Chapter 87 10 Disciples of Fangjian School

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

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

The Scarlet Flame Demon Tiger, the second-level eighth-level monster, belongs to the fire-type monster, and usually lives in a place where the fire-type aura is extremely strong.

Roar!

The Chiyan Demon Tiger suddenly roared, opened his mouth and roared, and a column of fire spewed out of his mouth, roaring towards Lu Ming.

"Good come!"

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

"Astral Musket Art - Broken Armor!"

A spear stabbed out, and the power of rotating cutting erupted, smashing the pillar of fire spurted by the Red Flame Demon Tiger.

Then, Lu Ming rushed towards the Chiyan Devil Tiger, and the spear smashed directly at the Chiyan Devil Tiger.

"Ganggun Art - Landslide!"

The spear pressed down, making a violent whistling sound. The Red Flame Demon Tiger seemed to sense the crisis, and the fiery red hair all over his body stood up, and hot flames appeared on the hair.

These flames condensed a huge fireball in the air and slammed towards the flame gun, trying to block the attack of the flame gun.

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

bump!

The gun barrel smashed on the head of the Chiyan Devil Tiger, making a cracking sound of bones shattering, and the forehead of the Chiyan Devil Tiger was directly sunk into it.

The huge body of the Chiyan Demon Tiger rolled back dozens of meters before it stopped, and there was no trace of breath.

Lu Ming walked over, manipulated the bloodline, and sucked out the blood of the Chiyan Demon Tiger.

Lu Ming would not miss the blood essence of the second-level eight-layer monster. In the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, he needed 800 contribution points.

After running the spirit-devouring bloodline, it didn't take long for him to devour and refine the blood of the Chiyan Demon Tiger, and Lu Ming's cultivation level improved, but he was still a little short of breaking through the eighth level of martial arts.

"There is a strong smell of flames here,

Just practice the Astral Gun Art here. "

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

chi chi...

buzzing...

The shadow of the gun is vertical and horizontal, and the energy is surging. As soon as he cultivates, Lu Ming feels incomparably smooth. He runs the gun without any obstacles, as if he wants to integrate with the surrounding environment.

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

"Smooth, so smooth!"

Lu Ming's eyes lit up, fully immersed in this feeling.

After practicing for six hours, Lu Ming stopped.

woohoo...

Lu Ming was breathing heavily. He was cultivating here. He had to run the infuriating body protector all the time. He also needed to observe whether there would be magma or flames rushing out of the surroundings. It was a huge drain on infuriating energy and mind.

But Lu Ming's eyes were full of excitement.

It was only six hours of practice, and Lu Ming felt that he had made great progress in the Gunslinger Art.

Immediately, Lu Ming retreated to the outer area and regained his true energy.

After the infuriating energy recovered, Lu Ming entered the Supreme Temple again, and with the help of the chanting sound, he continued to comprehend the feeling of cultivating in the central area just now.

Sure enough, in the sound of chanting, the feeling of cultivating just now became clearer, and the comprehension of the gun art was one step closer.

A few hours later, Lu Ming entered the central area again, and practiced the Astral Gun Art.

In this way, Lu Ming cultivated in the central area, and after the infuriating energy was exhausted, he returned to the outer area to recover, and then combined with the sound of chanting, comprehended the art of arrogance.

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

In just half a month, Lu Ming's Astral Gun Art has broken through and entered the second level, with a slight success.

And in the past half month, Lu Ming killed no less than ten fire-type monsters, five of which were second-level and eight-level, and even one was second-level and ninth-level.

The others are below the second grade eight.

After devouring and refining the blood of these monsters, plus half a month of hard work, Lu Ming's cultivation finally broke through again, reaching the eighth level of martial arts.

Such cultivation is already a very high position among the bronze-level disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

woohoo...

Once again, Lu Ming exhausted his qi, retreated to the outer area, and recovered by meditating in a secluded pile of rocks.

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

"No, what are you arresting me for? I'm just an ordinary person, without cultivation, I can't help you."

"I'm only a third-level warrior, and I can't help you? Let me go."

......

One after another, begging for mercy came over.

"Shut up, what are you arguing about? I said that if you can help, you can help, and being able to help my disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect is a blessing you have cultivated in your eight lifetimes."

A cold drink sounded, listening to the voice, it was a young man.

"You young heroes of the Shifang Sword Sect, if you can help you, it will definitely help, but you want us to enter the central area, even close to the inner area, where it is very dangerous. I will be burned to death, please forgive me, young heroes."

Someone begged for mercy.

Snapped!

Immediately, applause sounded.

The young voice said again: "What nonsense, what do you want you to do? What do you do? If you talk nonsense again, I will chop you with a sword."

Calm down there.

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

A young man of seventeen or eighteen, he saw Lu Ming at a glance.

"Haha, brother, there is another person here."

The young man laughed, then looked at Lu Ming: "I really know how to hide, but do you think hiding here is useful? Get out of here quickly and help us find the way to the central area."

Lu Ming frowned, interrupted his half-recovered infuriating energy, and stood up.

"Boy, come out quickly, don't dawdle, uncle doesn't have time to dawdle with you."

As the young man spoke, he grabbed Lu Ming's throat with a claw.

Obviously, in his thinking, he wanted to catch Lu Ming like a chicken and throw it out, but obviously, he was disappointed.

Not only disappointed, but also shocked.

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

The strong force penetrated the bones of the young man's wrist, and the heart-piercing pain caused the young man to scream.

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

The other hand of the young man slapped Lu Ming with a slap.

"roll!"

Lu Ming snorted coldly, his true energy exploded, he swung the arm holding the youth's wrist, and the youth's arm made a 'squeeze, squeak' sound. The bones of one arm broke into several pieces, screamed and flew out more than ten meters. , fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah! Ah! Little bastard, you're dead. You dare to beat me. Do you know who I am?"

The young man struggled to get up, hugged his arms, and shouted heartily.

"Isn't he a disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect? Isn't it amazing?"

Lu Ming pouted.

(End of this chapter) Dragon King of Wandao