mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 817 The Crazy Old Man

"The rookie who was beaten out, don't do this and that." Xiao Feng said contemptuously, opened the door and walked into the heavily surrounded ward.

I saw an old man sitting on the hospital bed.

He was haggard, with long silver-gray hair hanging over his shoulders, holding three bamboo sticks in front of his eyes with blood stained hands, muddy tears flowed from his eyes, and his expression was dull.

From the image point of view, it is indeed no different from a lunatic.

"hehehehehehehehe."

The old man laughed without emotion like dementia.

Xiao Feng frowned, looked at the three bamboo sticks, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

That is the old man in the ward, who has some kind of connection with the Taoist priest who asked Wang Tiezhu to draw lots.

Maybe it's the same sect, or it's a master and apprentice who are closer.

Let the dying people draw lots for divination, the key lies in the four characters "dying people".

It can be natural death, but it can also be man-made.

"God's will! God's will!" The old man suddenly knelt down on the ground, looked up at the ceiling and said, "This is really going to kill me..."

After finishing speaking, his eyes suddenly turned to Xiao Feng: "The sky wants me to die, so even if I die, I will try my best to bring as many people as possible to be buried with me.

You are honored, lad, to die with me. "

"What are you..."

Xiao Feng originally wanted to say "Are you sick?", but after thinking about it, he found that this question was basically nonsense.

Who is a normal person who cries and laughs, and drags someone to be buried with him?
"You said that the sky let you die, I think it's funny, but the sky let you die, so you just go and die?" Xiao Feng's face was calm, but he had secretly raised his vigilance.

While guarding against the opponent's sudden attack, he looked for opportunities to see if he could sneak attack.

The old man shook his head and laughed: "Young man, are you afraid that you have read too many novels? Haven't you heard of God's will?

I know that I will die today, and I cannot hide from it. "

Xiao Feng continued to question: "God's will is hard to disobey, but it's just hard to disobey, and it didn't say that it must never be disobeyed.

Isn't there such a saying, as long as the thinking does not slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

How about I show you a clear way? "

"Oh?" The old man said with great interest, "Tell me about it."

Xiao Feng said with a serious face: "It's actually very simple, you turn your head, jump out of the window, and leave the hospital all the way east.

Because the east is the place where the rising sun appears, and it contains infinite vitality.

After running for about twenty miles, you can see a temple built on the mountainside.

If you choose to walk up the mountain, take a step, and knock your head on the ground, you must be pious.

When you get to the gate of the temple, you knock on the gate with the blood from your forehead. After entering, you kneel in the main hall. After tomorrow, you will naturally escape the disaster. "

This is of course nonsense, Xiao Feng didn't even know if there was a temple built halfway up the mountain, but he didn't really point out the way for the other party, if he could fool the old man, his goal would be considered accomplished.

"Hehe, you are too immature to mention this in front of me." The old man sneered, "I wanted to give you some time to confess your last words, but now it seems that you have no chance."

After speaking, he picked up the whisk placed on the hospital bed, quickly approached Xiao Feng, and flung it over forcefully.

Xiao Feng, who had been vigilant for a long time, immediately raised his right hand, his five fingers were slightly bent, showing an arc, as if he wanted to grab the old man's whisk.

"Fuck!"

The moment Xiao Feng touched the whisk, his right hand retracted instantly, densely packed dots appeared on the palm, and fine blood beads slowly seeped out.

The old man's whisk was not as soft as it looked, but as hard as a steel needle.

If the mistake is to stop in time, Xiao Feng's palm may be pierced with countless small holes!

"Not bad, the response is pretty fast. When you reach the "bottom", you can be my main force." The old man nodded in satisfaction, as if the leader found a talent that could be used.

Xiao Feng rubbed his hands together, and quietly touched the Leiwen Steel in the back pocket of his clothes.

"Don't do those little tricks, think I'm blind?" The old man had no expression on his face, and charged forward again, poking the whisk out.

Xiao Feng quickly took out the Leiwen steel, and shouted: "Look at the scoop!"

The old man didn't hold back, immediately retracted his whisk, stepped back three steps in a row, stared at the Thunder Steel in Xiao Feng's hand, and asked in surprise, "Is there lightning inside?"

Xiao Feng was a little surprised, this was the first time Lei Wengang was recognized by someone.

Of course, this also has something to do with the low number of uses.

The only thing that puzzled Xiao Feng was that the other party only said "with thunder and lightning", but did not directly say Lei Wengang's name.

Could it be seen through the lines covering the surface of the thunder-grain steel?
While thinking about it, the old man's attack struck again, and the whisk flew towards Xiao Feng's face to block his sight, and at the same time flew out with a kick, hitting Xiao Feng's lower abdomen.

"boom!"

After a muffled sound, Xiao Feng hit the wall behind him directly, and couldn't help coughing for a while.

He finally understood why Hua Ling couldn't win the other party, because the old man was really strong, although his movements were not difficult, but his fighting awareness and timing were really amazing!
After a successful blow, the old man didn't give Xiao Feng a chance to catch his breath, and repeated the previous action again, using the whisk as a feint, and then hitting with his limbs.

However, the feint here is not used in the general sense of feint.

Xiao Feng is sure that as long as he dares to ignore the oncoming whisk, the feint will immediately turn into an assist, and he will be disfigured even if he does not die.

"I'll fuck you!" Xiao Feng yelled, and the Lei Wen Steel in his hand was spinning in front of him indiscriminately, forcing the old man back temporarily, buying time to catch his breath.

"Whoosh!"

There was a sharp breaking wind.

And almost at the same time, an arrow directly penetrated the wooden door, spinning and shooting towards the old man.

Xiao Feng knew that arrow, it was written by Hua Ling.

However, the old man was not flustered, he swung the whisk almost subconsciously, caught the arrow, and then used his strength to throw it away, deviated from the original trajectory.

"puff!"

The arrow got stuck in the wall, and its tail trembled wildly.

"Can you be on time?" Xiao Feng shouted towards the door.

"You do what you want!" Hua Ling said angrily, "It really doesn't hurt to stand and talk!"

As soon as the words fell, three arrows lined up in a vertical row, pierced through the door again, and aimed at the old man's head, chest, and waist respectively.

Xiao Feng didn't care if the old man could dodge or not, he took this opportunity to fight over with the Thunder Steel.

"Shh!"

Although the old man's speed and reaction were fast enough, he was still wiped by Lei Wengang on his hand.

All of a sudden, a feeling of numbness traveled through the whole body, and then he couldn't help but tap danced.

There was a hint of shock in the old man's eyes. He knew that the thing that looked like a water scoop contained the power of lightning, but he never thought that the strength was so high.

Seeing that he had succeeded, Xiao Feng rushed over immediately, ready to beat the dog in the water, and he had to shock the opponent until he lost his combat effectiveness.

But when he rushed in front of the old man, he saw the silver-white whisk aimed at him.

(End of this chapter)