Chapter 173

trade

"Take it out!" said to Gossel, although the old nobleman's tone was quite soft, but it was also relative. www.biquge.info Seeing that he was still a little unwilling, and looked like he wanted to try it again, the old nobleman immediately turned pale and said with his hands. "Your father asked me to train for you, but I didn't wait for you to go on vacation!"

Gossel just wanted to say two sentences, but the face of the old nobleman, that temper softened at once, and he reluctantly compromised after muttering a few words. "Alas, what are you doing, I can't give it to you. ”

I didn't see the old nobleman go by, but as soon as he raised his finger slightly, the breeze beads suddenly flew out of Gossel's palm and fell into his sleeve.

"Uh...... If nothing else is wrong with me, let's go first!" Morey watched from the side, his eyes jumping, his mind racing, and he came to a conclusion that it was the best policy. As he spoke, he hurriedly said goodbye, turned around and left.

Now he is ruthless enough that his legs and feet are not dexterous, and he really can't run fast on crutches! Seeing that Morey actually wanted to run, the old nobleman turned his head to look at him and snorted coldly.

A terrible pressure enveloped us! This pressure was like the restraint of the throat wind. Morey stiffened suddenly, shocked to find that his body was uncontrollable and couldn't even move.

Facing the old nobleman's gaze, Morey couldn't help but swallow his saliva and nodded reluctantly. Although the old nobleman didn't say a word, there was obviously a warning in his eyes - you can run two more steps and try?!

Stopped struggling, the pressure on his body slowly dissipated, and Morey looked at the old nobleman with a wry smile, really not daring to run around.

"If you are allowed to plant windward flowers, you don't want results. How did I teach you before!It's only been a few days, don't tell me you've forgotten!" said the old nobleman, and pointed to the half-blooming windward flower.

"Everything has to start from the basics, even the simplest wind power can't be controlled, what can you expect to achieve in the future, don't embarrass your father!"

With the fingers of the old nobleman, a wisp of wind suddenly appeared, gently brushing on the windward flower, and the flower branches trembled.

The old nobleman looked casual, moving his fingers slightly, as if adjusting the wind. Under his manipulation, the wind soon reached almost perfect intensity. Seeing that the windward flower immediately unfolded slowly, the speed seemed to be faster than that of the breeze bead.

This made Morey very unbelievable.

You must know that the Breeze Bead is a magic carving product that specifically controls the air flow, as long as it is injected with spiritual power, it can immediately have a stable wind power, and the operation is extremely simple.

No matter how strong a person is, it is impossible to be more stable than a machine, this is almost an iron law. But what the old nobleman is doing now is basically equivalent to rubbing that iron law, throwing it into the trash can, and spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm by the way.

I have never heard of anyone who can manipulate the wind so steadily, and God knows how many years of hard training it takes to have such precise control.

"It's okay if you don't train your basic skills well, but you still blow it with your mouth, it's a joke!" said the old nobleman, frowning. "Have you ever seen someone who trained with his mouth, why don't he fan it?"

"yes, I didn't think of that!" Gossel's eyes lit up, and he had a look of sudden enlightenment. But the old nobleman was so angry that his forehead was bruised, and Gossel immediately shut up in fright.

"I'll give you three days! If you can't hand over the two windward flowers at that time, I don't care what your background is, no matter who it is, you have to get out!" The old nobleman was also very angry, shook his hand angrily interrupted the magic, turned around and left.

"Huh?" Gossel couldn't help but exclaim. "Two flowers in three days, how is that possible! You told me to blow flowers from here...... Oh no, train the basics! What's the use of training this, why don't you teach me a few cool nirvana!"

"I've never asked for things that can't be done, as for the nirvana, hmph! With your perseverance, it's enough to learn a scrambled egg, in my eyes, even if you give it five hundred years, most of you won't be able to learn any powerful moves!"

Let's go!

The strong turquoise blue air flow went in all directions, but when it blew in front of Gossel, it was counteracted by an same air current, and Gossel seemed to be stimulated by the old nobleman's words, and he screamed in anger. "Wow, yes, say I can't learn it in five hundred years!? I'm so angry, aren't it just two broken flowers, wait for me, and I'll get it out for you in a day!"

But then Gossell was suddenly stunned and glanced around. "Hey, where is Big Brother Boent......"

There's still Morey here.

"Was it taken away by the old man?" Gossel muttered, scratching his head. "He'll be fine, that old man is inhuman......"

......

Morey only felt that he was being caught, and in an instant he rushed into the sky, and then fell back into the valley at a terrible speed, causing him to scream in fright. But the process was so fast that before he could utter a word, the man was mercilessly thrown into the grass and planted on his back to the sky.

Fortunately, the grass was soft enough and not injured, which shows that the old nobleman was also merciful.

But Morey's heart was rippling-

Flying!

This old man is at least a high-level wind magician!

"Don't pretend to be dead, you dare to lie to my students, how do you say to repay you?" the old nobleman sneered and looked at it with his hands folded.

I really didn't mean to!!Morey cried with a sad face, how can this posture be repaid, it won't be to beat me violently!?

This old man is obviously strong and terrifying, and if he really wants to fight hard, he can't be an opponent at all. Although it was not intentional, what happened before is indeed a fact - how to explain the situation of deceiving other students as soon as they went out!

"Uh......" If you encounter any powerful murderers and bandits, Morey will naturally say that he will try his best, but now this matter is indeed a bastard who does it himself, and he has no confidence to do it.

"Needless to say, I don't care about that. The old nobleman said.

Morey was on the verge of crying.

"Let me explain! I ......"

"This bead," surprisingly, the old nobleman did not mean to rush up and beat the two legs into three sticks. He sat down on the stone bench in the garden and said calmly. "You made this bead?"

"I really didn't mean to...... Huh?" Hearing the old nobleman say this, Morey couldn't help but be stunned.

"I haven't been out and about for a long time," said the old nobleman calmly, and Morey looked at his face carefully. "The last time I went out, there was no such delicate little thing on the big lu. ”

The old nobleman said, playing with the breeze bead. "Magic carving, at that time, was still a branch system that did not enter the stream, and I didn't pay much attention to it, but I didn't expect it to develop to this point today. ”

Not sure what he wants to say!

"Rashly trying to break through, my mental power was torn apart, and I didn't know whether to say that I was too bold or too stupid. While he was speculating wildly in Morey's heart, he saw the corners of the old nobleman's mouth curl up a little, and suddenly showed a strange smile. "If you suffer such a trauma, you may not be able to recover within three or five years, and if you are unlucky, you may not be able to reach the third order in this life. I've lived for so many years, and I've never seen such a reckless stupid. Of course, it could also be that you were forced by the situation at the time and were forced to rush!"

"But anyway, that's how it turned out. You should know in your own heart that what I am saying is the truth. Every time the old nobleman said a word, Morey's face was a little lower, and the old guy's words were smashed in Morey's heart, and his expression couldn't help but look ugly.

"What do you want to say, Mr. Wendick?"

"How can the young man be so easily moved?" said the old nobleman without hurry. "I just want to make a deal with you. ”