socalfunplaces Chapter 448
Chapter 448
"Hmm?"
The old blind man said confidently: "This green lotus definitely didn't have this stem before!!"
Several old seniors were shocked,
No way?
This kid's beast spirit and spiritual pupil have evolved, this plant spirit can also evolve?
A group of old guys stared at Luo Fanchen who looked calm, and the lame man couldn't help twitching his mouth, urging: "You kid, say something!"
Luo Fanchen sighed and looked at the old man with broken arms: "Junior is taking care of the old man's mood."
"I am disabled, not dead, what is there to take care of?"
The old man with broken arms shook his head. He was a proud old man. He was shocked by Luo Fanchen's talent in his heart, but his mouth was still as hard as iron.
"I have seen all kinds of storms in my life. You can perform as you please. I will lose if you are excited. A mere plant martial spirit can't scare me even a hair even if it evolves!"
Luo Fanchen nodded and said humbly:
"Senior, what you said makes sense. You are teaching me a lesson! Then I will show you how ugly you are."
As Luo Fanchen urged the rhizome of the green lotus, the old man with the broken arm hesitated.
Why do I feel like something is wrong?
Why does the breath emitted by the rhizome of the green lotus feel familiar?
"Buzz——"
The verdant rhizome separated from the green lotus, vibrated and hummed, and emitted a dark killing light.
The dark killing light suddenly became stronger and spread out. A shocking gunshot sounded from the strong light, and a black light column rose to the sky, like an abyss or a prison.
"I..."
"What the hell???"
The old man with the broken arm was the first to react. His facial features trembled violently. He opened his mouth wide to reveal a mouthful of yellowed broken teeth, and his heart was trembling.
The blind man was stunned, his lips moving: "This...this..."
The lame man was shocked, his eyes trembling violently.
The old beggar and the deaf old man were all staring at the black strong light.
"Boom!"
The black killing light column that connected the sky and the earth suddenly converged, revealing Luo Fanchen inside, holding a black magic gun with rolling evil spirits. The texture of the fierce beasts was cold, and the scarlet blood stain on the tip of the gun was chilling.
Luo Fanchen carried the gun behind his back with one hand,
with a solemn expression, and a shake of his wrist, the light of the God-killing Gun was revealed, and the evil spirit was wanton.
"What the hell?"
"What the hell!!!!"
The old man with a broken arm who had just sat back by the well in a cool and arrogant manner, rushed to Luo Fanchen in the blink of an eye, staring at the Nine Heavens God-killing Spear, his eyes staring, full of unbelievable red bloodshot, and screaming wildly.
"That person turned out to be you?"
"This..."
"This is impossible!!"
"How is it possible? Whose plant-based Qinglian martial spirit can transform into a spear?"
The old blind man's face twitched and his fingers trembled: "You kid call this a show of embarrassment?"
"What a show of embarrassment."
The lame man swallowed his saliva: "I think this kid thinks we have lived too long, and he wants to scare us to death?"
The silent and uninvolved old man Wu Erluo stood straight at this moment, like a watcher in the wheat field, staring at Luo Fanchen.
The old beggar's heart was like a drum, setting off a storm.
"This... what kind of talent is this?"
The old man with the broken arm couldn't believe this fact, and the other disabled old men were also in shock. Suddenly, a special noise was heard in Jixiang Village.
"Gulp, gulp--"
The black well in the center of the village was swirling with dense chains, and black and sticky ink was gushing outward. The dark red light with strange murderous aura spread outward.
"Not good!"
The disabled old men suddenly woke up and all flashed to the side of the well to stop it. The deaf old man shouted: "Luo boy, quickly restrain the breath of your martial soul!!"
"What the hell is down there?"
Luo Fanchen was startled, and the evil spirit emitted by the Jiuxiao Killing God Spear was immediately restrained.
The special ink-colored juice
made him feel a strong discomfort and nausea in the depths of his soul.
Without the traction of the evil spirit, the strange and violent ink well was suppressed by the four disabled old men.
"Huh--"
The disabled old men breathed a sigh of relief, and when they looked back at Luo Fanchen, it was like seeing a ghost.
If he still had doubts and didn't dare to confirm before, now he in the well has changed his mind and determined that what Luo Fanchen took out was the spear martial soul they felt before.
"What level is this kid's spear martial soul!"
The lame man's scalp numbed: "How can the status of a mortal resonate with him?"
The old blind man was shocked and could not calm down: "Three spiritual pupils, a beast martial soul that evolved against the sky, and now there is this weapon martial soul spear. Does this kid want to cultivate three souls together and suppress all soul masters in the world in the future?"
"It's this breath!"
"Yes, it's this spear breath!!!"
The old man with a broken arm shouted in ecstasy, his eyes bulged out and were about to jump out of his eye sockets, and he was so angry that he was about to burst out of his eye sockets.It was scary, with disheveled hair, rushing to Luo Fanchen like crazy.
"Hahaha."
The broken-armed old man laughed continuously,
I searched for him among the crowd for thousands of times, and when I turned around, the man was actually behind me! !
He stretched his face close to the Nine Heavens God-killing Spear, wanting to get a closer look.
"Swoosh--"
The eyes suddenly became empty, the God-killing Spear disappeared, and was collected by Luo Fanchen.
The broken-armed old man's ecstatic expression froze, his eyes were dazed and lifeless.
As if his beloved thing was taken away in an instant, he raised his head stiffly and looked at Luo Fanchen.
He was anxious, he was anxious: "Hey, don't rush to collect it, kid!!!"
Luo Fanchen shook his head and sighed aggrievedly: "It's just a plant martial spirit, it will only be like this after evolution, don't pollute the eyes of the senior."
As soon as these words came out, the disabled old men seemed to remember something, and their expressions suddenly became subtle.
The old blind man crossed his arms and smiled obscenely: "Tsk tsk, there's something interesting to watch."
The lame man sneered and said disdainfully: "Don't just watch the show. You forgot that you said that the owner of this gun must be an evil demon. Who would accept such a person as a disciple?"
The old blind man's heart trembled, and he snorted coldly: "Don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors."
"I didn't say such a thing. I warn you, old lame man, not to slander me!"
The face of the old man with a broken arm twitched fiercely.
His mouth opened wide, his throat was dry, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
I almost cried out loud. Isn't this just shooting myself in the foot?
I could have easily accepted a disciple, but he was so pretentious. What should I do now?
"Little friend Luo! Little ancestor Luo!!"
The old man with a broken arm smiled flatteringly and approached him in a friendly and flattering manner.
Luo Fanchen took a step back and stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't worry, please respect yourself, senior!"
The old man with the broken arm smiled awkwardly and explained: "That... misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding!!"
"Little ancestor Luo, let's talk it out."
The old blind man smiled slightly: "Old brother, I understand you, please beg me, I will help you persuade him."
The old man with the broken arm immediately sent a pitiful look of pleading and regret.
The old blind man nodded, and his mental power surged, forming a three-dimensional mental projection in the air.
"Tsk tsk, you kid is also a world-class genius, but it's a pity that you are not my dish!"
"The gun genius I'm talking about is someone else, what does it have to do with you kid?"
The old man with the broken arm shook his head: "Don't tell me that you can give birth to another gun martial spirit, you're thinking too much."
"Puff——"
First, the blind girl couldn't help laughing, and the lame man couldn't hold it anymore.
The old beggar cried: Guess why I'm not laughing?
Some people were laughing at the joke, while others were looking in the mirror.
The projection was still playing in a loop, and the old man with the broken arm was dumbfounded, scratching the sole of his shoe with his embarrassed toes.
"Old blind man!"
"You want 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 looked back and saw Luo Fanchen's handsome face, which was as handsome as a reader, he felt ashamed and wanted to hide in the ground.
The air suddenly fell into silence, and the atmosphere was awkward and subtle to the extreme...