Chapter 87: Disciples

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Then he walked inside. After about ten miles, Lu Ming stopped.

Because a tiger with red flames appeared in front of him.

The Red Flame Demon Tiger, a second-level eight-fold monster, belongs to the fire monster and usually lives in a place where the fire aura is very rich.

Roar!

The Red Flame Demon Tiger roared suddenly, his mouth screamed, and a pillar of fire spewed out of his mouth, screaming toward the landing.

"Good to come!"

Lu Ming's eyes flashed with light, and the fire pattern gun shot.

"Gunfire Tips-Broken Armor!"

With a single shot, the power of the rotating cutting burst out, destroying the fire column ejected by the red flame monster.

Then, Lu Ming rushed towards the Red Flame Demon Tiger, and the spear directly hit the Red Flame Demon Tiger.

"Gunfire Tips-Landslide!"

The rifle pressed down and made a violent roar. The Red Flame Demon Tiger seemed to feel the crisis, and his red hair was rooted up, and a hot flame radiated from the hair.

These flames condensed a huge fireball in the air, blasting towards the fire-print gun, trying to block the fire-gun's attack.

But everything was in vain, the fire pattern gun was unstoppable, just a slight shock, the fire ball collapsed, and the fire pattern gun continued to fall.

bump!

The rifle hit the head of the Red Flame Demon Tiger, making the sound of a broken bone, and the Red Flame Demon Tiger's forehead was directly slammed into the depression.

Chiyan Mohu's huge body rolled back dozens of meters before stopping. There was no breath at all.

Lu Ming went over and manipulated the bloodline to **** out the blood of the Red Flame Demon Tiger.

The essential blood of the second-level eight monster monsters, Lu Ming will not miss it. In the Xuanyuan Sword School, it needs eight hundred points of contribution.

It took a while to run the Spirit Blood Vessel, and the blood of the Red Flame Demon Tiger was swallowed and refined. Lu Ming's cultivation practice was improved, but it was still a bit worse if he wanted to break through the eighth layer of the martial artist.

"Here the flames are strong, let's practice the gang gun tactics here."

Immediately, Lu Ming's mind sank into the gun gun tactics and began to practice.

嗤嗤...

Buzz...

The gun shadow is vertical and horizontal, full of energy, and Lu Ming feels extremely smooth as soon as he cultivates. He runs the gun tactic without any trace of hindrance, as if he wants to blend into the surrounding environment.

Sure enough, the environment has a great influence on practicing martial arts.

"Smooth, so smooth!"

Lu Ming's eyes shone brightly and he devoted himself to this feeling.

After six hours of practice, Lu Ming stopped.

Huh...

Lu Ming breathed heavily and practiced here. He needed to run the True Qi bodyguard at all times. He also needed to observe whether there was magma or flames rushing out around him. It was very expensive for True Qi and mind.

But Lu Ming's eyes were full of excitement.

It took only six hours to practice, and Lu Ming felt that the gun rifle had made great progress.

Immediately, Lu Ming retreated back to the surrounding area to restore his true energy.

After the true energy was restored, Lu Ming entered the Supreme Temple again, and with the help of the chanting sound, he continued to realize the feeling of practicing in the central area just now.

Sure enough, in the chanting sound, the feeling of cultivation just now was clearer, and the understanding of the gang gun tactics was one step closer.

A few hours later, Lu Ming entered the central area again to practice the gang gun tactics.

In this way, Lu Ming practiced in the central area. After the true energy was exhausted, he returned to the external area to recover, and then combined with the sound of chanting, he learned the gang gun tactics.

Lu Ming's comprehension of the gang gun tactics is rapidly improving.

In just half a month, Lu Ming’s gun rifle tactics broke through and entered the second level, with a slight success.

Moreover, in the past half month, the fire-type monsters killed by Lu Ming also had no less than ten heads, five of which were second-level and eight-level, and even one was only second-level and nine-level.

Others are all below level two.

After swallowing and refining the blood of these monsters, plus half a month of hard cultivation, Lu Ming’s cultivation practice finally broke through again and reached the eighth level of the martial artist.

This practice is already a very high position among the bronze class disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword School.

Huh...

Once again, Lu Ming exhausted his true energy and returned to the surrounding area to meditate in a secluded pile of rocks to recover.

When Lu Ming's true energy recovered to about half, he suddenly heard a loud noise not far away.

"No, what are you doing for me? I'm just an ordinary person. I can't help you if I don't cultivate."

"I'm just a samurai's triple cultivation, and can't help you? Let me go."

...

The sound of begging for mercy came over.

"Shut up, what's the noise? I said that if you can help, you can help. I can help my disciples of the Ten Fangjian School. It's a blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes."

A cold drink sounded, listening to the sound, is a young man.

"The young heroes of the Ten Fang Sword School can help you. That will definitely help, but you want us to enter the central area, even close to the internal area. It is very dangerous there. Take my cultivation as an accident. You will be burned to death, and ask the young heroes to spare me."

Someone begged for mercy.

Snapped!

Immediately, a slap sounded.

The young voice said again: "What nonsense, what do you tell you to do? What do you do? Then nonsense, you are chopped with a sword."

Calm down there.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking the sky sounded, and a figure appeared on the pile of rocks.

It was a 17-year-old youth who saw Lu Ming at a glance.

"Haha, brother, there is still a person here."

The young man laughed, and then looked at Lu Ming: "I really would hide, but do you think it's useful to hide here? Get out of here quickly and help us to explore the way to the central area."

Lu Ming frowned, interrupted his return to half of his true energy, and stood up.

"Boy, come out quickly, don't bother, the uncle has no time to rub against you."

The young man said, grabbing directly to the landing throat.

Obviously, in his thought, it was like catching a chick to throw Lu Ming up and throw it out, but obviously, he was disappointed.

Not only disappointed, but also dismayed.

Because Lu Ming also stretched out a hand, grabbed a claw towards him, and was faster than him, more accurate than him, and grasped his wrist.

The strong force penetrates the bones of the young man's wrist, and the painful heart pain makes the young man yell.

"Ah! Little bastard, you dare to hurt me, to death!"

The young man's other hand slapped towards Lu Ming.

"roll!"

Lu Ming drank coldly, and his anger broke out. The arm holding the young man's wrist flicked, and the young man's arm directly made the sound of'card wipe card wipe'. The bone of one arm broke into several pieces. , Fell heavily on the ground.

"Ah! Ah! Little bastard, you are dead, you dare to beat me, do you know who I am?"

The young man struggled to get up, holding his arm and shouted.

"Isn't it a disciple of the Shifangjian School? Is it amazing?"

Lu Ming pouted.