A black classic car stalled in the shade of an acacia tree, and two people quickly got out of the car.

The buttons on the two young masters' pulp white shirts shimmered. Today is an extraordinary day, September 1, 1960 in the sacred calendar, the scheduled opening day of the year at the Babylon Academy. Du Yueming and Fang Delin, the two guys, were also neatly dressed and looked like people, and they walked into the gate of the Babylon Academy on a sunny day when the leaves were swirling.

Du Yueming handed two white letterheads to the waiter in charge of registration, the messenger was a fat man wearing a white cross robe, saying that it should be better to arrange beautiful women for this kind of thing. The waiter looked at the envelope, smiled politely, and then handed each of them a card, saying that what kind of academy pass is required, blood binding certification is required, and each student has this one.

The Academy Pass will record student information, credits, points, etc., which is quite important. Du Yueming rubbed the college pass in his hand, the workmanship was good, the texture of the metal but it did not cut his hands, and it felt much more advanced than the student ID card used to swipe the card to open the iron door of the dormitory in the canteen on the earth.

After receiving the pass and assigning the dormitory, the registration is over. Du Yueming picked a luxurious single dormitory for himself and Fang Delin, the accommodation service of Babylon College is very good, as long as you are willing to pay a little more gold, there are basically any kind of dormitories.

Usually live in the dormitory, and then can drive back to his apartment on weekends to live, Du Yueming thinks about it and feels quite happy, it feels good to be rich.

Because the entrance test and course selection will be held in the afternoon, the two chose to walk around the college to familiarize themselves with the environment.

The college was quite large, but Du Yueming found that there were not many students. Today is the holy day of September 1st, but the pomp and circumstance of the beginning of the school year is completely different from his previous days on earth. Du Yueming secretly complained in his heart.

However, if you think about it carefully, it is understandable, in Yangxi City and the surrounding areas, how many students can cultivate and afford the high tuition fees? In this world, there are only a small number of people who can cultivate Dou Qi or magic, and there are also a small number of people who can afford the high tuition fees, so there must be a small number of people who can enter any academy to study.

The two of them strolled around and unconsciously touched the practice room of the academy.

Du Yueming touched his backpack, and suddenly remembered the rotating pistol in it, it seemed that he could test the power this time.

The practice room is divided into many sections, such as the secret medicine trial ground, the knight fighting field, the fighting spirit test field, and the magic drill room...... The two of them were dazzled, and after looking for a long time, the two finally found the shooting range.

There were no people at the range, which was also convenient for the two of them. Uh, how does it feel weird.

Du Yueming first took out an ordinary brass bullet. He learned to play the gun posture in the shooting game, showing that he was very professional, and after filling the bullet into the bullet nest, Du Yueming also turned the pistol in his hand, and he played it well.

Okay, don't pretend to be forced.

The rotating pistol stopped spinning, and in Du Yueming's right hand, he straightened his arm forward, facing the target in front of him.

Du Yueming closed one eye and began to aim, while the fighting energy in his body worked, trying to convey it to the wheel pistol.

The rotating pistol has a faint sheen, absorbing, gathering, and transforming, and the process is incomparably clear.

This is completely similar to the operation of the Magic Gun, and this rotary pistol is no ordinary firearm.

Bang.

The bullet burst out of its chamber, holding a red arc of light.

Du Yueming used to be a good hand at eating chicken, so he had a good head and hit 10 rings directly.

"Pretty, it seems that my sword is not old. Du Yueming said.

The two walked forward and found that the bullseye made of alloy had been directly cut into a big hole.

The thickness of the alloy is about two centimeters, and it directly opens a hole the size of a baby's fist, and the power is at least several times that of an ordinary musket. In the case of a normal musket, the bullets are embedded in it at best.

"I feel like the power increase is still limited, but I'm running at full strength. Du Yueming stared at the big hole and said.

"According to my design, this power should not be ......," Fang Delin said with a frown, and as he spoke, his hand unconsciously stretched out to the target, as if he had doubts, and he had to observe carefully to be sure. But the moment Fang Delin's hand touched the target, the metal target suddenly cracked like ice, so frightened that Fang Delin hurriedly shrank his hand back, and then, the entire target shattered, falling to the ground and almost hitting Du Yueming's feet.

"Damn, this is the real power, awesome. Du Yueming shouted excitedly.

"I'll just say it. Fang Delin breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, it was good that his invention did not hit the street.

"I can't wait to see the power of your secret bullets. Du Yueming opened the rotary pistol, and the bullet with dark red lines entered the chamber, turning the cylindrical bullet nest, as if spinning fate.

Du Yueming felt like a peerless gunman, holding a heroic weapon of krypton gold in his hand, and there was an inexplicable bull break.

In view of the fact that ordinary bullets can already smash targets, in order to better test the power, the two moved the five targets together.

Start shooting. The consequence of spinning fate is.

Click. Empty bullets.

Click. It's empty again. Looks like luck is a bit of a trick.

Can this fate still spin around?

Bang. Finally, it's not empty.

The first target was smashed directly, the second side was also shattered, and the third side was cracked, and finally the bullet penetrated the fourth target and embedded in the bullseye of the fifth side.

"Five kills, where is this bullet, it's just a cannonball. Du Yueming blew the muzzle of the gun with a sense of ceremony and sighed.

"I'll just say it, I'll say it. Fang Delin seemed a little incoherent, and it felt like his years of persistence had not been in vain. Yes, that's the feeling, but this unpretentious feeling is the most exciting.

"What sound?" With these words, the door of the shooting range was pushed open.

Du Yueming's expression was awe-inspiring, he didn't have equipment like a space ring yet, and it was obviously impossible to hide the rotating pistol in an instant. If someone is moved to the head of the master, no matter who it is, he must know the pain. Du Yueming secretly swore that if there was anything wrong with this newly-started baby, he would never accept it.

Coming in was a middle-aged man with a middle comb, with round glasses, the kind that looked very Sven at first glance, he was wearing a black formal suit, and he looked like a mentor. The middle-aged man saw the two and walked quickly towards them.

When he got closer, he saw the punk-shaped rotating pistol in Du Yueming's hand, as well as the overlapping and broken targets, and the middle-aged man immediately understood something. He asked, "Did you two make the noise just now?"

When Du Yueming saw the middle-aged man, he was a little stunned, he was stunned and did not answer.

Seeing this, Fang Delin couldn't hide it after thinking about it, so he told the situation truthfully.

Think about this person should be a mentor, teaching and educating people should be upright, and they are also in broad daylight, there should be nothing wrong.

"Oh, what an interesting invention. Can you lend me this pistol?" asked the middle-aged man, his words filled with excitement, but still polite.

Du Yueming came back to his senses, smiled, and handed over the rotating pistol very generously.

"Thank you. Rest assured, I'm the alchemy instructor of the academy, Wynne, I like mechanical alchemy, and your friend's invention looks really interesting. Wynne took the pistol and said seriously, his tone gentle, as if he was quite educated.

"Yes, Mr. Wynne. Du Yueming said with a smile. But there was some doubt in his heart, because this Wynne had only seen it a few weeks ago.

The location was in the alley behind the stinky leather tavern, and the few silver coins under Du Yueming's pillow were still scavenged from him. However, this old acquaintance Wynn didn't seem to recognize himself, after all, he was a sloppy little gangster a few weeks ago, and now he looks like a deputy young master, and it is normal for him not to recognize him.

It's just that this powerless guy didn't expect to be the tutor of the academy, which is surprising. In fact, there is another point that Du Yueming is puzzled, this tutor of the Babylon Academy is definitely a well-known figure in Shangcheng District, why did he only bring a few silver coins that evening in a place like a stinky leather tavern? If you want to have fun, the dancing girls in Shangcheng District are definitely more beautiful, if you drink, Du Yueming doesn't believe that people like him are used to drinking inferior wine that smells of stinky leather in stinky leather taverns.

I can't figure it out, but this is someone else's business, and it doesn't matter to Du Yueming.

The important thing is that he is sure that this Mentor Wynne is quite weak in combat, so the Wheel Pistol is absolutely safe.