Chapter 29: The Heart of a Boy (4)

With a hissing roar of exhaustion, a brown figure rushed to the claws of the claw as fast as lightning, rescued the exhausted two, and flew to the side.

The speed was so fast that even Netherwood and Chen Yuan didn't see this person's face clearly.

The giant palm of the coward fell with a "bang", and for a time the mountains shook and the earth collapsed. In the dust, the two who survived the catastrophe realized that the person who rescued them was actually Nan Rong Puchu, who was still crying a moment ago!!

The young prince stood up very slowly, his bookish face full of solemnity and determination. All around him, green brilliance was churning—the majestic spiritual power was so strong that it was visible to the naked eye, like a raging flame burning.

The scene in front of them really shocked the two of them, so they had to look at the man in front of them blankly, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

After a while, an ancient totem gradually appeared on Nan Rong Puchu's forehead. But there was a green patch on his forehead, like a cloud, and it was attached to the totem, and he couldn't see what the totem was.

When the totem appeared, he slowly raised his arm, and actually used his spiritual power to transform into a bow out of thin air. Above the eastern mountain, there was a sudden thunder in the clear sky, and a miserable white lightning volley slashed down in the sky.

Between the lightning and thunder, the cowardly prince stood in front of the furious divine beast, the Divine Beast, with a deep light in his eyes and a resolute face that had never been seen before.

Nan Rong Puchu held the bow in his left hand, bent his knees slightly, and the ground under his feet seemed to be oppressed by gravity of 10,000 catties.

"Good...... What a strong sense of oppression..."Chen Yuan was shocked.

Nan Rong Puchu immediately pulled the bowstring, and the mighty aura spread all around like a flood, and the air vibrated with it, making a subtle sound of "poo" breaking the air.

In the face of such a domineering aura, Chen Yuan's clothes flew all over the place, and he barely leaned over to be able to resist his body. The hair was scattered, and she had to use her hands to block it in front of her.

An arrow conjured from spiritual power appeared out of thin air and stood at the end of the string. The arrow was surrounded by thunder and lightning, and thunder was incessant. The sound of "crackling" seems to be roaring, and it is like a volcano that has been piled up for thousands of years, waiting for an opportunity to splash.

"Whoosh!"

The cloud-piercing arrow hit the wind directly, chasing the wind as fast as lightning.

"Gone?" She watched as the arrow disappeared into the air.

However, a moment later, the arrow appeared in front of the pupil and slammed into its right eye!

With this blow, he let out a deafening howl, and several lines of red tears welled up in his pupils. The tears were bright red, like a flame burning, and they splashed on the blades of grass, and the grass withered and the leaves were scorched. It covered its claws over its injured eyes, rolling on the ground in pain.

It was another wave of shaking.

Nan Rongpu stared intently at the movement of the sword, his whole body tensed, his left hand holding the bow, and his right hand pulling the bowstring very slowly, as if he was ready to make the next heavy blow.

The pink-faced little monkey hugged the arm of the pink, and the relatives screamed a few times sadly, and even shed crystal tears. Holding it with one hand and covering his injured right eye with the other, he turned and fled. The tall man jumped unusually nimbly between the mountains and forests, but in a moment, he disappeared and disappeared.

At the same time that the figure disappeared from view, accompanied by the two exclamations of his companions, Nan Rongpu fell to the ground in an instant, drenched in cold sweat.

"Brother Puchu!"

"Nanrong Shizi!"

……

There was a dizziness and the sky was spinning, as if someone was shaking his body, crying out anxiously. He listened carefully—

"Brother Puchu !!"

Puchu?

Seems to be his name?

In an instant, as if the three souls and seven knots had returned to the body, Nan Rongpu woke up leisurely at the beginning. He slowly opened his eyes, and there were two enlarged, familiar faces. In his ears was the cry of concern from his companions, and in his eyes was unpretentious concern, and the wind around him was whirring, and Nan Rongpu felt real at the beginning.

"Brother Puchu, you're finally awake!" Chen Yuan immediately stretched out his hand, helped him up, and half-sat on the ground.

The stinger is also smiling.

"Are we dead?" Nan Rongpu looked around and said confusedly, "Where's the Hou?" ”

"Brother Puchu, don't be joking!" Chen Yuan smiled honestly and said sincerely, "You just shot and injured the eye of the gourd, and it escaped!" Your arrow is really a cloud-piercing stone! ”

"Yes, yes, super handsome!" The eyes of the nettle are full of stars, and they praise without hesitation.

"Me?" Nan Rongpu was a little confused at first, but the scene of himself involuntarily pulling the bow and string appeared in his mind, and the spiritual arrow roared, piercing his right eye. He was injured and fled in a hurry.

Only then did he come back to his senses and let out a sigh of relief.

Thinking back to himself at that time, Nan Rongpu's heart rose with a magical emotion that he had never had before - he wanted to protect them, even if they were from poor backgrounds, even if he had only known them for half a day.

"It turns out that Brother Pu Chu has such magical powers!" Chen Yuan pulled him up from the ground and worshiped, "It's really worthy of being the son of the Marquis of Bo, it's really a tiger father without a dog." ”

Nan Rongpuchu was praised so much that his face turned red, and in the face of his companions who shared life and death, he couldn't help scratching his head, and explained the reason, "Actually, I haven't always been so powerful, since I was a child, this is only the second time." ”

"What does that mean?"

"When I was five years old, I was also like today, when my spiritual power exploded and injured the elders in my family. But since that time, I have always had mediocre qualifications, and I have made no achievements in the path of cultivating immortals......"

“……”

The three of them chatted and walked, and before they knew that they had reached the top of the mountain. After the elder announced the promotion, Nan Rongpu took the red silk in the lady's hand and breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was unprecedentedly rich.

Nan Rongpu turned around proudly, but no one came to congratulate, not even the personal maid did not come to serve in time; Just when I was puzzled, I saw that everyone was gathered in one place, whispering and discussing. He looked up and saw several people gathered at the edge of the mountaintop. The three young men stood with their heads bowed, as if they were being reprimanded by the elders in front of them.

When he looked at it, they were all acquaintances!

The two elders who were sinking like water and were angrily reprimanding the next generation were actually the elders of the He family and the royal priests. In the crowd of people being trained, there were three people, all men. One of them was tall, with a dignified body, a square face with thick eyebrows, and a good look, but he was dressed in rags and unkempt. This person Nan Rongpu didn't know at first, but the other two, he not only knew each other, but also knew them very well!

"I'm not entirely responsible for this!!" The man's face in the center was as sharp as a carving, and his sword-like eyebrows flew diagonally into his sideburns. The slender eyes were hidden in the falling strands of black hair, and the eyes were full of sharpness, like an eagle in the night. ”

The person who spoke was none other than Jiang Jie, the genius of the He family who was famous in the entire Cangyin Continent, and was also the senior brother of Nan Rong Puchu; And the young man beside He Jie who bowed his head and supported his forehead looked white and soft, under the long and slightly curled eyelashes, he had a pair of clear and gentle eyes like morning dew, tall and thin, delicate and handsome. He is the second son of He Fu - He Yun's brother who died tragically at the gate of Qi Mansion not long ago - He Xuan.

This time, He Jie was so disrespectful, he would have been reprimanded and reprimanded more severely by the elders, but his face was full of coldness, showing disdain.

Hearing this, the unkempt beggar-faced strong man was instantly furious, his fist was clenched so loudly that his wrist was flipped, and he was already holding a spear. Jiang Jie narrowed his eyes slightly, flipped between his fingers, and a dagger was already spinning between his fingers. The dagger was small, shaped like a beast's horn, and a drop of blood-like ruby glittered between its blades.

The atmosphere was tense all at once, as if the next moment would draw swords against each other.

The elder's already gloomy face darkened suddenly.

"Clearing!" As soon as the dagger came out, there was a clearly visible gasping sound around him, and everyone was shocked, "It's Jiang Jie's magic weapon!" As soon as the rumors came out, it was very sharp, and there was no way to live! ”

"I didn't expect this little-known beggar to be able to force Jiang Jie to sacrifice his life! What the hell is this sacred! ”

"Never got ......"

"There have been no rumors of this recently......"

……

"Senior brother!" At this moment of drawing the crossbow, a sweet and lovely voice broke the tense atmosphere, and a pink shadow rushed from not far away, and rushed straight into the arms of the unkempt beggar-faced strong man, "You really arrived before me!" ”