Chapter Twenty-Eight: Meeting the Old Man

"What's the matter, I stepped in and turned around and left?" The masked woman slowly approached and glanced at Yuan Yi.

"I didn't know you were so strong, I did it too much." Yuan Yi never thought that he was kind-hearted, and it didn't matter if he wasn't recognized, he still had this attitude.

The masked woman tossed Yuan Yi a badge with a statue of a saint on it. Yuan Yi subconsciously caught it, and looked at the masked woman blankly, not understanding what it meant.

"With this badge, as long as you are not a person who offends the royal family in the entire Orke Empire, if you are in trouble, take out this badge to ensure that you will turn evil into good fortune. By the way, how old are you? Although the masked woman did not take off her veil, her beauty was still difficult to hide, and she exuded fragrance everywhere she went.

"Twelve." Yuan Yi also did not hide it at all, and said it happily.

"It's really a hero out of a teenager, so young, you can have such a cultivation. I'm just four years older than you, and for your sake of helping me today, I'll call you my brother. The masked woman deliberately touched Yuan Yi's chin provocatively and said with a smile.

"Can I say no?" Yuan Yi doesn't want to be so unclear and unclear about multiple sisters, no one will believe it!

"No, you can only accept it." After the masked woman finished speaking, she jumped onto the wall in one leap and prepared to leave.

"And what's your name?" Yuan Yi also shouted casually, after all, the meeting in Pingshui may be just a joke from someone else.

The masked woman did not answer, and walked away with a light leap.

Yuan Yi was wandering aimlessly on the street, and suddenly threw a bottle of wine at him from the second floor of the restaurant, and Yuan Yi caught it. He looked upstairs, it happened to be the uncle who was competing with him in the auction hall that day, the beard on his face had not changed, and unlike that day, he was wearing a dark blue dress today.

Yuan Yi walked up to the second floor of the restaurant and saw a table of wine on the table. Yuan Yi thought to himself, how good this is, so many empty bottles are not drunk yet.

"You can have a good body, you can react, can you drink?" The middle-aged man also looked at the twelve-year-old boy in front of him with a provocative expression.

"I can drink a little." Yuan Yi was also sitting opposite him, thinking that he hadn't eaten lunch anyway, good guy on the table, the whole chicken and the whole plate of beef hadn't been touched yet, just enough to fill his stomach.

"Boss, let's have another pair of dishes and chopsticks, and two more bottles of aging." The middle-aged man shouted with alcohol.

Yuan Yi tore a chicken leg first, and then lay on the table to gnaw it.

"It's been ten years, I didn't expect to return to my hometown." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he poured a large sip of wine into his stomach.

Yuan Yi only heard the sadness in his words, but he didn't understand why. So he symbolically poured a small glass of wine and clinked glasses with the middle-aged man.

"Uncle, come, drink."

"You kid, you're pretty polite."

The middle-aged man lifted the spear beside him, and Yuan Yi fixed his eyes on it, this was not the Flame Phoenix Spear that ranked eleventh in the gun spectrum. The spear head sparked, and stabbed straight at Yuan Yi. Yuan Yi summoned the Gentian Bright Silver Spear and was about to block it, but it was still knocked away. Yuan Yi got up, already holding two guns in his hands, it seemed that the middle-aged man was testing Yuan Yi's martial arts foundation.

The middle-aged man kicked the tail of the gun, and the entire body of the gun burst into flames and flew towards Yuanyi. The middle-aged man was drinking wine and eating beef, and the gun seemed to have spirituality, constantly attacking Yuan Yi.

"Gunslinger? What a powerful cultivation. Yuan Yi used his whole body at this time, but the spear was menacing, and Yuan Yi could only deal with it in embarrassment.

The middle-aged man took the flaming phoenix spear back and put it back on his stool. It seems to recall some unhappy things, and I pour wine one after another.

"Ghost King marksmanship, one of the three gun generals of the year's self-created marksmanship. It seems that you have a deep knowledge of the true tradition, and your marksmanship is very refined! The middle-aged man couldn't help but boast, because the young man in front of him had achieved something that he shouldn't have at his age.

"It's okay, it's just that I'm lucky, and I learn faster than others." Yuan Yi also sat back on the table.

"Boy, in terms of marksmanship, you are in the same age, and I believe that there are less than three in the entire continent that can beat you. Are you interested in being my apprentice, I'm very optimistic about you. The middle-aged man also looked at Yuan Yi, hoping to hear his answer.

"This..." Yuan Yi was a little hesitant in his heart, because the person in front of him was not very familiar after all.

"Boy, what are you struggling with, although you are the heir of the Ghost King's marksmanship, do you know who I am? I learned from the God of Guns, don't you want to learn the marksmanship Supreme God marksmanship? The middle-aged man also confidently said his origin.

Yuan Yi was shocked: The uncle in front of him was actually his grandfather's apprentice, it was really too coincidental. Although I really want to learn, it seems that I can only keep my distance, since grandpa said that I can't mention it to anyone, then I can only say nothing, otherwise I will really regret it if I leak grandpa's whereabouts.

"Forget it, it still doesn't work. I have low qualifications, so don't waste all your hard work. Yuan Yi hurriedly excused himself.

The middle-aged man was also surprised, full of doubts, after all, many people wanted to teach him, and he didn't bother to teach them. But after a while, he was no longer stunned, sat in his seat, and began to tell his story to Yuan Yi.

It turned out that the middle-aged man's original name was He Bangming, and he was the third apprentice of the spear god Yuan Ao. The spear god Yuan Ao has accepted three apprentices in his life, and the eldest apprentice Xiong Wenjie is now retired to the mountains and forests, and there has been no news in the past ten years. The second apprentice betrayed the master in the chaos back then, took refuge in the royal family, and is now the second-ranked spear saint Tang Yao in the Oak Empire. At present, the new three guns of the Oak Empire are Gun Immortal - Liu Zongnan, Gun Saint - Tang Yao, and Gun King - Zhang Hui, after the turmoil that year, Yuan Ao was wanted and hunted down by the Empire, and he also lost confidence in this corrupt royal family, so he left the Oak Empire and went to the Nadine Empire. And He Bangming is also the most ordinary of the three apprentices, so he teaches in the best school in the Nadine Empire.

In fact, Yuan Yi really wanted to ask more about his grandfather, and he might also know the news of his parents. But now he understands that his biggest enemy is the royal family of the Orc Empire, and now that he can hide it, don't make trouble!

I still want to be stronger, so I must enter the three major academies, so that I can know that I am qualified to know more about the things of the year.

Yuan Yi clenched his fists under the table, telling himself that he had to work harder to cultivate.

"Mei Ruo, why do you love him so much, but you don't care about me. But if he really loves you, how can he abandon you? He Bangming slapped the table and poured wine.

"Uncle, who is Mei Ruo, is he your rival?" Yuan Yi deliberately approached and asked.

He Bangming pushed Yuan Yi's head away with his push, "Little brat, what do you know?" ”

"Why don't you understand, I also like a girl, but I know she doesn't like me, and I quit too, what's the matter." When Yuan Yi said this, he also took a sip of wine.

"Haha, don't say it, I'm sad when I say it." He Bangming laughed.