The projectile smashed the energy arrow into two sections, and at the same time, it was also deviated from the original direction by the resistance, and the missile that was close at hand instantly stirred up blood flowers, and Wang Man's clothes on the shoulder blades turned red.

This is a magic bullet! Cast by a fourth-order spirit archer, it is the so-called embodiment of combining speed and liliang, and there is no shame in being defeated by the rapid kinetic energy pulse of magic energy.

This injury was nothing to Wang Man, but the shock to his heart was throbbing, and the temporary paralysis of his left shoulder missed the opportunity to pursue;

"The master of the Spirit Arrow Hall...... Weird. Wang Man looked at the injury and said to himself the origin of Jackson!

It was not too early to return to the Houshan warehouse, and the old man could see Wang Man's injury at a glance.

"Boy, how did you get hurt?" the old man walked briskly, his deep eyes fixed on the wound, and continued, "Thunderbolt." ”

Wang Man was stunned in his heart, he had indeed heard this name in the previous fight, and it was said by the mysterious man who escaped.

"Senior, how do you know?" asked Wang Man in surprise.

The old man seemed to be resting, thought for a moment and changed the topic with a smile, but just stretched out his hand and pointed at the shoulder blade, without breathing, the injury had healed, and he could not see any mutilation.

"Senior, just now someone was sneaking around in the woods behind him, and the disciple went up to ask him, and he was injured like this; the disciple suspected that he was a student of the Spirit Arrow Hall; ”

"Boy, you can't guess if you haven't seen the real face, and you can't easily slander, you can't determine his identity with a thunderbolt, you need to know that high-level magicians can use illusory attack forms. ”

Wang Man didn't know the meaning of the old man's words, and after listening to it, he also felt that it made sense, and when he looked back, there was no mysterious person who would make a move and wait for his identity to be revealed, perhaps he was misleading himself.

"The disciple knew that he was wrong. ”

The old man touched his unshaven beard and said with a relaxed expression: "Okay, okay, you can quickly pack your things and go back." ”

Well, the day after tomorrow is the martial arts conference, and it's time to go back and prepare.

"Disciple, go back and pack your luggage, by the way, aren't you going to participate?"

"Haha, but some of the shrimp soldiers' plays, the old man has no intention of participating; ”

I don't know Weishenme, Wang Man felt that the old man was too powerful at this moment, and even so strong that he had to live alone in the back mountain.

Wang Man walked a few steps and looked back at the old man, and it happened that the old man also looked at him with a complicated expression, and in an instant the old man's face became more serious, and then shouted in a deep voice: "Go." ”

Wang Man walked away sullenly, his heart was like an upside-down five-flavor bottle, and he didn't feel like a righteous hero, and the old man's actions looked exactly like the downfall of his mother Ji when he left Arenas.

Reluctantly, he continued to walk and walked to the front of the warehouse hall, when suddenly the old man behind him said, "Boy, you may ......."

Wang Man turned around and quickly turned back, and shouted from a distance of more than ten meters: "The kindness of the seniors is beyond the retribution, the disciples cannot be repaid, please allow the disciples to be honored as the seniors' uncle, and accept the disciple's gift from the disciple again." ”

The old man was dumbfounded when he heard this, the joy on the corner of his face suddenly retracted, and he stepped forward to stand in front of Wang Man, and his heart was even more overjoyed, after so many years, someone finally admitted the existence of his master's identity, although he was a young man who didn't know anything, but it was enough to comfort the old man for his long and bumpy life.

Wang Man also felt guilty, it was not rude for him to turn around and interrupt the old man's words, maybe it was the old man and the young in the mountains who analyzed each other's inner thoughts, or maybe the old man's words just now had a hidden meaning.

In general, Wang Man, as a junior, did this so that the old man avoided being ugly, and after kneeling down and performing the complicated and rigorous teacher's ceremony, it can be said that everyone was happy.

Wang Man happily went back to pick up the bags, and the old man sat alone outside the door, thinking a lot at this time.

Back in the day, the title of doctor was famous in China, the resurrection of the dead, the strength of the core trial potion, and the pursuit of medical career throughout his life; If it weren't for the poisoning incident of the trainees a hundred years ago, how could the old man be like this? If no one in the world is complacent, what is the use of the medicine no matter how high and powerful it is? Everything in the world has a counter-effect, and he only hates the greedy and unbridled people for destroying another trick of Shenzhou.

"Hey......" the old man hung his head and sighed, he couldn't bear to leave a significant contribution in the history of medicine, and he was even more reluctant to let this great achievement settle with him.

On this night, Wang Man fell asleep with great interest, and did not see the old man under the old tree outside the door, who was sprinkled with joy and brushwork, and moved his pen like a god; on the stone steps there was a brilliant "Picture of a Beauty", and the narration was written on an ancient poem......

The next day, Wang Man got up and was no longer in sight of the old man, and when he walked outside the door, he was immediately attracted by the bright brocade silk.

Looking around, he couldn't help but greet his old man aloud, and all that was answered was the rustling of the fallen leaves of the trees and the noise of the lonely place.

Open the brocade silk, a pair of exquisite and unrivaled beauty pictures thrilling in front of you, the three women in the drawings are sycophant, sometimes extraordinary, sometimes cold and glamorous, sometimes simple and unpretentious, sometimes moving like lotus flowers;

Wang Man didn't know the meaning, and he didn't have time to appreciate the beauty in the painting, but he saw four ancient poems, and he didn't know what was written on them, the font was crooked, and he moved as he wished, staring at it for a long time, and his posture kept changing, Zuihou was getting faster and faster, and the light in it gave off a soft light, Wang Man suddenly closed his eyes and burst into tears.

This is the old French, and the mentally retarded do not see the clue to it, but it seems that the font on it is not made recently, but a letter wrapped in brocade, which is simple and appalling, and at first glance it is written by an old man.

Wang Man cautiously opened the letter, this is the true thoughts and arrangements of the old-timers:

"Young man, when you read this letter, you will not zaijian the old man; the way of heaven is impermanent, and creation makes people; the glory of the old man's life has been buried by the world, and he has long had no nostalgia, and he only hates the art of medicine and has no words to pass on to future generations; even more gratifying and congratulatory to you have worshiped the old man as a teacher, and the old man has no regrets by people like you who are not greedy or impatient to control the vitality of the world! Boy, you can take a good look at the "Beauty Picture", which contains the old man's life's work, the right way of medicine, creating the world and saving people, everything is in it, you must keep it well, and then there is the medicine warehouse in the secret room of the bunker, and when you have a comprehension, you will be able to open the old man's energy lock, that is the treasure and the bane, do not let others steal, remember, remember! - Mengduo"

After reading this letter, Wang Man's heart was extremely sad, he had never known his life, did he say that he was lucky or that the old man was destined? Although he did not know the background of the old man before, now he only left one name; Mengduo, this name has become the life enlightener in Wang Man's heart, second only to Rodman!

Putting aside the intersection of emotions, Wang Man has never been able to see anything strange about this picture, it is obviously a picture, where is the alchemy arcane that Master Mengduo said hidden?

The in the sky weaves a delicate airspace, and the old man does not know where to go, there is no fun here, and in respect for his predecessors, Wang Man dropped the package and ran back and forth between the deep well and the compound.

It was getting late, and there were only two days left before the martial arts conference, and it was not until the warehouse was locked, until the water tank was overflowing, that the simple young man in the back mountain did not hit the road!

There is no doubt that the students of the Holy Martial Hall are the most accurate in terms of time, and this conference carries the self-esteem and personality of the entire Holy Martial Palace.

As early as four years ago, at the friendship party, they made a vow to each other, and the students in the hall were ready to win the championship with a bang.

In the Lingyun Pavilion, Haotian is mobilizing, this year's Holy Martial Hall can be described as a talent intensive; the number of third-order martial artists is already three, and the third-order martial artists and the fourth-order spirit masters have a good chance of winning; it can be said that such an opportunity is something that the Holy Martial Palace has been waiting for for for a full eight years, of course, this price is that other schools have more first-order students.

After the speech, Haotian clapped his hands to cheer up the students.

Nasus below had a sad face, saying that the king would come, and it was not too early!

Haotian said with a solemn face: "Children, if there are two more morning bells, it will be the much-anticipated martial arts conference; after many years of hard training, it is time to prove your strength to the academy; the preliminary number of places in our hall is determined to be five, Li Qing, Nasus, and Katzke are the top three, and the remaining two are voted for by everyone." ”

Speaking of voting, the following immediately fell into a burst of dense whispering, everyone, look at me, I look at you, everyone wants to get this opportunity to get ahead, but they don't want to recommend themselves to spoil the impression in Enshi's heart.

No one said anything for a while, and they tacitly acquitted each other but kept it secret, and they didn't choose the remaining two for a long time.

It can be said that apart from those three people, there is no third-order martial artist, Haotian knows that the pressure of the martial arts conference is fundamentally different from the ordinary competition, all the contestants will not have reservations for the sake of glory and future, Haotian who knows the general distribution of the students' strength well, will not let the students with poor strength be the cornerstone of other people's progress; this is the martial arts conference, an event in which every master will be sad and heartbroken!

Seeing that the whispers below could not be chosen, Haotian waved his hand and left angrily.

The departure of the teacher means that the election has come to an end, and the students are trembling and looking at each other for a while before parting unhappily.