Chapter 772

S Province, Huashan.

On this day, somewhere in the mountains, the air suddenly ripples.

Plop, a man fell down.

With a cry of pain, he stood up and rubbed his ass.

He is about 50 years old, thin, wearing a blue robe, long beard and bun. He is completely dressed up by the ancients.

There is also a backpack on his back, bulging.

He wore a piece of jade around his waist.

He looked around, felt something, and then frowned, "the palm taught them that they were right. It's really thin. Such aura... Now the cultivation world in China must be very weak!"

"I don't know whether other sects have been born or not. Let me explore them first."

He murmured.

When he remembered the earnest instructions he had taught them before he left, he felt deeply responsible.

"Master, elder martial brother, don't worry. I will finish the task on time. What colorful world, how can you tempt me! Ma Chongyang is not such a shallow person."

Then he nodded to himself.

Then, a whole bag, set out.

Walking and walking, he saw some strange things. There were ropes hanging between some mountains and something hanging on it. There were people in that thing.

"It's amazing!"

He stood there, observed, and sighed heartily.

Further on, he met groups of tourists.

He was a little stunned.

Who are these people? Why is your face so white and your hair colorful? Shit! Why are there black, strange looking people?

What are these people holding in their hands?

He was stunned there, looking left and right, with a confused face.

He found that he couldn't understand the world at all.

Those tourists were not surprised to see him. Some people came together and took a group photo.

The sound of clicking and scraping made him feel frightened.

He was stunned when he saw the picture.

All the way out, he saw more magical things, some dazzling.

"It's amazing... This is really China? What happened after all these years?"

After leaving the mountain, he kept walking. It took him two days to understand some basic information. When he saw mobile phones and cars, he was no longer so surprised.

During this period, he didn't know how much he made a fool of himself.

That day, he came to the county. His clothes had been changed. He put on a very earthy cotton padded jacket and hat. He was earthy.

As soon as he entered the county, he was stunned by the bustling scene.

"My God! Many, many people..."

He walked all the way past the door of an Internet cafe.

He wandered in and out.

When he saw the gorgeous pictures on the computer screen, he was surprised again. What's this?

"Little brother, this... What is this?"

He asked at a man.

"Roll, roll!"

"What?"

"Lol! I don't know this?" The man looked at him, sneered and said, "uncle, how old are you? Come to the Internet cafe!"

Then he continued to play.

"Roll? What?"

He murmured, puzzled. Then he stood there and watched.

Looking at it, he also understood and fascinated.

"It seems like fun... No! No! It's been two days since I came out, and there are only three days left. In three days, I must find someone in the cultivation world and find out the situation."

He immediately shook his head.

But when he looked at the screen, he hesitated again.

It's really interesting!

"No! Ma Chongyang, you're not that kind of person. You can't! You shoulder the heavy responsibility entrusted by them! They're still waiting for you to go back!"

The next moment, he shook his head again.

But then he wavered again.

"Just a moment, just a moment! It certainly doesn't matter! I have strong willpower! Play for a moment and finish the task! Yes, that's it!"

Soon, he persuaded himself and said to the man, "little brother, can you teach me?"

The young man glanced, "shit! Uncle, how old are you? You still play games!"

"This is called a game? It seems very magical!"

Ma Chongyang took out his pocket, took out a few tens and handed them over.

He picked up the money and later learned that it was money.

The young man immediately smiled, stood up, let him sit down and said, "uncle, come on, I'll teach you! Uncle, how old are you! It's rare to have fun!"

"Uncle, this game is not very difficult, but it is still difficult for a novice like you."

"But it doesn't matter. I, the lol little prince, will teach you and keep you as soon as you learn!"

Under the guidance of the young man, Ma Chongyang played several human-computer games and soon got started.

The young man was a little surprised, because the uncle was in his 40s and 50s, but his fingers were very flexible. At first, they were a little astringent, but then, his fingers were as skilled as flying.

"Uncle, you have learned how to operate. Next, play a game and let me guide you!"

"Don't worry, don't cross the tower, be obscene! Yes, rush up and kill him! Kill him!"

“firstblood！”

"Yeah! Great! Uncle, you took a blood! Come on, go! You're dying!"

Ma Chongyang manipulated the mouse with excitement on his face.

"This is so exciting and fun!" He murmured, his eyes glowing.

His right hand controls the mouse and his left hand is on the keyboard.

He is a cultivator and a real person. His body functions are far beyond ordinary people. Compared with ordinary people, he is superman.

Both reaction speed and action are extremely fast, which shows the operation to the limit.

At first, it was a big killing, then it was a violent walk, and no one could stop it

Finally, supernatural

Double kill and triple kill are just like playing.

The young man stood behind, completely stunned.

The mouth, open into an O-shape, can no longer be closed.

This is awesome!

This is obviously an expert!

However, just now uncle looked like he had never played. Is this... The so-called super game genius?

"Fuck!"

After a five kill, he was completely subdued.

"Brother! Later, I'll call you brother!"

"Brother! Why are you so awesome? You should teach me!"

One game, two games, can't stop at all.

The three murders, four murders, and even five murders broke out one after another. The supernatural from time to time attracted the attention of everyone in the Internet cafe.

They gathered around and watched.

Gradually, they were also convinced. Whenever they killed, they were elated and shouted loudly, and the whole Internet cafe was boiling.

This atmosphere also infected Ma Chongyang.

He was so excited that he couldn't stop and indulged in the game.

The day passed

Two days have passed

He is still playing games, and the segment is rising slowly. In this Internet cafe, he has gained countless fans.

They don't have ID cards. It doesn't matter.

In this way, three whole days passed.