I have to say that the cultivation of the gun soul is still extremely difficult, and after a few days, in addition to being more familiar with the gun soul in his body, he has not even touched the skin of the ten soul dragon styles.

"Ahh

He Xuansheng went out and stretched, touched his somewhat empty stomach, and went out to find some food.

Although the area of the Gun Fighting Pavilion is not small, there are really not many people inside, and there are only about 30 people when it is full.

Walking on the empty road, I suddenly remembered that today was the day when all the staff went out to make money, and I couldn't help but slip through a touch of desolation in my heart.

The condition of the Gun Fighting Pavilion is much worse than that of the Sword Spirit Pavilion, there are two days a week, and all the members, including the pavilion master Zhao Mang, need to go out to earn living expenses, either to fight in the ring, or to perform and perform, and the reason why many members finally choose to leave the Gun Fighting Pavilion is not because the cultivation is too hard and tired, but because they go out to perform or something, which is really a bit of a loss of face in their eyes......

The three of their masters stayed in the Gun Fighting Pavilion for a day before going out to run errands, so now in this huge sect, except for He Xuansheng, I am afraid that there are really only two old people who cook and clean.

"Huh?"

He Xuansheng suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the dense jungle on the side, and a trace of uneasiness slipped through his heart.

With a "squirming", several birds flew out through the branches and leaves, and stopped on the eaves not far away.

"It's a bird!"

Muttering to himself, He Xuansheng shook his head with a smile and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

But no one noticed that the moment He Xuansheng turned his head, a small white snail had already stopped on his shoulder.

Walking into the kitchen, the two old men who were in charge of cooking collapsed to the ground, and there was a dead silence in the room.

He Xuansheng was not too surprised, stepped forward and placed his finger on the old man's neck, fortunately, they were still alive.

"Come out, it's not fun to hide all the time!"

"You're pretty sharp!"

A young man dressed in a fancy costume slowly walked out from behind the door, and said with a wicked smile, "I told you not to mess with Lao Tzu, do you have to provoke? Now that something happens, no one can protect you!"

"Mingjing!"

As early as when he walked on the way to the kitchen, the aura of the Ming Realm appeared in his perception, and of course, in addition, there were at least ten realms of cultivation higher than his own.

"Your Ming family is really generous, arresting my junior, and you still have to send so many people?"

He Xuansheng laughed twice, grabbed a full head in the pot and took a few bites, and said, "Don't panic first, I'm starving, wait for me to eat two bites." ”

"You ......"

Mingjing was stunned, stunned for a while, and couldn't help but scold, "You think we're here to play, go on, catch him back for me." ”

At the sound of an order, dozens of black figures drilled out from different directions, holding weapons and trying to rush up.

"Hey, I said wait, I'll go with you, but let me finish this steamed bun first. ”

He Xuansheng finished eating the steamed buns in the dull gaze of the dozen or so, stretched his waist, walked to the black-clothed people, and said, "Okay, take me away, do you want to tie my hands and feet or stuff my mouth?"

"You ...... guy"

Mingjing felt insulted and shouted, "Lao Tzu will take you away like this today, tie your hands and stuff your mouth?

"Take it away!"

After shouting, he turned around and rushed out of the door, and the black-clothed people behind him also surrounded He Xuansheng in the center, holding his arm and following Mingjing closely.

No one noticed the snail on He Xuansheng's shoulder at this time, and a pair of small tentacles really exuded a faint white light.

After marching for more than half an hour, the crowd finally stopped in front of a huge building.

Ming family.

Two gilded characters were hung high on the door, and looking at the payment, it seemed that it was still written by Su Zhen, the head of the Su family.

"It's also your luck that you can enter the gate of my Ming family, in the entire territory of the Su family, our Ming family is also a big family, look at the words mentioned by the head of the Su family himself, you have never seen this hillbilly in your life!"

Mingjing explained with a proud face, looking at He Xuansheng's eyes full of disdain.

"Well, I haven't seen ...... before."

He Xuansheng nodded, indeed, although he had just met Su Zhen a few days ago, it seemed that he had never seen him write.

This character is much better than my father's, and I asked my father to practice calligraphy when I went back......

He Xuansheng was escorted into the hall of the Ming family, compared to the hall of the Gun Fighting Pavilion, there are many more precious artifacts here, and every ornament here is much more valuable than himself.

"You're the guy who wounded my son two days ago?"

On the throne, a middle-aged man who was also dressed in a luxurious robe and had a pair of mustaches shook the folding fan in his hand and said, "I hurt my son, do you know what the fate is? I can't afford to lose you if I sell you!"

"You are the head of the Ming family, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to say that? The competition pays attention to a person who does his best, and so far, I didn't hurt his name, and he himself doesn't have an avatar, I accidentally injured him, isn't it natural?"

He Xuansheng said with a smile, "What's more, your son's skills are not as good as mine, I don't want to think about your son's strength, why do you blame me in the end?"

"Nonsense, my son broke through the first five turns at the age of sixteen, and you say that his skills are not as good as yours?"

The head of the Ming family shouted angrily, "Come on, give him fifty boards first!"

This father and son are really biological!

He Xuansheng looked at the two people in front of him speechlessly, and was thinking about how to reduce his pain, but a voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"Jian'er, didn't I tell you that you can't use force today?

It was an old man with white hair who came in, and the moment the old man appeared, He Xuansheng's brows trembled.

Seven reconstructions for ......

"Father, I'm really sorry, it's mainly because this kid injured Jing'er, I was so angry that I couldn't hold back ......"

The head of the family, Ming Jian, hurriedly explained, Ming Jing on the side was not idle, and cried directly in front of so many people, "Grandpa, this guy has injured me and shed a lot of blood, can't I beat him if I want to?"

The old man's name is Mingzheng

"If you have something important today, be obedient and can't use force. ”

Ming Zheng touched Mingjing's head with a smile and said, "When the matter is over, grandpa will personally vent your anger for you early tomorrow morning, even if you want to kill him, grandpa will never stop you!"

"Yes, thank you grandpa!"

Mingjing laughed twice, turned his head and beckoned his subordinates to escort He Xuansheng down, and happily went out to play again.

"Father, do you really not mind killing him?"

For some reason, Ming Jian asked a little worriedly.

"What are you afraid of, I just sensed it, the breath in this kid's body is mixed, and looking at this clothes, it's just a poor cub from the countryside, even if he kills it, will his family still want to take revenge?"

Ming Zheng laughed twice and said, "Tell you, even if his family really comes, come and kill an old man, until several other members of his family kneel on the ground and beg the old man, oh no, beg for forgiveness, the old man will stop!"