"Hmph, I'm good at this with my hands, anyway, I hit you, and it's no different from what I got out of it - I can't hurt you anyway. Eh, then again, where have you been during this time? What are you busy with? Is there anything more important for you to do than to teach me this future Savior? ”

"Hmph, old man, what am I going to do, what do I have to do with you? And, just like you, what about the savior? Tut-tut, aren't you afraid of laughing off other people's big teeth when you say it? Cut! I'm annoyed to see you like this, which makes me stare at you every day, old man, I will definitely not survive the catastrophe and burp cold.

But then again, old man, I see that you have made quite a lot of progress during this time, so I think it's time to teach you the "Skywalker Wing" technique! ”

After the words fell, the sword elder who stepped on the void moved in an instant, moving to the opposite place behind Ling Mufeng.

Then, without waiting for Ling Mufeng to react, Jian Lao tore apart the clothes that Ling Mufeng was wearing very roughly.

"Yikes!"

At this time, Ling Mufeng snorted in a very unbeaten.

Then, Ling Mufeng's face turned crimson, and he said shyly, "What are you doing?" ".

Secretly annoyed by his voice, the old sword with an annoyed face, even though he used his right index finger to quickly and vigorously engrave inexplicable characters on Ling Mufeng's back, which was already exposed outside his clothes.

"I'm rubbing! It hurts, it hurts! Oh roar roar! ”

With the sword elder vigorously slicing his hand, he suddenly felt Ling Mufeng, who was scorching pain behind him, and he couldn't stop howling while eating pain.

"Oh roar roar roar——! I wiped my tears, old sword, are you carving it for me? Is it engraved "Loyal to the country"? Don't tell me that you're carving "a good man spares his life", if you go out and let others see it, we can't afford to lose that person! ”

Ling Mufeng, who was frowning, tried his best to turn his little head back as he spoke, intending to see what Jian Lao was carving on his back.

However, after trying for a long time, he couldn't see the slightest bit - the place carved by the old sword hand was very tricky.

Although he couldn't see it, Ling Mufeng could still feel that Jian Lao seemed to be engraved with some characters.

"Spare you big-headed ghost! is also a "good man spares his life", why don't you let me carve a "Daddy spare me" for you? Trust me, this sentence works better. Hmph, really! You idiot! Old man, let me tell you, I carved it for you here, but it is the ancient Tianxing clansman, the Tianyi pattern that has been passed down from generation to generation! ”

At this time, accompanied by the sword veteran's light dance, Ling Mufeng's slightly reddened, white smoke swayed lightly, on the back of the blue (note: the cyan in this book is the color of green and blue, the brain needs to pay attention) hieroglyphs, from the sword veteran's hand scratch quietly appeared.

"Alright, you're done! Ouch, it's a pity, you kid is not blessed, the old man and I show off calligraphy, it's really rare. It's a pity, it's rare for the old man to make a move today, but you don't have the blessing to see - what a poor baby, you don't even have this kind of blessing, you might as well die! ”

Jian Lao looked at the beautiful handwriting on Ling Mufeng's back, engraved by his own hand, and walked the beautiful handwriting of the dragon and snake, and muttered to himself with a comfortable face.

"Huh? Am I dead? Master, I'm dead, who will save the people in this world? Really, look at what you say! Anyway, Sword Boss, what the hell is this thing for? ”

Ling Mufeng, who was still trying to turn his head and look back, groped for the dense cyan prints on his back, looking puzzled.

"Don't be so stupid here! Stand up straight! Good! Zama step! Yes, yes, that's it. Now, put the force on my back, and you're going to send me all the strength of your body on your back! Yes, that's it, the amplitude is good. Okay, now try to infuse the energy in your body into your back while exerting force. ”

The sword elder standing beside Ling Mufeng's right side guided him hand in hand.

"This Tianxing clan is no different from humans, and they themselves can't fly to the sky. They relied on the wings of the sky, and they were born from such wing patterns.

So, now that you also have this wing, you also have the qualifications to form wings and soar into the sky - now, all you need to do is work hard to concentrate and concentrate all your strength on your back. And then, yes, that's it, hard, hard! Good! Energizing! Energizing! It's out! It's coming out! That's it! Come on! ”

Ling Mufeng followed the guidance of the sword elder and continued to exert energy on his back.

Soon, in the orderly, densely arranged, and radiant blue character print on Ling Mufeng's back, a pair of wings woven by the blue energy began to emerge like a chick breaking its shell probe.

Just when Ling Mufeng, who was blushing and having a thick neck, caused his butt to tilt slightly uncontrollably because of the force of his whole body towards his back, with a "poof", Ling Mufeng, a loud fart, was released coldly!

In an instant, as the sound of the fart fell, Ling Mufeng, who was instantly deflated, immediately collapsed into a puddle of mud - if it weren't for his body leaning against Jian Lao's body, Ling Mufeng would definitely collapse to the ground this time.

In an instant, the newly emerging wings retracted into Ling Mufeng's body like a turtle with a shrunken head.

"I'm a—go! Ahh Stinky boy! You're so serious for me, stinky boy!! ”

The sword elder with a flushed face, after seeing Ling Mufeng suffocate the already up-and-coming Tianxing Wing because of a fart, he was suddenly annoyed, and jumped up - in the next second when Ling Mufeng, who was leaning on his body, flew away, the sword elder's right foot suddenly moved, and he hit Ling Mufeng's right cheek with a ruthless and decisive kick.

"Poof!"

Between the lightning and flint, Ling Mufeng's right side of his face was dented and distorted by Jian Lao's kick, and at the same time, between Ling Mufeng's teeth, white and transparent saliva suddenly erupted.

Jian Lao's kick directly made Ling Mufeng, who had taken off with force, shuttle hundreds of meters in the air!

Of course, this is not the end, after Ling Mufeng landed, he slid on the ground for a distance of more than ten meters before he stopped because his strength was completely dissipated.

"Woo~ I didn't mean to, why did you hit me, still so hard. Woo~"

Ling Mufeng, who was pretending to cry, stood up on the ground, and when he stood up, he used his right hand to gently cover and support him, and the right side of his face was red and swollen due to the kick of the old sword.

"Don't put it here and act for me! Hurry up, I'm going to have to come again! You stinky boy! If I really don't beat you for a moment, you just leave me here with itchy skin. You're looking for excitement, right?! ”

Jian Lao looked at Ling Mufeng's right cheek, and because of his "self-recovery" ability, the swelling that quickly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and shouted with a look of indignation.

"Good, good! Yes, yes, yes! Really, you haven't been back for a long time, I'm kind enough to show you a few plays, thinking about making you happy, since you don't appreciate it, it's okay. ”

Ling Mufeng, who returned to Jian Lao's side, said with an unhappy face while gently picking his nostrils with the little finger of his right hand.

"Don't leave it here, disgust me! Slippery! Horse step! ”

Looking at Ling Mufeng's disgusting appearance, the sword elder with a disgusted face shouted at Ling Mufeng when he moved his foot and kicked Ling Mufeng's buttocks.

…………

Soon, half an hour passed in a hurry.

However, at this moment, Ling Mufeng still failed to condense the Heavenly Wing.

"I'm going to go! Didn't you learn things pretty quickly? What's going on with you today? Why, I haven't seen you for a few days, without the old man's persuasion, why have you become stupid again? What a fool who doesn't make people worry! ”

As he spoke, Jian Lao looked at Ling Mufeng in front of him in disbelief who continued to exert force, intending to give birth to wings.

"Am I not a fast learner? If I hadn't done this whole thing, I would have done it a long time ago! ”

Ling Mufeng, who was squatting and continuing to exert force on his back, shouted unhappily.

"I'm going to go! Did you eat this morning? The little fart child is not big, where do you have so many farts?! ”

"Where do I know-" Just when Ling Mufeng didn't finish speaking, he was cold, and with a loud "poof", Ling Mufeng ...... again Another fart......

"Woo Lu~"

With a strange sound, a spirit trembled, and Ling Mufeng, who was originally tense, collapsed again.

"I'm going!! What the hell, are you kidding me? Yes? Stinky imp?! ”

It seemed that he had reached the limit of patience, and the angry sword elder grabbed Ling Mufeng's collar in front of him while grinning and lifted him up.

Just as the old man of the sword shouted the word "little ghost", he suddenly grabbed Ling Mufeng, who was grabbed by him and lifted his feet off the ground, and pulled him close to him.

At this moment, the distance between Ling Mufeng and Jian Lao's faces was only a short inch distance.

Looking at this posture, the old sword under the anger had the intention of tearing this Ling Mufeng alive.

"Blame me. Farts like this, how can I control it, do you think I want to? I'm here, I'm not really unable to hold it back! ”

"Good! You can't hold it back, can you? Since you can't hold it back yourself! I'll help you hold it back, old man!! ”

As he spoke, the annoyed sword elder condensed a brown wooden stick five centimeters thick and half a foot long from the palm of his left hand, where his five fingers were suddenly bent.

"I wiped my tears! No way! I rub! ”

Seeing the wooden stick in Jian Lao's left hand, for a moment, Ling Mufeng, who was shocked by understanding Jian Lao's intentions, was frightened and chrysanthemum tightened, and at the same time, he was like a pig on the pig killing platform who knew that he was going to die, and fluttered his limbs frantically between howls.