Wen Yiming rushed down Mengshan in one breath, and rushed all the way back to the stone house in the stunned eyes of passers-by. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that he was afraid of the rosacea-nosed old man, but that he had a faint insight into the old man's mind in the Chinese of the Treasure Pavilion.

Even if the old man didn't appear, Wen Yiming was ready to choose this big gun. However, he didn't see the extraordinaryness of this big gun, but he just felt that it was more in line with his own standards.

Wen Yiming was very satisfied with his choice. Standing in the stone house, looking at the big gun standing in front of him that was almost three meters away, Wen Yiming nodded slightly.

Generally speaking, the size of this big gun has approached the standard of regular big guns, the so-called seven-foot gun and eight-foot stick, and the big gun is one foot and eight inches.

In fact, the real big gun is not one foot and eight inches, because there is an error between the ancient size standard and the modern measuring tool; if it is converted according to the regular one, the big gun is only 297 centimeters, even if this size is extremely exaggerated, imagine how much is the height of the human body?

After Wen Yiming's visual inspection, this big gun, named 'Dark Yan', is estimated to be more than 270 centimeters, which is very close to the size of a regular big gun. In the end, the reason why Wen Yiming chose it was that the weight of this dark Yan was as high as three hundred and twenty catties.

Among the weapons Wen Yiming has seen, if the weight is the standard, it is enough to be called the best.

Don't look at Wen Yiming's current cultivation, he can punch thousands of catties of explosive power, but it is not easy to really use this big gun.

The reason is very simple, explosive power and absolute power are two different things; this is like an ordinary person, they are very likely to hit hundreds of pounds on the dynamometer with a punch, this instantaneous burst of power is called explosive power; if they let them lift hundreds of pounds of barbells but can't do it at all, this kind of hard lifting power is called absolute power, also called this power, and there are many schools of thought called it Niang Li.

An ordinary person who can shoot hundreds of catties of explosive power, if he is allowed to hold a twenty-pound gun to perform marksmanship, it will greatly limit the person's flexibility, and even the moves will be extremely awkward and deformed. In other words, a weapon with one-fifth of the explosive power is enough to suppress the user's perfect play.

And the three hundred and twenty catties of dark Yan are also extremely difficult to use for Wen Yiming today. It wasn't that he was trying to mistreat it, but his eyes lit up when he first saw the big gun, and it lived up to its name.

The whole body is dark, the color is dull, like frost, it is extremely comfortable to hold in the hand, and the gun head, gun barrel, and gun handle are cast as a whole, so that the movement has the elasticity of a wooden gun barrel. The metal feels cold but not icy, the head of the gun is black and shiny, and the two blood grooves are designed to be extremely delicate and reasonable. The white whiskers under the head of the gun are soft and elegant, and the machine is beautiful.

He didn't know what kind of metal Dark-Yan was made of, it stands to reason that such a big gun would only be a hundred pounds even if it was compressed alloy steel, and the reason why he chose Dark-Yan in the first place, because there was not much time left for him in the Battle of the Two Cities, and he needed to race against time, this Dark-Yan was undoubtedly his best choice, and the Dark-Yan tailor-made for him could allow him to train to the extreme all the time.

Now, more than a month has passed since Wen Yiming entered the Twin Cities, and his physical fitness has tripled due to his penance during this time.

Under the cultivation of the ninth layer of the body refining for more than 20 days, his true qi and internal strength had been tempered to a limit, and he faintly felt that the opportunity for a breakthrough was about to move, and there was a possibility of a breakthrough at any time.

Wen Yiming walked to the middle of the room with Yan Yan in his hand at this time, and opened the stall Shen Ma with both hands and placed a gun pile with a flat gun, and the selfless mind in his body slowly operated.

With his current cultivation, Wen Yiming was not able to practice the big gun pile method with a gun in one hand. However, the Zhongping gun pile method allows him to do it with all his might.

The Zhongping gun pile method is also known as the Siyi bin suit type, the gun carriage is peaceful and peaceful, and the actual combat killing of the enemy is the core. Moreover, the Zhongping gun is also the most orthodox and basic practical marksmanship for practicing marksmanship, as the so-called: 'Zhongping gun, the king of the gun, the middle shot is the most difficult to defend; All this fully illustrates the strength of the Zhongping gun.

For a martial arts master like Wen Yiming, he is simply familiar with gunnery, and he is even more immersed in his previous life. Now that the gun carriage is on display, the momentum is self-generated.

A few minutes later, the selfless mind method urged the internal strength and true qi to operate strongly, Wen Yiming raised his gun and raised his hand, doing his best to control the super weight of Dark Yan, and meticulously practicing the basic marksmanship.

The basic spear skills are mainly blocked, held, and pierced, in addition to the techniques of pointing, collapsing, picking, plucking, and winding, Wen Yiming's repeated practice of one move and one style is calm and standard;

In less than ten minutes, Wen Yiming's pores could not be closed, and the waist horse was sore, and the muscles and muscles of his arms were even more dull and painful from the stimulation of the weight of the dim Yan, the true qi in the arm was rolling endlessly, the true qi in the body was agitating, the internal strength was surging, there seemed to be a large amount of heat surging, and there was a vague galloping battle intent that seemed to be ready to go when he saw the joy of hunting.

Wen Yiming was taken aback, this state was obviously that the battle intent in his body was about to explode again under the extreme cultivation, but he couldn't control this battle intent at all, and once this war intent derived from the gun intent broke out, it must be supplemented by the release of the gun intent, otherwise he would repeat the mistakes of the past and appear in the dangerous situation of the last time.

Last time, I was able to get out of danger by mistake, whether I could be as lucky as last time, Wen Yiming didn't have any bottom in his heart.

Without the slightest doubt, Wen Yiming instantly restrained the dark Yan and stereotyped it in the state of the Zhongping gun pile. Slowly calm down the ups and downs of the mood, concentrate and calm and concentrate on running the selfless mind. And the idea of holding the gun in his arm to stand up, and the subtlety of the scene when the gun was coming to me kept replaying in my mind.

Not to mention the ease of triggering the gun intent now, even mobilizing that kind of artistic conception is extremely laborious. And the fighting spirit in his body was not controlled by him at all, and there was no sign of it. But he also knows that this fighting spirit is currently a double-edged sword, and if it can be mastered as he wants, it will definitely become a big killer hole card.

Time passed quietly, and after about ten minutes, the battle intent in his body began to mess around like last time, but he couldn't mobilize the artistic conception of the gun intent at all.

Wen Yiming was secretly anxious in his heart, how should this be good? If he fell into danger again, he would be seriously injured if he didn't waste it! If this is the case, he will not see any hope for the Battle of the Twin Cities, and with Wen Yuanzheng's character, he will definitely put me to death and ......

Wen Yiming was originally in a somewhat anxious mood, but when he thought of this, his eyes suddenly froze, and his scattered thoughts calmed down again, becoming extremely resolute.

I can't die, I can't leave my mother alone and alone; I can't fail, my master's kindness has not been repaid at all, how can I let him suffer from the bereavement; Wen Yuanzheng? Mingyang Wangfu? Even if I cover up the yellow dust, I have to seek justice for my mother, and then it's not too late to die.

There is no joy in life, and there is no fear in death!

What I am most afraid of is the loss of faith in life and the loss of my watchful relatives.

The experience of being a human being in two lives, how can I avoid it because of misfortune and good fortune; my mother is still here, and my master still exists, and every bit of grace is still repaid with a spring, but it is better for those who are the sons of men; in ancient times, I had a meal and repaid it with my life for life, how could I avoid it like a snake and tiger when I encountered a little ups and downs, and I was afraid to move forward......

The fear in his heart is gone, and he seems to be safe for a moment, only the indomitable pride remains; Wen Yiming instantly entered an extremely tranquil artistic conception, and that wonderful and mysterious state had smoothed out the true qi and inner strength in Wen Yiming's body in an instant, and some of the riotous battle intent settled down like a splattered child seeing honey, and the sudden gunfire intent in his mind shocked him.

'Focus' is on again!

This time, he didn't impulsively release the gun intent to attack at the first time, but calmly held the gun intent with the Zhongping gun pile method to taste the gun intent, as well as the nameless battle intent of the unstable factor in his body.

Ten seconds...

One minute...

Half an hour...

With the blessing of 'Concentration', Wen Yiming comprehended the familiar gun intent more and more deeply. He began to try to let go of the mood slowly, then triggered it again when it was gone. It's easy to dissipate the mood, but it's not easy to trigger that mood again and bring out the gun's intent, but the opening of 'Focus' has made it more than ten times more difficult, albeit extremely slowly, but it resurfaces in the accumulation of patient time.

Again...

Five times...

Ten times...

......

Wen Yiming was so quietly holding the dark Yan in the midst of 'concentration', repeatedly retracting the gun's intent, and it was half an hour of quiet loss, but Wen Yiming didn't even feel the swelling pain in his arms from soreness to tearing.

In the end, that stable battle intent stimulated its ferocity in the countless round-trips of the gun intent, and suddenly it was like a dormant beast ready to pounce, and the internal strength and true qi in the body also helped to abuse it, wanting to ride the wind and rain and make waves.

Can't wait... Wen Yiming said secretly!

Under the coordination of 'concentration', in an instant, the selfless mind method perfectly matched the gun's intent, battle intent, and true qi internal strength like a leading general, and rushed to the dark Yan in Wen Yiming's loud shout.

Now is the time!

At the same time, the dark Yan in Wen Yiming's hand seemed to be triggered by the qi machine, and a volley was shot out from the heart.

'Huh!'

The sound of the air tearing out with the roar of the gun, and the tip of the gun let out a metallic hum when it was fixed out of thin air, and the aftermath trembled for a long time!

At this moment, Wen Yiming couldn't describe the ecstasy in his heart, and it was only at this time that he really mastered this gun intent freely. Even if that battle intent breaks out at any time in the future, he is no longer afraid, and it is a big deal to release it with the gun intent, consuming some physical strength and true qi.

“perfect---！”

Wen Yiming couldn't help but say Ingrahi!

Finally mastered the gun intent of 'who else should I be', this 'focus' is really not too easy to use!

Oh yes, I finally have the hole cards! If I surrender that unstable fighting spirit again......

Hum Hum Hum!

If Wen Yiming stood in front of the mirror now, he would know how lewd his smile was!