The boy's running came to everyone, and his voice trembled and asked, "What do you mean? What is the swallow of the strange fish, can you still live?"

Middle -aged people have a proud smile, compare with the teenager's face, and say:

"It means literally. Wang Fu'an's guy didn't know what was going crazy. The fish spear shot the strange fish in the middle of the third stage.

"Damn, that's the strange fish in the third -order mid -term, and I don't know what Wang Fu'an thinks, make it up."

When he heard that Wang Fu'an actually shot the key of the fish spear in the third -order monster fish, he couldn't help but be a little excited. There seemed to be a star in his pupils.

In the eyes of young people, they worshiped those who were highly cultivated, but the predecessors who were not highly talented but could see him.

Only such a senior will not feel the distance, but at the same time, they can become the goal of their efforts.

Besides, Wang Fu'an today took the essence of shooting fish spears into the third -order monster fish with the cultivation of the great samurai. It was difficult for most martial artists to do it!

This makes children's curiosity alive from the strange fish mouth at this moment, all dilute.

At this moment, the voice of the middle -aged man came in the teenager's ear.

"Speaking of Wang Fu'an, what about the guy? The injury should not be killed. The strange fish is beaten half to death. It is still injured by it. It is really shameful."

The other middle -aged person next to him immediately echoed: "That is, the strange fish is about to die, and it is still injured by it. It is really a useless guy."

"That is, the fish spear shoots a bit accurately, otherwise who is willing to block the wave of Warcraft with him."

The young man heard two middle -aged men kept ridiculous about the heroes in their minds, and suddenly raised their faces, pushed their hands behind the two, gritted their teeth and said coldly:

"Don't be allowed to insult Uncle Wang, you can quickly leave me if you are not injured."

Several middle -aged people were not angry about the teenager, and the curiosity of this young man in his heart also dispersed.

"Little guy, when you grow up, you will recognize the reality."

"Wang Fu'an's guy's fish spear shot accurately, but without us, it would be impossible for him to kill a third -order monster fish."

"Talent is not good, no matter how hard you practice, it is just a waste firewood."

The teenager was crying, squatting down his body, holding his face between his legs with both hands, sadness to the extreme, as if the whole faith had collapsed.

The uncle who never drank with others, often throwing fish spear from morning to night, and taught them to throw fish spear skills is definitely not a waste firewood.

He is the kindergarten of their young people's eyes, so it is not what those people say.

Yi Ran looked at the middle -aged people who had turned around, reached out and touched the teenager's head, leaned down and gently said:

"Crying is useless. You should work hard to continue to improve your strength. In the future, you will be hit by these people. At that time, you can tell them about your truth."

The voice of the teenager's sobbing stopped, and it raised it thoughtfully, but the young man who was said to be alive from the strange fish mouth had already entered the courtyard.

The teenagers have never looked down on these guys who faced the battlefield and fainted without any injuries. Whether they were really dizzy or faint, he didn't care. He looked down on these people in his heart.

The teenager has a high heart, but it is such a teenager, but he also cries because his idol was insulted.

Yi Ran walked into the courtyard, and he was seriously injured.

The lightest injuries were bleeding from Qiqiao. Obviously, the fish tail was shot on the front. Although the blood blockage in the body looks miserable, the injury is not heavy.

As for the injuries, those who are bone bone, water arrow holes and lack of arms and legs, Wang Fu'an's injuries are not much worse than them.

And Wang Fu'an is a little better. Although it is a bit miserable, anyway, the five limbs are available.

Looking at the tragic situation in the courtyard intuitively, the impact is better than the perceived investigation, and that sound of sorrow and sorrow stabbed Yi Ran's consciousness.

On the body is blood on the blood, the sky is also shrouded in the blood of the blood.

Yi Ran sighed, and seemed to see the status quo of the Shengfa Empire, which was more cruel than the Gonghuang Principality.

People are intrigue, and Biancheng has no determination to guard the village and towns. Instead, they squeeze the combat power of those villages and towns to block the front of the warcraft tide.

Warcraft tide has also become a means of controlling villages and towns in their jurisdictions. Should we not see people's lives?

Yi Ran did not have a blood -stained robe and a calm look, and it was incompatible with the wounded and medical people in the entire courtyard.

The footsteps gradually slowed down, and the tragedy and cry of the general monk of the listener attentively felt their anger and unwillingness.

It seems that they understand their struggle against this world, and understand that they are angry with this kind of misery.

Yi Ran clenched his fist unknowingly, and everyone in the courtyard lamented that the number of people appeared in my mind.

The strong tearing feeling made Yi Ran think of the moment when the mental strength was cut off.

Tightly bite the teeth, continue to take a step forward, the sorrow is even more painful, as if countless ghosts are devouring their souls.

The body trembled slightly, and every step is like challenging its own limit.

I don't know how long it has been, in the consciousness of Zhongshanhe Ding for a shock, the whole body exudes soft golden light, washing the consciousness of Yi Ran.

An old and majestic voice appeared in the consciousness of Yineran:

"return!"

Yi Ran's mind suddenly returned to the consciousness.

The sound of mourning continued to weaken, and the haze of the consciousness slowly melted. Yi Ran looked up at the mountains and rivers of the sun, and the smile of the spring breeze appeared again on his face.

"Thank you seniors!"

The mountains and rivers were shocked, and an old man with white bearded and white hair appeared on the mountains and rivers, and the old voice appeared again:

"Little guy, good talent and good perseverance. Now it seems that luck is also good. I almost went into the magic but was blessed because of the misfortune.

"The old man is the spirit of the mountains and river tripods. It is called Shanhe. The old man is asleep as much as possible. At least it should be much earlier than the Qinglong King."

"Do you have any questions, let's take this opportunity to listen to you."

Yi Ran's heart was shocked, and the calm heart of the heart was like a hurricane.

The old man was just a little finger, Jin Guang appeared at the fingertips, and the huge waves were calm instantly, and Yi Ran's mind suddenly calmed down.

"Just praise your consciousness, so that this is so rippled to be excited? The practice is still not enough."

"From the moment of recognizing you, I started to observe this world. Their skills and level of practice are too low, and it is simply unbearable."

"Only your mind is pretty good, even if it was placed in that year, it can be regarded as the best."

Yi Ran worked hard to calm his mind, so that he was no longer so shocking, and slowly digested the old man's words.

"Do you know my practice?"

The old man laughed, looked up at the sky, and said:

"There are countless practices of cultivating immortal exercises. You can lead to the avenue. You have never seen this Fafu. You can just look at the strength and recovery speed of your true gas."

When I heard the word "Xiu Xian", Yi Ran finally loosen his heart, and there was no defense for the spirit of Shanhe Ding.

"Don't you know the seniors you are in the era? Why is there no people in the world?"

"The old man is in the era? That's a long time, and it will be unclear for a while."

"You just need to know that in that era, the prosperous world of Xiu Xian is magnificent to the extreme. Whether it is a shelter or other tangible objects, it may be possible to step into practice and finally become the so -called immortal."

"But then the world is turbulent, and the strong world strong people bring the World of Warcraft army to break the air.

"So the entire practice industry is united, whether it is a shemale ghost or a ghost or a ghost or a ghost, and the three major artifacts have been cast.

"In the end, the strong and wounded of the three strongs of the shelter ghosts were exhausted, and the three major artifacts were almost broken, and finally the invaders were killed, but the remaining power was not enough to kill the Warcraft Army."

"The old man, as the spirit of the artifacts of the human artifact, witnessed the battle of the landslide, and saw the countless monks who had countless reputation in the world.

"In order to protect the world, the monks with countless yuan or more rushed to the invaders in order to protect the world. None of them could be lucky to leave. Including my owner, they had the later renovation of the incarnation, and they were known as the king of the emperor."

"I don't know how many years before the war that year."

"From the perspective of practice, the original cultivation system has been cut off for several times, and I do not know when it is derived from the two practice systems of magic and martial arts."

"Yes, there will be great failure after the prosperity, and there will be a revival after the great decline."

The old man of Shanhe said that he recalled the past, not like to solve the confusion for Yi Ran, but it seemed to be a booing for the past.

"Senior, as far as I know the practice system of magic martial arts, it has developed for 5,000 years. The cultivation of the immortal you said should be traced back to the ancients that have not seen records."

"As for what you said, Warcraft is an invader from ancient times? So why has no one who has died so many years? Why did they come back to invade this world?"

The old man in Shanhe looked at the youth, and said in silence for a long time before saying:

"The answers to these questions need to be explored by yourself. From the casting from being cast, the old man will eventually fall asleep, that is, decades of scenery, the understanding of this world is far from much."

When Yi Ran still wanted to continue asking, suddenly felt that someone pulled his own corner, and his mind returned to the outside world instantly.

The mountains and river tripods in the consciousness have attributed to peace, as if the previous experiences are all dreams.

Yi Ran looked down at the guy who pulled his own corner. It was the teenager who was crying for Wang Fu'an at the door.
Chapter completed!