, frowning and asking, "Seniors, since you already know what happened in the World Championship, what do you think of the Blood Demon Cult and the Weird Evil God?"
The air seemed to be quiet for a moment,
Then the old blind man shook his head and said, "What can we think? We are a group of old, weak and sick people who cannot leave the village. It is not easy to hide here and survive. We can't care about the outside world."
The old man with a broken arm also sighed, "Yes, let the outsiders deal with the outside world."
The lame man shook his head, "Don't talk about this, don't talk about this. It's not happy."
Luo Fanchen was suspicious and didn't understand why the old men were so indifferent.
But if you don't know the suffering of others, don't make things difficult for them, and ask fewer questions.
It is true that the old disabled are very weak, but until he is now a Soul Emperor, he can't see the realm of the old disabled, only the tragic old age.
Luo Fanchen felt more and more mysterious.
Strange,
What kind of existence were those disabled old men in the past, and who could have the ability to beat them so badly?
Why are they willing to stay here, poor and destitute as village guards?
Luo Fanchen couldn't help but look back at the ink-colored dry well with dense chains wrapped around it.
"Boy, drink and eat well, don't worry about other things."
The old blind man kindly advised: "I know you are lucky and have special means. You are not dead in this situation, so there must be opportunities. It's just that the old men don't ask about you, and you don't ask about us. Stay away from this well."
Luo Fanchen's heart moved,
If the mystery of this ink well is figured out, wouldn't it be clear why the disabled old men stayed here?
Forget it,
Listen to others' advice, eat a full meal, don't make trouble, the seniors won't hurt me.
"Luo boy, have you found me?What is the secret behind the magical object I gave you? "
Luo Fanchen looked at the old beggar and found that his eyes were full of longing and hope.
He spent most of his life looking for the secret of the golden round bone, but in the end he found nothing and regretted it for almost his whole life.
"Yes."
Luo Fanchen nodded.
Seeing Luo Fanchen's affirmative answer, the old beggar's body shook: "Finally!"
"Finally there is an answer!"
"I am not greedy for treasures, you deserve them. If you can tell me what the secret is, I will be satisfied. "
Luo Fanchen did not point out the Golden Dragon King, but replaced it with an unknown being in distress. He released this thing in order to cultivate a genius as the object of possession. As a result, the unknown being in distress lost himself in the fight against the strange evil god, and forgot to summon the owner of the dragon ball to possess his body.
After hearing this, the old beggar was so happy that he became abnormal and motionless.
He muttered to himself:
"The great opportunity I have thought of for countless years turned out to be a trap."
"I have always complained about the unfairness of fate, thinking that if I could find this great opportunity and have enough strength, the tragedy that happened in the past would not happen."
"It turns out... not finding it is the real good luck."
The old beggar suddenly remembered a sentence that Luo Fanchen once mentioned casually.
Never beautify the road we have never walked.
Maybe now is the best arrangement of fate.
At least,
that road is a dead end.
Now this road, no matter how miserable it is, he is still alive and has met Luo Fanchen.
"Hahahaha. "
The old beggar suddenly laughed, a little crazy, with loss and relief, and it took a long time to calm down. Although there was still an indescribable loneliness, sadness and hatred in his eyes, he undoubtedly untied a knot in his heart.
"Luo kid, I really want to thank you!"
Luo Fanchen saw the old beggar so dejected, and sighed in his heart. He was not in a good mood. He secretly said that he must cherish the present and grasp his own destiny.
"Senior is exaggerating. The boy is not strong now, but if he learns well in the future, he will definitely cut off the head of the Canglong dog and end your past. "
The old beggar shook his head and warned: "No, you have to stay away from the old Canglong dog."
"That old guy, without you, is not as simple as others think."
After the old beggar said that, he was rare and gentle: "You kid used that kind of means, it is a miracle not to die. It is not easy to survive these six months."
"Brother Luo. "
Suddenly, Tongtong felt that the fragrant and soft cake in her hand was not fragrant anymore.
Luo Fanchen waved his hand: "It's okay, I just slept for half a year, nothing serious."
The disabled old men twitched, look at you kid pretending.
The cripple couldn't help but said: "It's a pity, he delayed half a year of practice. Before the age of 25, it is the best age for soul masters to improve their cultivation the fastest."
The blind man reminded: "Ahem, old cripple, have you forgotten that he is only seventeen."
The cripple's face froze and he was embarrassed.
He was just angry at this kid pretending to be cool, so he said it when he was unhappy.
The old man with a broken arm said in amazement: "I heard that you kid practiced to level 50 in the world competition. ”
“A seventeen-year-old soul king is incredible…”
Seeing Luo Fanchen holding back, hesitating to speak, the old man with the broken arm trembled, the old blind man and the disabled beggars also became nervous and asked worriedly:
“You kid…”
“You won’t suffer a backlash and be demoted, right?”
After that, the old blind man hurriedly comforted him: “It doesn’t matter if you are demoted, we are still young, we can practice again.”
The lame man wanted to slap himself in the face, I really deserved to die just now.
Why are you so venomous, this is a good boy who has saved countless people.
He said dryly: “Even if you are demoted to the soul sect, you are still invincible at the age of seventeen.”
“Ahem.”
Seeing the concerned eyes, Luo Fanchen felt embarrassed.
After all, before coming here,
he deliberately used the silver mask to hide his cultivation.
Unlock the hidden restrictions,
“Boom! "
The strong aura of the Soul Emperor who broke through the limit burst out...