Zhou Wen was slightly surprised. He had also heard of the name of the Sun Shooting Art. This is an epic martial art that is not inferior to the innate invincible magical skill. In comparison, the Sun Shooting Art is even more precious.

After all, the practice of the innate invincible magic skill is too harsh, and the Sun Shooting Art does not have so many requirements. As long as you are willing to work hard to practice, even people with mediocre qualifications will have certain achievements.

Moreover, the Shooting Sun Art is a very aggressive Yuanqi Art, which is more popular than the innate invincible magic skill that is mainly used for strengthening the body.

However, as far as Zhou Wen knows, the Shooting Sun Art is the unique energy technique of a big boss in the Federation. Apart from the descendants of that big boss, others have no chance to get the Shooting Sun Art.

"How come my dad has the Sun Shooting Trick? It's probably because of the power of the An family?" Zhou Wen guessed in his mind.

Zhou Wen did not refuse the Sun Shooting Art because of such speculation. Since it was given to him by Zhou Lingfeng, even with the help of the An family, Zhou Lingfeng should have paid the price. Since he had paid the price, Zhou Wen naturally had no reason to refuse and could not let Zhou Lingfeng down.

After all, from childhood to adulthood, in addition to living expenses, Zhou Lingfeng gave him only a few items, and he could count them with his fingers.

"I finally didn't forget my son." Zhou Wen did not immediately go to see the Sun Shooting Procedure, turned off the computer, pulled out the U-Disk and put it away, and prepared to go and eat something first.

Cultivating the Yuanqi Art is not a matter of one day or one night. Even if he has the foundation of 9 points of Yuanqi, he will practice other Yuanqi Art faster, and it will not be able to be practiced in ten days or half a month. There is no need to hurry up.

I opened the refrigerator and found that there was nothing left inside. I looked at the cardboard box in the corner of the living room, and there was not even a bag of instant noodles inside.

Zhou Wen hesitated for a moment, gave up the idea of ​​ordering takeaway, washed his face, changed his clothes and prepared to go out to eat something, and then purchased some food in stock to come back.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, there were few pedestrians on the street.

When Zhou Wen was a child, he heard from his grandfather that before the storm of the different dimensions came, even a small city like Guide Mansion was brightly lit in the middle of the night, but now there are rarely such scenes.

The street lights were a little dim, which made Zhou Wen feel a little uncomfortable. His anemia seemed to be getting worse and worse.

The blood consumed during this period was too much, but fortunately he was young enough and strong enough. If it were an elderly person, if he consumed blood like this, his own hematopoietic function would definitely not be available, and there would be problems long ago.

"I'll go to the supermarket to buy some brown sugar and cook some brown sugar water to drink. I hope it will be useful." Zhou Wen murmured to himself.

He also knew that it was of little use, and even if he went to the hospital to see a doctor, it would not solve his actual problem.

If you really want to solve the problem of excessive blood loss in yourself, there is only one way to make the blood-colored villain in the game die less. As long as the blood-colored villain does not die, he will not have to waste his own blood.

"Cough cough!" Zhou Wen was walking, and heard the sound of a man coughing in front of him. He looked up and saw an old man walking over hunched over, lowering his head, holding one hand lightly in front of his mouth, coughing from time to time.

Zhou Wen didn't care much and continued to walk forward, but who knew that when the old man walked less than three meters away from him, he fell to the ground with a plop.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Zhou Wen walked over to check the old man's situation.

The old man seemed to have nothingness and couldn't get up for a while. He said weakly: "It's okay, it's just that when people get old, they will get more diseases. If they don't get useful, they will be fine after a while."

"Then I'll help you sit next to you." Zhou Wen saw a bus stop sign not far away, and there were benches for passengers to wait for the bus to rest.

The old man nodded, Zhou Wen reached out to hold his arm and helped him to the bench to sit down.

Zhou Wen looked at the old man habitually, and he looked like he was in his seventies or eighties, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. However, judging from his thin cheeks and facial features, the old man should have been a handsome man when he was young.

Zhou Wen felt a little pity. An old man like him was the most tragic generation.

When the storm of the different dimensions decreased, it caused huge chaos. Those more than ten years were the most chaotic and darkest period in the entire human history.

The root of this chaos is not actually the terrifying alien creature, but the human beings themselves.

Most alien dimensional creatures cannot break out of the alien dimensional realm, so except for the areas that were originally occupied by the alien dimensional realm, humans in other areas are not in great danger.

But when humans discovered that using dimensional crystals could make themselves superhumans, many humans who gained power exposed the darkest and most terrifying side of human beings.

In that turbulent and dark era, humans produced many terrifying demons and ambitious people. Humans can be described as blood flowing into rivers.

The age of the old man came from that dark age. His age had exceeded the golden period of cultivation in that era, and there was no such stable education and resource supply as it is now. Most men of his age had not practiced much. Even if they practiced, their achievements were mostly very limited.

It is not a pleasant thing to not die in that dark and chaotic era, and to be lucky enough to live to this day.

Because humans who have practiced since childhood not only have strong freedom of service, rarely get sick, but also have a slow aging speed and have a certain extension of their lifespan, which is far from comparable to those of the elderly who have passed through that era.

Nowadays, many humans are in their forties and fifties, and their appearance and condition are similar to those in their twenties and thirties before.

Even if you get old in the future, you will not be as weak and sick as the elderly.

"Uncle, if you have nothing to do, I will leave first." Seeing that the old man was in a better condition, Zhou Wen was about to leave.

"Young man, meeting is fate. Can you talk to me?" The old man looked at Zhou Wen with his turbid eyes and said in a weak voice.

"I can't chat." Zhou Wen said this not to reject the old man, but that he really can't chat.

"It's okay, then I'll ask you a few questions." The old man smiled, but immediately started coughing again.

"You ask." Zhou Wen stood in front of the bench and said.

He usually plays games and rarely communicates with people. Some people are willing to chat with him, which doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

Of course, the premise is that the question raised by this old man will not make Zhou Wen feel too difficult to answer.
Chapter completed!