place.

But he saw Old Huangtou staring straight at Su Yun playing in the distance, smiling from the corner of his eyes, and said: "Old slave has a set of marksmanship. I originally wanted to bring it into the coffin, but after listening to the young master today, I feel that it is very good."

The truth is, isn't it? What you have learned must be taught to others. If such a good set of marksmanship were to be destroyed by oneself, wouldn't the old slave become a sinner through the ages? So, the old slave wanted to find a child with high talent.

Let’s pass some skills on, and luckily, this kid is extremely talented, so he’s a perfect fit.”

"You know how to shoot? Why didn't I know?"

"The old slave knows it, doesn't the young master know? Oh, that's right, when the old slave was seriously injured and saved by the master, the master was still young, so he didn't remember."

Such a light sentence is an explanation? Is this young master so easy to fool? Jian Chuan obviously didn't believe it, but he still couldn't help but ask: "How is your spear skill?"

Old Huang grinned, showing his big yellow teeth. He still looked honest and honest, but Jian Chuan really felt that this smile was a bit arrogant. Old Huang said, "It should be pretty good."

"Not bad? What level is this? Why don't you try it again and let me see." Jian Chuan smiled.

"Okay."

Old Huangtou didn't shirk, he walked to the corner confidently, picked up a wooden stick, and stabbed it twice, and then nothing happened.

Jian Chuan was stunned, and so was Lao Huang.

Jian Chuan asked: "No more?"

Lao Huang replied: "Oh, yes, but I forgot."

"You're kidding me." With these words, Jian Chuan entered the shop without looking back. After a while, he walked out again, holding a planer in his hand and walking towards the willow tree not far away, minding his own business.

Prepare to get some charcoal pencils, which is not difficult for him.
Chapter completed!