N-A-A Chapter 966
Chapter 966
When Luo Fanchen looked at the blind girl lovingly,
Marshal Xiong's eyes were dull,
because he had just tried to use his mental power to explore Tongtong's eyes,
just approaching the beautiful pupils, his sixth sense gave a crazy warning.
Warning him not to do this.
Otherwise, he would probably die on the spot.
Thinking of the barrier at the entrance of the village, Marshal Xiong withdrew his mental power from his heart, and suddenly doubted his life.
Can any little girl around the master make this Marshal feel the breath of danger?
How is this possible!
He didn't dare to try to explore deeper, fearing that he would die if he tried.
In the center of the village, the weeds were overgrown, and the lame old man, the broken-armed old man, the deaf old man, and the old blind man all sat cross-legged around the chained ink well.
On the thatched roof not far away, the old beggar lay flat on the sun.
"Grandpas, Brother Luo is back!"
Tongtong saw that the old people had no reaction and were not excited at all. She pursed her cherry lips angrily and complained for her brother.
The lame man who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed opened his eyelids and rolled his eyes and said, "Grandpas are not blind. He came back just like that. Look at you, you are a money-loser!"
The old man with a big disability sneered, "Heh, have you forgotten how blind I am?"
Luo Fanchen looked at the two old men bickering and felt inexplicably kind.
In this chaotic world, this place can be regarded as a paradise, except for the crisis hidden in Mojing.
Tongtong pursed her lips: "Grandpa, Brother Luo is back, why don't you pay attention to him!"
Luo Fanchen smiled secretly,
The more you care about me, the more jealous they are, and the less they want to pay attention to me.
Besides, the demeanor of a senior master should always be there.
Marshal Xiong was a little unhappy and muttered to himself.
I thought there was some big shot hidden here,
How dare a few guys, with missing arms and legs, ignore this master?
If he wasn't afraid of scaring these old men to death, Marshal Xiong would have shown his true form to show off to Luo Fanchen.
Luo Fanchen bowed and stepped forward, respectfully saluting the five disabled elders.
"After two months of absence, Fanchen greets all the seniors."
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Vars of fine wine, sashimi from the Deep Sea King's Court, and seafood delicacies were taken out by Luo Fanchen one by one and placed on the big table.
The village was filled with the aroma of meat, the fragrance of fine wine, and the thin sashimi slices were crystal clear.
"I am traveling outside and always thinking of you. These are all to honor all the seniors."
"Gudong!"
The lame man, who had been closing his eyes to rest, swallowed his saliva.
Even the old beggar who was far away on the thatched hut, fell down from the roof and evolved directly into a cricket pupa. He pupaed over little by little, smiling: "You are back, what else do you bring?"
"Boy, give the old beggar a taste of the wine, my mouth is almost bland."
Seeing that the old beggar was the first to eat heartily, the lame man was as fast as an arrow, picked up a piece of fresh sashimi with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, which melted in his mouth, silky and chewy.
The lame man's eyes lit up: "Boy Luo, you are thoughtful, and I love you!"
The deaf old man also joined the "Taotie" army quietly and ate heartily.
"Heh, a bunch of useless things, you are bribed by a little food!"
Da Can looked disdainful,
You only know how to eat, can't you see that your granddaughter is about to be snatched away?
The old beggar suddenly exclaimed: "Hey, you old man, you eat, but why do you put it in your pocket!"
The lame man ate and took, his pocket seemed like a bottomless pit, madly filled with wine and food on the table.
The blind man hissed, and didn't care about Luo Fanchen, and rushed over: "Hey! You old lame man don't know how to eat, leave some for us!"
The only one who held the "position" was the old man with a broken arm, who looked at Luo Fanchen repeatedly.
"A few greedy ghosts, the old man is not as useless as them."
"You kid deliberately used the treasure to hide your cultivation level, you must have been holding back."
"What's the matter, are you still thinking of scaring us old guys?"
The old blind man's mouth was stuffed with bulging, and he said, "What's there to ask? The last time this kid came, he was a Soul Emperor. According to his amazing cultivation speed, he must be a Soul Saint."
"I was scared by you once, twice, and you want to scare us a third time?"
"We old guys have been prepared for it."
The lame man and the old beggar nodded, looked at Luo Fanchen together, and blinked:
"You kid didn't cultivate to the Soul Saint, right? That's going to be fun!"
Since teaching Luo Fanchen the unique skills, the old men have been hit. Long before Luo Fanchen came back, they had discussed that this time they would try to overestimate this kid so that he couldn't pretend and dampen his spirit!
"My master is not a Soul Saint!"
After holding it in for a long timeXiong Dashuai had been secretly observing several old men, and even used his spiritual power to detect them. He found that they all had cultivation, but after a few cases, he became bolder. Xiong relied on the power of others and felt that the time to show his prowess in front of others had finally come.
As if seeing his granddaughter being yelled at, the old cripple and the disabled old men looked at the mini bear that jumped out with unkind eyes and teased: "Hey, you kid also brought back a little flea."
"Why don't you play with something else, but you play with fleas, you don't learn well."
"What flea! I am the emperor of the soul beast oasis, and I serve my master today!"
Xiong Dashuai was annoyed, and suddenly enlarged his body, and the whole village seemed small.
"Huh?"
After Xiong Dashuai showed his prowess in front of others, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Isn't he majestic?
Why are these disabled old men not afraid of him, but eat and drink as they should, and just ignore him?
"Alas."
"Isn't this a pure and conspicuous bag?"
Luo Fanchen shook his head repeatedly. Ergou likes to lick, and Xiaosan likes to kick the iron plate.
Doesn't my brother deserve a smarter mount?
The Grand Marshal is smart!
Ahem, I have only respect for the Grand Marshal!
"Little thing, you should drink some too."
The lame man picked up a wine jar and threw it at the giant bear marshal. The wine drops fell on him like rain.
The bear marshal's pupils shrank, and he felt an invisible force imprisoned in his body. He shrank back to the size of a grain of rice uncontrollably, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Damn it!
How is it possible!
I clearly checked these old people just now!
Marshal Xiong looked at the disabled old men again. Behind each of them, there seemed to be a dazzling golden light. Under the golden light, each old man seemed to be a hundred or a thousand times taller than him, majestic and terrifying.
Boom!
Marshal Xiong trembled all over, and his gallbladder almost burst with fear.
This...
What level of existence is this?
Who the hell am I pretending to be?
Marshal Xiong fell to the ground in fear, his limbs twitched, and he foamed at the mouth.
Luo Fanchen picked up Marshal Xiong and patted his head.
"Are you awake now? Pretending requires eyesight, understand?"
Marshal Xiong nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He stopped pretending and never dared to pretend again. He looked at Luo Fanchen with awe in his eyes.
No,
It's admiration.
Any one of the master's friends is at the level of destroying the Soul Martial Continent. It's too scary.
"Watch carefully and learn well."
Luo Fanchen transmitted his voice, turned to face the disabled elders, smiled shyly and said:
"Thank you seniors for your appreciation, I have indeed made a small breakthrough."
"Please appreciate it, seniors."
Seeing Luo Fanchen's confident eyes, the disabled elders' hearts jumped.
This kid really advanced more than ten levels in two months, breaking through to Soul Saint?
"Boom!"
Luo Fanchen condensed the seven-color extreme true meaning at his fingertips, and powerful soul power surged out.
The disabled elders' eyes were shocked, and they almost bit their tongues: "Eighty-first level?"
They forced themselves to suppress their minds, intending to be steady, not wanting Luo Fanchen to be too proud.
Unexpectedly, Luo Fanchen stepped on the ground, and circles of orange-red light rhythmically came out...