C10 Do You Want Me to Become a Swordsman

Chen Feng's expression was as calm as a stone.

At any moment, the bullets were like a fierce wind. No matter how strong the bullets were, they would be riddled with holes. They were all aimed at the danger first. Slash!

He also held Su Wanwan's hand tightly.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be nervous. We are kind people, and we won't hurt you. The silver spear in our hand is just a piece of vegetable with only chopsticks and chopsticks."

This voice was extremely strange. Just now, it seemed to have come from the distant sea of clouds, from the top of the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, it was clear and real. It sounded by his ears like he had woken up from a dream.

At this time, behind the tree, a barefoot Daoist priest with a sword in hand appeared.

Chen Feng turned his head and looked at him. His clothes were tattered, and there was a yellow grain of rice at the corner of his mouth. There was a green gourd at his waist.

He was in the middle of his life. His beard was very long and his appearance was sloppy. The sword in his hand was black... the stone sword was very strange.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be afraid. We just happened to meet when we passed by this place. It can be considered fate."

The swordsman grinned at himself. He had two missing front teeth, and there were slight wrinkles on his face. However, he was very kind.

"Mm."

Chen Feng nodded. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood up. He placed the Dietary Capsule Revolver behind him.

"Of course. The reason why I told you to be at ease is also very simple. I can see that you don't have any Yuan energy killing intent from your body. You must be an ordinary mortal."

"We have long since used our Sword Qi like the wind and killed you like ants. Therefore, there is no need to worry. It is impossible for us to have any ill intentions towards you."

The impoverished swordsman held a sword in his hand and had a strange and colorful smile on his face. However, he sat down beside Chen Feng.

It was unknown where he took out a tattered piece of cloth. When he unfolded it, a few bright red fruits were placed inside.

"The journey is long. I'm sure you're thirsty. Why don't you try it?"

That ragged swordsman didn't care about Chen Feng at all. His hand, which was covered in mud, grabbed one and started to bite it.

His hands were not dirty. Instead, it looked like he was tired of traveling.

The juice flowed down his mouth. He ate to his heart's content in the hot weather.

From the beginning to the end, it was this strange and impoverished swordsman who nagged at him. Chen Feng only looked at him. His eyes narrowed, and there was an undetectable cold glint in his eyes.

Chen Feng stood by the side and pinched Elf girl Su Wanwan's little hand, hinting that she should not speak first and let him deal with everything himself.

That Elf girl was very smart. After she understood, she stood behind Chen Feng with an obedient look and quietly placed the black iron revolver in his palm.

"Hey, don't even think about it. You are just a secular Chen, a mortal, and you are also very scheming... If I tell you to eat the fruit, would you be afraid that I will poison you? This is really sad. Killing you... is like stepping on an ant... "

The impoverished swordsman showed an expression of disdain and pride...

Kacha!

"Are you f * cking crazy? Ah?!"

Chen Feng could no longer bear it any longer. He let out a furious roar, and the Dietary Capsule Revolver in his hand struck out with lightning speed!

It directly hit that fellow's head!

At the same time, the other black iron revolver in Chen Feng's hand let out a loud shout! He aimed at that big tree and shot!

A black bullet hole instantly appeared on the trunk of the old tree, piercing through it!

From that hole, one could see that the Skylark was playing with the ten thousand insects.

"Uh... this..."

The swordsman, who was in dire straits, stood where he was. His whole body was stiff and his mouth was wide open. The fruits in his mouth were stuck in his throat. It was only after a while that he swallowed them with great difficulty.

Gulp!

Beads of sweat trickled down his face. He looked embarrassed.

"So it's a master!! An expert! It's comparable to a Kunpeng spreading its wings and spreading its wings for thousands of miles! Immortals are usually hidden in the mortal world. Fellow Daoist is a dragon bone golden body, an elusive heavenly deity! "

The impoverished swordsman stuttered, and his sallow face turned red with excitement." Uh... And... "

The swordsman paused and said awkwardly, "Little brother, I, am more straightforward..."

Chen Feng laughed in his heart. He could be considered... a somewhat cute swordsman.

Suddenly, he felt that this guy in front of him was as delicate as a little girl who was frightened by others.

"My dog eyes do not recognize Mount Tai. I hope that, my king... will spare my life."

That swordsman looked at Chen Feng with eager eyes, not daring to move.

"Alright, go to the side! Damn it, I've never heard of it. Don't disturb the flirting between husband and wife? You bastard, you just don't know how to look. You're courting death."

Chen Feng laughed in his heart. His expression was cold. At the same time, he used one hand to hold Su Wanwan's small waist. It made her blush.

"Scram to the side. Pretending to be a master in front of men!"

"Hey, hey, okay!"

The arrogant swordsman, who was originally in a state of poverty and ragged clothing, was now thirty thousand miles away. His eyebrows were all lowered, and he looked like a grandson. His tone was glib as he called out to his grandfather.

Chen Feng was quite unhappy in his heart. This guy's eyes were not sharp before. He glanced at Su Wanwan, who was beside him, and he had a rather perverted taste.

He wanted to shoot him!

He estimated that it was probably only half of the road and did not have any ability at all. He acted like a wolf with a big tail and scared those ordinary people who had beautiful wives.

Taking the opportunity, he took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the situation. He called himself a lecher who was dissolute and dissolute.

However, who was this father, Chen Feng?

Damn it, back then, he was the head of the hooligans who shook the north street. How many girls had thrown themselves into his arms? Now it's your turn, do you like to get a seat?

I want to die, I guess!

...

Three minutes later...

"F * ck, tap lightly!"

Chen Feng blew his beard and widened his eyes. He held the revolver in his hand and held a stalk of dogtail grass in his mouth. The sword artist who was as arrogant as an eagle beside him was really envious. He gave himself... a massage.

He looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears. He had a pitiful look on his face.

Su Wanwan, who was beside him, had a small red face and was trying her best to hold back her laughter.

"Hey, hey."

That poor fellow, with shifty eyes, hurriedly agreed. He carefully massaged Chen Feng's legs and his movements became much lighter.

"Hey, this is the life of a swordsman..."

Chen Feng laid down comfortably and stretched his body. He had a comfortable expression on his face as he thought to himself.

Should he really become a swordsman in Alien Realm?

How free and unfettered.

"Brother... brother, be careful, be careful, that iron guy with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth"

The impoverished swordsman who was massaging Chen Feng's legs looked at the revolver in his hand. The muzzle of the gun moved along with his stretching movements. His face turned green, afraid that he would lose his life.

"You're amazing, stop hammering. Look at you, you're not even a sword artist. You deserve to be in dire straits, not just to stop clothes."

Chen Feng looked at that guy helplessly.

"Sister-in-law, do you want to massage your legs...?"

That guy shrunk his head back as if he was still drooling over Su Wanwan's beauty.

"This weapon of mine is as far as the road to hell. Hurry up and whip..."

Chen Feng casually pressed down the muzzle of the gun and aimed at the head of the impoverished swordsman. He suddenly stared and said, "I think you still want to die!"

"Fuck, she doesn't need it. Even if she needs it, she can only let me massage her legs. Do you understand? You can try and get one centimeter closer to her! !"

Chen Feng almost roared in anger. With a loud shout, he fired another shot at the sword artist's head.

The bird was startled.

"Ai, Ai, brother, I understand!"

The sword artist who was in dire straits ran away like a wisp of smoke. His feet were covered with oil and he instantly pulled more than ten meters away from Su Wanwan who was beside him. It was as if at this moment, she was a beautiful woman, like the God of Plagues...