As soon as Mo An approached Wang Teng, Wang Teng felt a warm current gushing out of his chest, like dead wood meeting spring. As soon as the warm current entered the Aster Mansion, the languishing Yuan Ying immediately felt as if he had been beaten with chicken blood. As soon as Yuan Ying responded, the real Yuan immediately and automatically flowed out of Yuan Ying. Moaning with real yuan, Wang Teng's injured organs were repaired together. After a while, the look of pain on Wang Teng's face disappeared, and it was replaced by a high spirit.

"Prince, enough is enough, enough is enough, if I lose again, I will be furious~!" Wang Teng spoke quickly, exhaled a hot breath from his mouth, and his face gradually turned red. "Hmm," Mo An quickly stopped, and as soon as the external True Yuan stopped entering, the True Yuan in Wang Tengzi's office immediately began its weekly operation. A few weeks later, Wang Teng's face turned red.

With a long breath, Wang Teng, who was very comfortable, was overjoyed, Taiyi Jinxian's true yuan was extraordinary, and he actually roughly restored Wang Teng's body at the same time as treatment, the meridians more than doubled compared to before, and his physical fitness could not be improved a lot, and even the hair on his head was black.

"Brush" opened his eyes, and Wang Teng glanced at Mo An. In front of him, Moan was magnificent. He was born with an ambition. His bright eyes were filled with a caring glow. His handsome face was nervous, and he had long purple hair. To the left and right of his forehead were two delicate little golden horns with purple veins. He looks very pretty.

"Prince?" asked Wang Teng. "Well, are you alright?" replied with a groan. "I'm fine, I'm fine now~!" Wang Teng looked at himself, nodded and said. "Huh" Mo An breathed a sigh of relief and came back: "It's good that you're okay." It's all my fault. Too careless. How can I forget that your human body can't resist the fighting spirit and the power of the dragon lance?Fortunately, you're okay~!"

"Fighting Spirit Dragon Dance Spear, Prince, are you talking about your spear?" asked Wang Teng. Moan smiled and replied, "Well, that's my weapon. Do you want to watch it again?" Wang Teng pouted and said, "The prince is joking. I don't want to squirt blood anymore. "Haha" Mo An laughed happily a few times, his heart moved, Wang Teng's eyes only felt that the golden light was shining, and the spear appeared in front of Wang Teng again, Wang Teng hurriedly pinched a fingerprint, and it was too late to blame Mo An, so he transported the real yuan first.

"Hehe, my son is not busy, it doesn't matter this time. Mo An looked at Wang Teng's actions, half embarrassed, half funny. "Uh" Wang Teng smiled awkwardly and let go of his eyes as he pinched the French seal. Mo An was holding a fiery red spear, which first glowed with a dazzling golden light, and when Wang Teng was encouraged by Mo An, once again, the spear had turned into a red spear with flames.

Although the spear was still majestic, it no longer had the suffocating ferocity of the first time, so Wang Teng put down all his vigilance. Seeing Wang Teng looking at his spear without blinking, Mo An smiled sincerely, pushed the spear forward, and said to Wang Teng: "Try it~!"

Wang Teng was stunned by Mo An's attitude. After returning to the Absolute Being, he cautiously asked, "Is this okay?" After all, this was the weapon in Mo An's hand, and he injured himself with his momentum. Although Wang Teng wanted to give it a try, he was still a little scared.

"Haha, why not, here!" Mo An laughed heartily and moved the spear to Wang Teng. Suddenly got out of the cage that had been trapped for a thousand years, and suddenly his temperament was released, and he returned to the generous and domineering Prince of the West Sea.

"Okay~!" Seeing that Mo An was so generous, Wang Teng no longer twisted his body, cried and replied, and took it. The three-meter spear was slightly longer than a regular gun. When the spear was in his hand, Wang Teng's hand was suppressed, and the true qi was quickly transmitted. Only then did Wang Cang hold the spear firmly in his hand. Wang Tengman looked at the spear in surprise and said, "It's too heavy~!"

"Hehe, this gun weighs 3,600 pounds. It was extracted from the sea and took 100 years. It was my father's weapon in his early years. Later, my father gave it to me. Mo An replied with a smile. Nodding slightly, Wang Teng touched the lines on the gun, the gun body felt very good, and carefully observed the spear from head to toe, Wang Teng got up, jumped back a few steps, put the hem of his clothes into his belt, held the gun in one hand, and posed in a posture.

Mo An also cautiously took a step back and looked at Wang Teng with interest. He held out his hand slightly. Mo An said politely, "Please~!" "Shouting" ......" Wang Teng let out a long breath, "Huo", shouted, and with one hand, the spear flew over.

The spear flew quickly from Wang Teng's side to the sky, Wang Teng's body moved slightly, his feet were forced, and the whole person jumped up with a "brush", about two or three meters from the ground, Wang Teng grabbed the tail of the gun with his right hand, pushed it hard with his left hand, and the spear "wiped" and turned around and stabbed it.

Moaning and laughing, he raised a hand and stretched out a hand forward, calmly waiting for Wang Teng's attack. The spear was fast, almost Li Ang just stretched out a hand, the tip of the spear forced over with a trace of coldness, Li Ang stopped and made a magic seal, he was about to chant a spell in his mouth, the spear suddenly raised, just between the lightning and flint, Wang Teng pulled the spear out of the thorn, pricked it, and Li Ang's face showed surprise. He knew very well the weight of the gun in Wang Teng's hand, and he also knew very well what level Wang Teng was. With Wang Teng's current strength, it is not too difficult to move this gun, but it is still difficult to show some excellent marksmanship.

This ability to change the potential of a gun in a very short period of time is a masterful shooting technique that gun owners dream of. Mo An originally thought that in this world, he and the God of War would have such gun skills in the magic camp, but now in this cave, Mo An was still surprised to see Wang Teng's use.

As Wang Teng changed his stance, Mo An had to change his strategy. Fayne changes quickly. Mo An is ready to take Wang Teng's place. Who would have thought that this was the only way to prepare. Wang Teng's prepared position suddenly changed. A wave of pressure suddenly hit, and Mo An's face changed greatly. He said in his heart that the position of the gun changed three times. It is this unique skill ~!

Three consecutive changes in the gun's momentum are not changes in action visible to the naked eye. The three actions of stabbing, picking, and pressing can be changed in an instant, and this can be done by someone with superb marksmanship. However, if the potential is increased, this is a different model entirely. The rapid change between the stab potential, the pickup potential, the press potential, and the three potentials can only be done by someone who is fully familiar with the gun. Therefore, it is also known as a continuous triple change in the potential of the gun. The person who is able to use this unique skill is no different from the god in the gun.

Because of this, Mo An was shocked. Before that, I didn't expect Wang Teng to use such a unique trick. Due to carelessness, Moan no longer had time to change his strategy. He just issued a spell, which was immediately dispelled by Wang Teng's pressure, and it didn't even form. Moaning smiled awkwardly, his eyes were crossed, "snap", and the spear was heavily placed on Moan's shoulder.

The body of the five-clawed golden dragon was really not covered. Although Wang Teng's suppression technique collided with the imposing Mo An Wei Ang with momentum, he glanced at Mo An and Wang Teng with a wry smile, and it had no effect at all. His current abilities can't break Moan's physical defenses. For Mo An, Wang Teng's next step is to arrest him. This is because Mo An did not protect his body against Qi. If this method is used, it is estimated that it is impossible for the tip of the gun to touch Mo'an at all.

Although Wang Teng did not cause any harm to Mo An, it made him very embarrassed. He opened a five-clawed golden dragon and actually let an extracorporeal cultivator hit him. If this one reaches the world of so-jin, it will be laughed to death by the entire world of so-jin. Because Mo An's level is too far away from Wang Teng. Mo An belongs to the immortal-level master, while Wang Teng doesn't even have a level, and he can't touch the hair of the immortal. With such a power gap, moaning will be interrupted. How could this not embarrass him?

"Ah, the gap with the prince is too big!" Wang Teng shook his head and sighed. A moan rolled his eyes inwardly. You hit me with such a big gap. If I had the same strength, I wouldn't have lost to you outright. After taking a few steps back, Wang Teng bent down and took a few bullets. A set of marksmanship began to show itself in a vivid and sharp way.

Maung watched intently, smacking his lips from time to time. The marksmanship was different from what he was familiar with. Wang Teng's marksmanship is about opening and closing. Every shot is forward-looking, and the subsequent action is flawless. It takes the domineering of the gun to the extreme, but without the gun it is sleek and flexible. It seems that this marksmanship completely abandons these, which is exciting. Looking at it, Mo An couldn't help but say, "This is more like a knife technique." However, there are not many changes in the knife technique. What's the name of this marksmanship?

Wang Teng quickly fired several shots, and the last shot pierced the person. After raising the spear, Wang Teng replied: "This is my family's marksmanship." It's called Jiuyang Xianglongba~!"" Childe's surname is Long~!Then who are you?" Mo An asked excitedly.

"Long Qianzhan~!" a bolt of lightning flashed through Wang Teng's mind. Isn't that the name of his ancestor?The first master of the Dragon Clan was also the founding monarch of the Xianglong Empire. "This is the first master of my dragon clan. My ancestors in this world. Does the prince know him?" asked Wang Teng curiously, according to the time, Mo An was in the same era as his ancestors at that time. Do they really know each other?

"Hahahaha, Childe and I are really fateful, we are fateful, fate is really not shallow~!" Mo An smiled happily. Wang Teng looked at Maung, who had regained his true nature and became brave and happy after being released from prison. He asked, "Did the prince really know my ancestors when he said this?"

"Not only did I know, but I also taught him how to play with guns. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it......" Mo An looked at Wang Teng with strange eyes, and continued: "I didn't expect him to really create this kind of marksmanship. I read that right. That boy is really a natural spear god~!"