"Wu Fan, what's wrong with you?Are you afraid of your mother's ......" Wanli and Wu Fan grew up together, Wu Fan did everything for his mother, "Actually, you are you, why do you have to think of your mother's vision in everything?"

"Because I only have my mother. Wu Fan replied woodenly.

Wan Li sat next to Wu Fan and reached out to put her arm around the latter's shoulder, "Of course I know." But I want you to be you, your mother is your mother, and she doesn't want you to repeat what she has walked through. By the way, don't worry, it's already like this, it's useless to worry. You go to change your clothes, I'll go through the discharge procedures, I'll take you to a place and play the piano and sing to you. ”

Every time Wu Fan was unhappy, Wanli would play the piano to him. In his memory, Wanli's piano sound is beautiful, it can hit his soul at once, resonate with his heart, make him feel immersive, and make him happy again.

......

Walking out of the hospital, the afternoon sun shone so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

As soon as Wu Fan and Wan Li walked out of the gate, the car was already waiting for them there.

Six men of different shapes and Cai Ling appeared in front of them, and they walked towards Wan Li and Wu Fan.

Wu Fan saw that he didn't know a few people, and his first reaction was to subconsciously take a small step forward to the 5th side, blocking Wanli behind him.

After the examination of the training class, although he was eliminated, Wu Fan gained a lot.

He learned how to use the power of thought, learned Xingyi Boxing, and also obtained the "" exercise, although the nine changes of Tianpeng are not finished, but he can be sure that this kind of exercise is a very powerful magic skill, profound and majestic, maybe he will not finish in his lifetime. Now he is no longer a rookie, he feels the majestic true qi from several people, two of them are above the seventh layer of true qi, far surpassing him. But when he remembered that he had fought with Dongfang Hong, who was a sixth-layer true qi, he was not afraid at all, not to mention that he could do anything to protect his woman.

This is not the first time Cai Ling has seen Wu Fan, she has been going back and forth every day in the hospital for the past few days, but what she saw was Wu Fan who was wrapped in rice dumplings, and this was the first time she had seen a real person.

She has investigated Wan Li and Wu Fei, but although Wu Fan in front of her is about the same size as Wu Fei, his skin is definitely not as white as Wu Fan, and his temperament is not as good as Wu Fan, but Cai Ling is ninety percent sure: Wu Fan is Wu Fei.

But she knew that Nangong Jian, the dignified No. 1 sword god in China, valued Wu Fan very much, Cai Ling guessed

She knew that Wu Fan was Wan Li's boyfriend and Wan Li's lover who was unwilling to betray her if she died, and at that time she thought that Wu Fan was a strange man full of heroic spirit, otherwise how could she let Wan Li fall in love with such an outstanding woman? But Wu Fan is a man who is slightly stronger than ordinary people, neither majestic nor magnificent, let alone a magnificent man. She didn't know where Wu Fan hit the heart of the goddess, was it because Wu Fan looked like Wu Fei?

"Xiaofan, these are all my friends. Sister Cai, he is Wu Fan. Wan Li didn't know how to tell Wu Fan about Jiuyinmen, but he felt that Wu Fan should get to know everyone first.

"How could Wan Li have so many friends who are masters of cultivating True Qi?" Wu Fan wondered in his heart, but still smiled at Cai Ling and the people behind her, "Sister Cai, friends!"

"Wu Fan, hello! Congratulations on your recovery and discharge from the hospital. I'm Miss Wanli's bodyguard, and we'll always see each other in the future. By the will of Nangong's seniors, please get in the car and we will send you home. ”

Cai Ling is dressed in professional attire, her posture is very polite, and her movements are also very elegant.

"Who is Senior Nangong?" Wu Fan had a lot of questions in his heart, but he knew that now was not the time to ask these questions.

"When you go home, you'll find out that old man is very interesting, and he lives at your uncle's house. ”

"If you live in my uncle's house, wouldn't you live with me......?" Wu Fan thought about it and knew that he must have only lived in the Shi family in the past few days, and since he could live in the Shi family, he was not an outsider.

......

When they arrived at Shi's house, only Wu Fan and Wan Li entered the door, and the rest of the people stayed outside the door.

As soon as he entered the door, Chen Xin called Wu Fan and Wan Li to the tea room.

In the tea room, Shi Guozhi was drinking tea with Nangong Jian.

Looking at Nangong Jian opposite Shi Guozhi, Wu Fan suddenly remembered the old man in the green shirt and robe who appeared in the stands during the match with Dongfanghong Ring that day, according to the above description, Wu Fan could be sure that this person was Nangong Jian.

"Uncle Shi, is there any news of my mother?" Wu Fan asked Shi Guozhi directly.

I didn't expect Wu Fan to be so urgent, Shi Guozhi smiled slightly, and beckoned to Wu Fan: "Xiao Fan, this is the senior of Nangong Sword, if you want to know the news of your mother, just ask him." ”

Wu Fan bowed slightly to Nangong Jian, "Nangong seniors are good!"

"Don't worry, son, sit down first! we're meeting for the second time, and it's time to do it. Nangong Jian said, pointing to an envelope on the tea table, "This is given to you by your mother, read it." ”

Wu Fan sat down on the chair next to Shi Guozhi, glanced at the "Wu Fan's two words" on the envelope, and was indeed his mother's handwriting, then picked it up, opened the envelope, took out the letter paper and unfolded it, and looked at it.

"Son, people haven't been going well, I know about the game, and my mother didn't expect you to improve so much. Through this competition, you must know what you are missing from others. Now go to the Dragon Court, you are still far away. It's all because your mother is not good, she always wants to hone your mind, and neglects the cultivation of techniques. Grandpa Nangong is my mother's senior, even if your father says that he is the only one in Huaxia, I hope you will worship him as a teacher and learn Hongchen. As long as you can become a teacher, you will definitely be able to join the Dragon Court. ”

Hongchen? Now is no longer the era of cold weapons, assault sniper machine guns, high-power howitzers, and high-kill shotguns...... Isn't it better than a sword?

Wu Fan looked at Nangong Jian, very heartfelt, but he didn't say anything.

"Child, don't you want to worship me as a teacher?" Nangong Jian waited for a while, and saw that Wu Fan didn't say anything. This letter was written by Yang Fuqin in front of him, and he knew the contents of it. It stands to reason that Wu Fan should have expressed something, thinking of such a demonic comprehension, a genius who can comprehend at the age of twenty, if he doesn't worship under his door, it will be a tyrannical thing.

"Mom asked me to worship you as a teacher, there must be her reason, and Longting is also my ambition, so I will not disobey my mother's orders. But I'd love to know what Red Dust is, and if it can be faster than it can be bounced?"

Wu Fan looked at Nangong Jian who was sitting five feet away with a smile on his face, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes. He originally wanted to compare Hongchen with Tianpeng Jiuchang, but when he thought of such a bizarre boxing technique, it must be very rare, it was his secret, and it was better not to let people know.

"Yo, this is to assess me!" Nangong Jian was suspected by Wu Fan, but instead of being angry, he kept nodding his head and said to Shi Guozhi: "Xiao Shi, give Xiao Fan the gun." ”

Shi Guozhi didn't hesitate, stood up and walked out of the tea room.

After a while, Shi Guozhi handed a U.S. military-standard pistol M9 to Wu Fan's hand.

"M9, the favorite of the US special forces. Wu Fan shook the body of the gun in his hand, quickly removed the magazine, saw that there were eight rounds in the magazine, and then filled the magazine into the magazine. Looking at Nangong Jian suspiciously, "What are you doing with a gun?"

"Shoot me. Nangong Jian leaned on the back of the chair, holding a small purple sand teacup in one hand, looking at Wu Fan with a smile, and tapping the armrest of the mahogany chair rhythmically with the middle finger and index finger of the other hand, as if he didn't take this as a thing at all, and said indifferently to Shi Guozhi, Chen Xin and Wan Li: "Everyone else goes out." ”

"Shooting? ”

Wu Fan didn't seem to understand Nangong Jian's words, the speed of the gun reached nearly one meter per second, it didn't take 0.1 seconds from the time he pulled the trigger to the target one and a half meters away, if you calculated the time from the muzzle to the target, it was only 0.005 seconds, such a short time, even the gods couldn't react, is this old man conceited? What if something goes wrong?

"Yes, you can shoot in bursts or in single shots. Can't shoot? Or are you afraid of shooting my old man to death and don't dare to shoot?" Nangong Jian said this, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "My old man has lived to be more than eighty years old, and he has found a gun that can kill me." ”

Shi Guozhi, who was on the side, also smiled, "Xiao Fan, do you really think you can hurt Nangong seniors? Shoot, you can use all the bullets in the magazine." ”

"Really, how can you hide at such a close distance?" Wu Fan still didn't believe it, he glanced at Wan Li who walked out of the door of the tea room.

Wan Li looked dazed, she had seen the gecko swimming wall sound wave gong before, and she was already doubting the common sense of the subject she had once learned in school.

"Do I need to hide? I have the courage to take a gun, but I don't have the courage to shoot, are you a policeman?" Nangong Jian squeaked and drank the tea in the cup, "I have seen your father, he is not afraid of heaven and earth, even if you are the immortal emperor, it is absolutely unambiguous to make a move, are you him?"

Wu Fan knew that this was a radical method, and it was also full of contempt. Over the years, he has long been accustomed to people talking to him in this way, but when it comes to his father, Wu Fan is not convinced.

"Okay!" Wu Fan kicked the floor with his legs, the stool slid back two meters, and the back of the chair happened to lean against the wall without a little impact. At the same time, Wu Fan's right arm was decisively raised, his left hand quickly opened the bolt, his fingers gently and continuously hooked the trigger, and the M9 pistol drew a dotted line in the air, and the eight very dull gunshots shook the window glass of the tea room.

With eight tricky corners, the bullet pounced on the Nangong sword outside the meter at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

In the power of thought, Wu Fan locked on the eight bullets, only to "see" the phantom of the bullet flew to a foot away from Nangong Jian's body, and suddenly eight invisible swords appeared in front of the bullet, and the eight swords seemed to predict the location of the bullets, and appeared exactly where they should appear, and the eight bullets hit it head-on, as if hitting the compressed cotton layer, immediately ending the momentum of the forward rush, squeaking in the air and spinning, but unable to advance a single cent.

In Wu Fan's mental power, he clearly saw that what was blocking the bullet was a sword composed of energy, that kind of energy was not true qi, giving people a powerful and awe-inspiring slaughter, and there was also a kind of momentum.

According to Wu Fan's cognition, the 9mm bullet used by the M9 pistol has a strong momentum, and he doesn't know if the nine-layer true qi can be blocked, but the seven-layer true qi is absolutely unstoppable.

Wu Fan was sure that it was an energy that surpassed the true qi, and in the dark he remembered the cyan mist around the mysterious black and white ball on his chest.

The cyan mist was light and elegant, and the invisible little sword of Nangong Sword was fierce and cold, with an indomitable momentum.

However, in perception, the two are the same level of energy, but they have different abilities.

Wu Fan was not only shocked, but also surprised.

Seeing that the other party was so confident before, he knew that the other party could block eight bullets, but his shooting speed had reached the limit of human beings, and the eight bullets had been staggered from side to side, but people seemed to be controlling with their minds, and their feelings were quite keen, and they had already surpassed the limits of human beings.

But what shocked him was definitely not that the other party blocked the eight bullets, but that he could be sure that the cyan energy could be controlled by the other party, and if he followed him, he would be able to control that cyan mist. He didn't speak, he was savoring the eight invisible little swords, wanting to imprint them deeply into his memory.

Nangong Jian smiled, raised his hand and waved his hand gracefully, and the eight bullets were obediently grasped by him in the palm of his hand, this time was just a blink of an eye, as if the eight bullets were grabbed by Nangong Jian in the palm of his hand.

Bang Bang ......

Nangong Jian arranged eight bullets on the tea table one by one, forming a "sword" lying horizontally.

Outside the door of the tea room, Chen Xinwanli and Shi Guozhi all looked at this scene.

Just like watching a fantasy movie, Chen Xin was dumbfounded, she knew that her husband's friends were all mysterious, who knew that he had such a fairy-like ability, and the scene was more shocking than watching a movie to dodge.

Wan Li was fascinated, she knew that Grandpa Nangong was a great cultivator, but she didn't expect to be able to catch eight bullets, could it be that after I have cultivated, I can also do it?

Shi Guozhi's face was indifferent, others could not know who Nangong Jian was, he knew, he had already known this result. But he really didn't expect that after less than a month, Wu Fan's marksmanship had reached perfection, and even he, a person who had touched the gun for more than 20 years, couldn't find a flaw.

Although Shi Guozhi had seen Wu Fan shoot on the board, he knew that the latter's accuracy was very high. I didn't expect the latter's marksmanship to be so good, and his movements were elegant, like an antelope hanging its horns. The trajectory of the muzzle of the gun and the point of the gun are difficult to fathom, this is definitely an eight-shot that an old bird who has touched the gun for ten years cannot shoot.

"How did you practice this little one? It took him ten years to use it, but it only took him ten days, how high of understanding and qualifications does this need?"

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