evil jihad

The projectile smashed the energy arrow into two parts, and at the same time, it was resisted and deviated from the original direction. The missile that was close at hand instantly stirred up blood, and the clothes on Wang Man's shoulder blades turned red.

This is the Magic Bullet!Cast by a fourth-level spiritual archer, it is the embodiment of the so-called concentration of speed and strength; it is not ashamed to be defeated by the fast kinetic energy pulse of magic energy.

This injury was nothing to Wang Man, but the shock it brought to his heart was extremely throbbing. The short-term paralysis of his left shoulder missed the golden opportunity for pursuit; I had no choice but to return to the ground in embarrassment.

"The master of the Spiritual Arrow Hall...it's strange." Looking at the injury, Wang Man murmured to himself about Jackson's origin!

It was not too early to return to the Houshan warehouse, and the old man saw Wang Man's injury at a glance.

"Boy, how did you get hurt?" The old man walked up quickly, staring at the wound with deep eyes, and then said: "Thunderbolt gun."

Wang Man was taken aback for a moment, he had indeed heard this name before in the previous fight, it was said by the mysterious man who escaped.

"Senior, how do you know?" Wang Man asked in surprise.

The old man seemed to be healed, thought for a moment and changed the subject with a smile, just stretched out his hand and pointed at the shoulder blade, without cutting his breath, the injury has healed, and there is no incomplete place to be seen.

"Senior, just now someone was sneaking around in the woods behind. I went up to ask him, and I was injured like this. I suspect that he is a student of Spirit Arrow Hall; it's just that I have never met."

"Boy, you can't guess without seeing the real face, let alone slander him easily. You can't determine his identity with a thunderbolt gun. You need to know that high-level magicians can illusory attack forms."

Wang Man didn't know the meaning behind what the old man said, and after listening to it, he felt quite reasonable. Looking back, there was no mysterious person who would resort to moves in a grand manner and wait for his identity to be revealed; perhaps he was misleading himself.

"The disciple is wrong."

The old man stroked his unshaven beard, and said with a relaxed expression: "Okay, okay, pack up your things and go back."

go back?Well, the day after tomorrow is the Martial Arts Competition, so it's time to go back and get ready.

"Disciple, go back and pack your luggage. By the way, senior, won't you participate?"

"Haha, but I don't want to participate in the games of some young shrimp soldiers; just go."

For some reason, Wang Man felt that the old man was too powerful at this moment, even so powerful that he had to live alone in the back mountain.

Wang Man walked a few steps and looked back at the old man. It happened that the old man was also looking at him with a complicated expression. In an instant, the old man's face became more serious, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Go."

Wang Man walked away sullenly, feeling like an overturned five-flavored bottle in his heart, no matter what he didn't think he was a righteous hero; the behavior of the old man looked exactly the same as that of his mother Ji when he left Arenas.

Unwilling, he continued to walk and walked to the warehouse hall; suddenly the old man behind him said, "Boy, maybe you..."

Wang Man turned around and turned back quickly, and shouted from a distance of more than ten meters: "Senior's kindness, the disciple can't repay, please allow the disciple to respectfully call the senior uncle; accept the disciple's teacher's gift again."

The old man was dumbfounded when he heard the sound, and the joy at the corners of his face suddenly withdrew. He stepped forward and stood in front of Wang Man, and he was even more overjoyed. After so many years, someone finally admitted the existence of his master's identity. Although he was a young man who didn't understand anything, But it is enough to comfort the old man's rough and long life.

Wang Man also felt guilty. He turned around and interrupted the old man's words. It wasn't rude. Perhaps the old and the young in the deep mountain had analyzed each other's inner thoughts, or maybe the old man's words just now had a hidden meaning.

Generally speaking, Wang Man, as a junior, did this to avoid the old man's embarrassment; after kneeling down and performing the complicated and rigorous teacher's ceremony, everyone was happy.

Wang Man happily went back to pack his bags, while the old man sat outside the door alone, full of thoughts.

Back in the day, the title of doctor was famous in China, he brought back the dead and returned to life with his skillful hands, and the core trial potion was powerful, and he spent his whole life seeking medical treatment; now he is a dying body, the student's reputation has no chance to flourish before, and there is no succession of the magical arcane skill , I hate God even more for refusing people who have a heart.If it wasn't for the student poisoning incident a hundred years ago, why would the old man be here!If no one in the world is complacent, what is the use of the highest and strongest potion?Everything in the world has a negative effect, and I only hate greedy people for destroying another unique skill of Shenzhou.

"Hey..." The old man lowered his head and sighed, unable to bear the remarkable contribution he made in the history of medicine, and even more reluctant to let go of this great achievement with him.

That night, Wang Man fell asleep in high spirits, and did not see the old man under the old tree outside the door, who was eloquent and skillful with his brush; on the stone steps, there was a brilliant "Picture of Beauty", with an ancient poem written on the narration; In the end, the old man closed the drawing paper, and slumped under the old tree and vine; he looked up at the sky, silently...

The next day, Wang Man got up and was no longer in the old man's trace; when he walked outside, he was immediately attracted by the bright brocade.

Looking around, he couldn't help but greet the old man loudly, but the only response to him was the rustling leaves of the trees and the noise of the silent land.

Open the brocade silk, and there is an exquisite picture of beauties unrivaled in the world. The three women in the drawing are flattering and slim, sometimes they are beautiful, sometimes they are glamorous, sometimes they are simple and unpretentious, and sometimes they are like lotus flowers; A kind of non-human fireworks meaning.

Wang Man didn't understand the implication, and he had no time to appreciate the beauties in the painting. He just saw four ancient poems, but he didn't know what was written on them. The characters were crooked and moved according to his heart. The changes continued, and finally became faster and faster. The light in it was soft, and Wang Man suddenly closed his eyes tightly, tears streaming down his face.

This is ancient French, people with low intelligence can't see the clues at all, but it seems that the font on it is not made recently, but a letter wrapped in brocade silk, the words are simple and shocking; it looks like it came from an old man handwriting.

Wang Man carefully opened the letter paper. This is the old man's true thoughts and arrangements:

"Young man, when you read this letter, you will never see the old man again; the way of heaven is impermanent, and good fortune tricks people; In future generations, since you have also worshiped this old man as a teacher, it is even more gratifying and congratulatory. I have no regrets for a person like you who is neither greedy nor impetuous to control the vitality of the world! To tell the truth, the old man envies the freedom of young people. But the reincarnation of the heavenly way should be a face-to-face self-examination. Boy, you can take a good look at that "Picture of Beauty", which contains the old man's life-long painstaking efforts, the right medicine, the creation of the world and the salvation of people. Everything is in it, so keep it safe. The potion warehouse in the secret room of the bunker, you will be able to open the energy lock of the old man when you understand it, it is a treasure and a bane, don’t let others steal it, remember, remember! ——Meng Duo”

After reading this letter, Wang Man felt extremely sad, he had never met before, did he say he was lucky or the old man was destined?Although he didn't know the old man's background before, now he only left one name; Mengduo, this name has become Wang Man's life enlightenment teacher who is second only to Rodman in his heart!

Aside from the mixed emotions, Wang Man still couldn't see anything strange about this picture. It was clearly a picture. Where was the alchemy that Uncle Mengduo said was hidden?

The gray machine in the sky weaves a delicate airspace, the dreamy old man has no whereabouts, there is no fun here, out of respect for his predecessors, Wang Man left the package, and ran back and forth between the deep well and the compound.

It was getting late, and there were only two days left before the Martial Arts Conference; until the warehouse was locked and the water tank was overflowing, the simple and honest young people in the back mountains started on the road!

As for the timing, the students of the Holy Martial Hall are undoubtedly the most accurate; this time, the conference carries the self-esteem and personality of the entire Saint Martial Hall disciples.

As early as four years ago at the fellowship party, they had sworn oaths to each other, and the students in the hall were gearing up to win the championship with a blockbuster.

In Lingyun Pavilion, Haotian is mobilizing. This year's Shengwu Hall can be said to be full of talents; there are already three third-tier martial artists, and the battle between third-tier martial artists and fourth-tier spiritual masters has a [-]-[-] chance of winning; it can be said that such The opportunity was given by the Holy Martial Hall after eight years of waiting. Of course, the price was that other schools had an extra first-tier student.

After the speech, Haotian clapped his hands to cheer up the students.

Nasus below had a sad face, saying that Wang Man will come, it's not too early!

Haotian said solemnly: "Children, there will be two more morning bells, and it will be the martial arts performance meeting that everyone is looking forward to; it's time to prove your strength to the academy after years of hard training; our preliminary quota in the hall is determined to be five, Li Qing , Nasus, and Katzik are the top three, and the remaining two are voted by everyone."

Speaking of voting, the following immediately fell into a burst of intensive whispers, everyone, look at me, I look at you, everyone wants to get this chance to get ahead, but how worried they don't want to recommend themselves is ruined in Enshi's heart impression.

For a while, no one said a word, and they knew each other but kept secrets. After a long time, the remaining two people were not selected.

Everyone was frowning, and Haotian couldn't make a decision!It can be said that apart from those three people, there is no third-tier martial artist. Haotian knows that the pressure of the martial arts competition is different from ordinary competitions. All contestants will not hold back for the sake of glory and future. Haotian, who knows the distribution well, will not let students with poor strength be the cornerstone of others' progress; this is the Martial Arts Competition, an event where every master will be heartbroken!

Seeing the Whispering Whispers below and unable to choose, Haotian waved his hands and left indignantly.

The departure of the teacher meant that the election had come to an end, and the students were in a state of panic, looking at each other for a long time before breaking up.