Chapter 574 Only recruit martial artists

  Sure enough, the child on the opposite side was hooked and rushed to the beach.

  There is no need for too much communication. Food has always been a natural bond of friendship, and the lethality of snacks on children is equivalent to the effect of alcohol on alcoholics.

  No nonsense, Wang Feng passed a piece of pastry directly.

  The child pretended to hesitate for two seconds, and quickly grabbed the pastry into his hands as if he was afraid that Wang Summit would go back.

  Just this one action scared everyone, this speed! There are still shadows of the boy's arm in the air!

  Wang Feng smiled, holding the short hand and being soft-mouthed, and asked the child: "Children, can you tell us, where is this place?"

  The little boy took a bite of the pastry. In an instant, his eyes lit up, wiped his big red nose, drooling and said, "Of course this is Shenlong Island."

  Hearing the three words Shenlong Island, everyone breathed a sigh of relief!

  And Wang Feng continued to ask: "What is your name?"

The little boy who finished eating the pastry looked up at Wang Feng, and said to his family: "My name is Dao Xiaopang. Well, you don’t know what you look like. Okay, come back to the village with me. Danger."

  Through snack tactics, Wang Feng and Dao Xiaopang quickly became close friends, bear children, who do not have many bear children among relatives? Wang Feng has already mastered various tactics to deal with bear children in many actual battles, and even answered related questions in the well-known Q&A community. After tens of thousands of likes, there are hundreds of netizens who have used his tricks. Positive responses, of course, there are also car rollovers, which is a fairly normal minority.

   "What is dangerous on this beach?"

   "Soul Confinement, but you, as well as him and her, are not afraid. The others are lucky." Xiaopang Dao said while eating a lollipop.

  "Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid."

   "Are there any other dangers?"

   "Of course there is, but if I am here, follow me and it will be fine."

   "Little brother..." Winnie was obviously not convinced, and tried to get a relationship with Fatty Dao.

   "My name is Dao Xiaopang, not the little brother."

  Winnie was so angry that her eyebrows almost caught fire.

   Clara blinked. In this case, she decided not to speak anymore.

Hei Wukai faintly looked at Xiaopang Dao. It was surprising. Xiaopang Dao was the same as Wang Feng. He couldn't see through him. At a glance, he was just an ordinary child. However, the action just now was obvious, Xiaopang Dao. Not ordinary.

  Wang Feng put on the most kind smile in his life at Xiaopang Dao and said: "Pang, look, we are friends, they are my friends, so..."

Xiaopang Dao frowned, and after a while, he nodded, "Well...Look at what you look like, if I guessed it right, it should be here to increase your strength. The village is right in front and will be here soon. ."

  "How do you know what we are here for?" Winnie couldn't help but ask.

   "Isn't it?" Dao Xiaopang is obviously a teenager who doesn't know how to feel sad, and no word is friendly to beauties.

"I……"

  Knife Xiaopang continued to make up the knife and said: "You are so weak, if you are not here to improve your strength, then it would be too stupid?"

  Clara quickly grabbed Winnie, who was approaching the runaway, and whispered to her, "Wait to the place and see."

  Along the road, Xiao Pang led everyone through a forest. With the sound of running water, a beautiful village suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

  Drinking cigarettes and curling up, the village entrance is criss-crossed, and the fields are full of golden wheat, which is indescribable and festive.

   "It's here!"

  As soon as he arrived at the village, Xiao Pang rushed in under the wind, and shouted loudly as he ran: "The village chief, the village chief, come here, come out, come here."

  Wow, there was a sound of footsteps, and a group of enthusiastic villagers rushed out from all directions, men and women of all ages, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded Wang Feng and the others in a drowsy manner.

   "Really a guest!"

"Not bad!"

"Don't make noise, frighten the guests, none of you have good fruit to eat, huh, uh, a few guests, do you want to stay in the hotel? Look, that's my hotel, stay in my shop, I promise to make you feel at home! kind?"

  A short and thin middle-aged man squeezed in and asked Wang Feng and the others with a smile on his face.

  At this time, Xiaopang Dao also nodded, "This is Uncle Chang. He runs the only hotel in the village."

  Wang Feng nodded, and suddenly asked: "If you live in a hotel, what will you pay for?"

  "Pay the bill? Guest, are you kidding me?" The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed with a smile, and he said, "How can I charge you money?"

   "That's right, boy, if you don't like staying in a store, you can go to our house!"

   "Yes, he can't live in his house, there is still our house!"

  Everyone looked at each other, is this too enthusiastic? Is this really Shenlong Island?

   "Everyone's kindness, we have our heart, Uncle Chang, trouble you!" Wang Feng quickly bowed his hands to the villagers and thanked them.

Uncle Chang instantly put a smile on his face, as if flowers were blooming. He greeted Wang Feng and others toward his inn with greater enthusiasm, and said to the villagers onlookers: "It's all gone, it's all gone. It’s gone, and I’m staying in my store. Come here, please come here."

  The villagers reluctantly left, and Fatty Knife chewed on the lollipop and followed Wang Feng, "The village chief is not here, you live in the store first, and after registration, I can take you to find someone."

"Okay." Wang Feng responded with a smile. He noticed the mystery in Xiaopang Dao's words. What he said was not to take them to find someone, but to say that "only then can we take them to find someone." , If they don’t have a residence registration, Xiaopang Dao can’t take them to find someone... and, he’s not talking about looking for the village chief, but someone!

  Everyone also heard the meaning of Xiaopang Dao's words, and exchanged glances with each other.

   came to the hotel, and sure enough, Uncle Chang took out a booklet of the hotel for everyone to register on it.

  Wang Feng opened the booklet and turned a few pages randomly. More than 20 pages of information have been registered on it, but all have been painted with black ink.

  Registration is very simple. There are only two items: name and gender, ten people, and one page is filled.

  "Uncle Chang, what are the guest rooms like here." Wang Feng asked Uncle Chang to stay.

  Uncle Chang still smiled and squinted his eyes, and said kindly: "Hehe, all of them are single rooms, please rest assured, I promise that every customer is the same clean and tidy! No one is deceived!"

  As soon as everyone decided on the room, Xiaopang Dao urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, I'll take you to find a mentor!"

  Fantasy looked at Xiao Chuan who was still wiping his red nose with his sleeve, and couldn’t help asking, “How do you know we’re looking for a mentor...”

  Even they themselves are not sure what they need to do to improve their realm strength after reaching Shenlong Island.

  Tutor? It sounds good, but Fantasy really doubts that in this world, will there really be people who can teach apprentices better than Wang Feng? Fantsey felt that he was the best proof. He was the son of a small businessman. He grew up in the countryside. Because of the expansion of the Rose Church, his father spent a lot of money to force him in. To be honest, he became a hero. It is his dream, but dreams are used to dream. The real realistic idea is to plate the scriptures of the temple. When doing business in the future, there will be a talk. Some small officials and small officials will not come to the autumn wind to find trouble... …He is an ordinary member of all living beings. Even if he has some potential, Wang Feng dug out his dream. It was Wang Feng who helped him realize his dream. His son of a small-town businessman became a superior ghost-level adult! Is there anyone in this world who can do the same thing as Wang Feng? Moreover, Wang Feng is not an exception. The ghost class is really shocking. The entire Blade Alliance and even the entire Nine Heavens World are paying attention.

  Fantasy recognizes a deadly truth. When it comes to mentors, no one can do better than Wang Feng!

  Pang Dao was taken aback, looked at Fantasy and said, "Seeing you are so weak, it's better to go to a teacher."

  Hei Wukai frowned and grabbed Wang Feng and said, "What do you think?"

  Wang Feng smiled, “This kid has a problem, so follow him first. Again, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain.”

   Soon, everyone was ready, and went out of the hotel with Xiao Fatty.

  Under the leadership of Xiaopang Dao, a group of people stood at the door of the blacksmith's shop.

   "Uncle Shanquan, I'm bringing you my apprentice!" Xiaopang Dao rushed into the blacksmith's shop, shouting loudly.

It is said that it is a blacksmith's shop, but it is already dilapidated. On the front of the shop, there are piles of iron farm tools, mostly hoes and shovel, which look very messy, and inside the shop is a darkened counter and wall. The above is empty and there are no exhibits. What makes people more suspicious is that even the stove on the side is cold. There is no fire in a blacksmith's shop?

   "Uncle Shanquan, Uncle Shanquan, if I don't come out again, I can take everyone away!"

  "Stop yelling, people are all deaf by you, isn't this coming anymore."

  Behind the shopped counter, an old man suddenly appeared, and looked at Wang Feng and the others sleepily, "Well, finally there is someone again..."

  Hei Wukai looked at Wang Feng again, and Wang Feng shook his head slightly. Just now their spiritual sense swept the entire blacksmith shop. There should be no one behind that counter!

However, when they look at the old man at this time, they can clearly sense the existence of the old man. Their eyes see the old man standing out from behind the counter, but in the perception, the old man suddenly, from nothing Something popped out.

"Yeah, there are quite a lot of people, but the strength is a little bit worse, but I am not unkind, you... forget it, if any of you can touch me, it will be a pass." The old man touched. Said, touching the dirty beard.

  Fantasy looked at the old man's appearance, skinny, and his whole body didn't add up to two or two pieces of flesh, "Old man, are you kidding me?"

   "Hehe, if you think this is a joke, you can try it first. If you meet me, the little old man has nothing else to do. This thing can be given to you."

As the old man said, he took out a ring. He reached out and gently pointed it towards the ring. A formation suddenly appeared. He took out a hammer from the ring, and then put the hammer toward the ring and then put it again. I went in, then cited it, and took out a backpack full of ore, gave it away again, and put it back in the ring.

  Fantasy's eyes straightened instantly, space ring!

  The old man is definitely not easy, but if you just meet him...Fantasy's eyes turn quickly, it is not impossible!

  Fantasy suddenly accelerated, and his chubby body rushed towards the old man at an abnormal speed.

His speed is extremely fast, not only the explosive power of the ghost level, but also the soul-seed traits of Fantasy's own soul. The phantom of Tai Chi Tiger burst out from behind him, and for an instant Fantasy was no longer fat, but turned on. Down the mountain tiger at the moment of hunting!

  Just touch it! When he took out the space ring from the old man, Fantsey converged. This old man is definitely not an ordinary person, maybe hitting him is the same as hitting his son, but he suddenly violently attacked, anyway, he is now a ghost, as long as The old man’s conditional reaction raises his hand to block, then he makes a lot of money, and the block is considered to have touched people. Take a step back and say, no matter how awesome the old man is, he will fly away...Although he is passively touched People, but they should have been beaten, right?

  The old man stretched out his hand, Fantsey smiled, and he really got the trick. Whether it was blocking or beating him, anyway, as long as he didn't hide from him, he would definitely be touched by him!

  Boom...

  Fantasy's face still has a smile, and the person has been lying on the street a few meters away, in a coma!

Everyone was stunned, they didn't see what was going on at all. One second, Fantasy was still in a surprise attack, and the old man looked like he hadn't reacted, but in the next moment, Fantasy was lying on the ground outside the door. Up...

  The old man did it? Have it?

  Everyone rushed out, but fortunately, they were just unconscious and not injured.

The eyes of Wang Feng and Hei Gukai flashed, and the old man raised his hand without making any attack. However, as soon as he raised it, a strange vigor spread in front of him. When he hit the Qi Jin, he was directly hit back. How hard he made a surprise attack, so much power bounced back to himself!

If this is the case, the two would not be surprised. They don’t need a dragon level. Even the ghost can do the same thing. Fantasy grows too fast, and his actual combat experience mostly stays in the arena and competition, but , What is shocking is that while this Qi Jin bounced back the damage of Fan Tsi, it also made a protective action against Fan Tsi in turn. When Fan Tsi was knocked out by his own power, this Qi Jin He slammed Fantasea's internal organs, knowing that ordinary people would only get a small injury if they punched him with all their strength, and a ghost-level punch with all their strength could kill him.

  Wang Feng returned to the smithy and looked at the old man with a smile, "Let me try it."

Xiaopang, who was watching the play, suddenly ran over and grabbed Wang Feng's sleeve, "No way, no, Uncle Shanquan only recruits martial arts, and you are not a martial arts."

  Wang Feng looked at Xiao Fatty Dao, and smiled again, "How do you know that I am not a martial artist?"

  Pang Dao held his head up, blinked, and said lightly, "I just know you are not. Uncle Shanquan is the best martial arts instructor in the village, but it's not suitable for you."

  At this time, everyone no longer doubted the strength of the old man in the blacksmith shop. Chopin took a deep breath and stood up, “I’m not talented, please give me some advice.”

  The old man Shanquan nodded, "The strength is better than the fat man, and he knows how to be polite, but well, you are not as good as the fat man."

Chopin nodded, and felt that the old man Shanquan was unpredictable. He could see through his details before he played against him. In his opinion, he was very stupid. He was indeed better than Fantasy. Not only was he promoted to the ghost level. It was later than Fantasea, and even his savvy was not as good. The master often said that he was too stodgy.

  Wang Feng smiled slightly, this old man is kind of interesting...

"Offended." Chopin said, taking a deep breath, and slowly taking a step forward. He learned the lesson of the sudden failure of Fanci’s attack. Quick, it didn’t work for the old man, but it was easy for him to lose the ability to change tricks. His goal is clear and simple. Meeting the old man is victory.

Chopin's spirit power swelled all over his body, the wind blew, and the corners of his clothes shook fiercely. A virtual image rose from behind him. It was a black hurricane. It was vaguely visible that there was a figure of a demon in the black wind. Lie, the shop was not affected at all. All the wind pressure was condensed and compressed within one meter of Chopin's body, as if he was the wind **** who controls the eye of the storm.

  Step by step, steady and steady, Chopin controlled the hurricane and walked step by step towards the old man of the spring.

  The old man Shanquan looked at the image of the hurricane behind Chopin, his eyes lit up slightly, "Oh, it's okay, hearty, self-sacrificing, but the mood is still bad."

  Speaking of this, the old man Shanquan suddenly punched forward, the speed of his fists was extremely slow, however, behind the old man, a black hurricane suddenly rose, and it was exactly the same as the ghost of Chopin's soul!

"This……"

  Everyone was surprised!

Ghost-like ghosts are different due to differences in skills, personalities, and understanding of ghost levels. It can be said that almost everyone has different ghost-like ghosts. They have strong personal characteristics. Outsiders can never imitate them. Coming.

  However, at this time, this almost "reasonable" principle was shattered by the old man in front of the mountain spring, who was manipulating the hurricane ghost like a ghost that was exactly the same as Chopin, and even the figure of the demon in it was exactly the same.

  Wang Feng raised his eyebrows, and asked Xiaopang Dao: "My child, this master, is it possible that the surname is Murong?"

  Pang Dao blinked, "Grandpa Shanquan's surname is Ming...what is Murong's surname, and what is the allusion?"

   "It's nothing, just guess." Wang Feng laughed and revealed the topic, and then looked at the two hurricanes that were getting closer. Whether it was aura or strength, they were almost exactly the same.

At this time, the person who was least shocked was Chopin. The old man’s aura was exactly the same as him. The rising spirit was like a ghost, and the angle and strength of the internal and external winds were also consistent with him. However, Chopin’s this Shi has already pressed all the extra thoughts into the corners of his heart, and put all his energy on the goal!

  One step, two steps, three steps...five steps...

  When Chopin took the fifth step forward, the aura of his whole body had risen to the limit, "Wind from the dragon, dragon fist!"

   Straight fist greeted the fist that the old man Shanquan passed up slowly!

  Boom...

Just when the fists of both sides were about to meet ~lightnovelpub.net~ there was a blast of air, and the black hurricane behind the old man shrank suddenly, and then it swelled back to its original shape, but it was this time, old man. The power that was exactly the same as Chopin instantly doubled!

After all, Chopin’s fist did not touch the old man. The wind pressure that the old man blasted was not only stronger. The moment he touched Chopin, the original rotating wind power suddenly became a wind knife like a wind blade. As if countless blades dancing with the wind were cutting his defenses, Chopin only persisted for a moment and was defeated by countless wind blades. For a moment, Chopin almost thought that he was about to be cut off by countless wind blades. The air blasted again, and countless wind blades suddenly changed again, regrouping into a cloud of evil wind rushing toward him, boom!

  Chopin seemed to have been hit hard by a super high-speed magic locomotive and flew out!

Chopin stood up reluctantly with the support of the crowd. His body was not injured, but his spirit was as if his soul had been pierced by countless roots. A burst of darkness rushed towards his eyes. Chopin gritted his teeth and pressed his tongue upwards. The upper jaw can resist the fainting rushing to the brain.

   "Master, I have been taught, thank you for your advice." Chopin took a deep breath, walked slowly back to the shop, and bowed deeply to the old man Shanquan.

  The old man Shanquan looked at Chopin, drank and smiled, and said: "The reward is gone, but you can barely get in."

  (End of this chapter)