Chapter 470 (1/2)

I don't know how many stories and legends have been buried in the long river of time. Ten thousand years later, the era of noumenon flourished, and this era also has a similar flash in the pan?

”All in one!”

Wang Jian can't help but come to a strong interest, for ontology, it seems difficult to carry out the second awakening of martial spirit.

But for him, it's too simple!

The Dragon Rising altar knows that this thing is an artifact for the existence of the second awakening of the martial spirit.

After that, Wang Jian asked for some information about the submarine volcanic zone, and he was quite satisfied with the reply from the shop boy.

”Please!”

Wang Jian took out two gold soul coins from the soul guide, put them on the table, and then pushed them to the shopkeeper.

”Thank you, my Lord.”

In the face of this unexpected joy, dianxiaoer was so overjoyed that he stammered.

”You deserve it.”

Wang Jian said with a smile, for today's him, a few gold soul coins are no longer a big problem.

With that, he looks at Ma Hongjun, who is still wolfing down. Suddenly, he is covered with black thread, and the food on the table is almost gone by himself.

Wang Jian couldn't help kicking Ma Hongjun with his foot and said calmly, ”eat more. You'll have strength later.”

”Er...”

Ma Hongjun's hand movement is one of the sluggish, some dull head and Wang Jian looked at each other, the two people just looked at each other, no one said anything.

Suddenly, Ma Hongjun once again began to eat, regardless.

Anyway, it's all here. Can't the Dean continue to let me pull the car?

Someone's eyes are becoming dangerous.

Good. You think I can't cure you, boy?

……

The next day, by the sea.

”Just use this thing, to the place where the sun rises, quickly row!”

”Gulu...”

Ma Hongjun swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the boat with wooden oars in front of him with trembling eyes. He asked in a trembling voice: ”Dean, you don't want me to shake this thing there. It's dozens of miles.”

However, Wang Jian walked into the boat shaking in the waves and looked up at Ma Hongjun after sitting down steadily.

Wang Jian's face looked very serious and said, ”it's also a kind of practice.”

With that, he turned his head and looked at the boundless blue sea. With a wave of his hand, he said in a deep voice: ”the waves of this sea are the bumps on your growth road. If you can grow up by crossing these waves, I hope... Let the storm come more fiercely!”

God, let the storm come harder!

Ma Hongjun's heart is full of grief and indignation. This piece of boat is enough to be divided into 800 pieces in the storm, isn't it?!

”Don't talk nonsense, come and row! This is what I bought after a long run this morning. The captain is 5.2 meters, driven by two oars, and can carry two people with a load of 800 Jin. ”

Thank you very much!

Knowing that his arm couldn't twist his thigh, Ma Hongjun got on the boat and began to shake the oar. After a while, his heart became colder and colder.

One meter ahead, the waves push him half a meter up to the shore. What the hell is that? Thief God, even you want to bully me?!

……

There are not a few merchant ships sailing on the vast ocean, but who has seen such a lonely boat floating.