When Sang Zhiheng put his finger into Ye Long's head and pinched out the bullets that had entered his brain, Shui Changliu and the other ten members of the gun team were shocked!

The scene is so disgusting, today's dinner is saved again, and the weight loss is about to be successful!

Looking at the little thing dripping with blood, but very familiar, everyone opened their mouths in surprise.

"W-what kind of secret weapon is this?"

Shui Changliu frowned, he didn't believe that Ye Long was killed by Mao Hu just now.

Sang Zhiheng took out a bullet from his pocket and said with a smile: "Look, what is this?" ”

He put the bullet that went into Ye Long's brain and a complete bullet together for everyone to see.

Ye Long died, but everyone didn't seem to be so sad.

When Sang Zhiheng put a complete bullet and the bullet that came out for everyone to see, everyone gathered around.

Suddenly, Bing Fan Fan, who looked a little feminine, discovered the clue: "Oh, I know, sect master, you mean that the secret weapon in the Ye Tan Master's brain is very similar to the thing in your hand?" ”

It's really similar, it's exactly the same.

"Wrong! I mean, it's basically the same thing. ”

Then, he took the rifle of the water flow, pressed a bullet, took the gun and aimed it at a rock in the distance, and slammed it out.

Then, everyone was surprised to see that a large stone a hundred meters away bounced up a puff of dust.

"It's so powerful!"

The eyes of the crowd were on the distance.

"Come on, come on, look over here."

Sang Zhiheng withdrew the cartridge case from the chamber of the gun, then took it in his hand, and said: "This is what was shot out just now, and it hit the stone." Look! ”

As he spoke, Sang Zhiheng pointed the bullet casing with the bullet that was still dripping blood.

Although the bullet was denatured due to the violent impact of the head of the same leaf dragon, everyone could still see that the combination was that bullet!

"Artifact! Artifact! So, it was me who killed the Lord of the Altar just now? Mao Hu was stunned.

Everyone was finally convinced, what the sect master gave them was an artifact!

What is an artifact?

In the world of cultivating immortals, the utensils related to cultivating immortals or casting spells are called magic weapons. As for the magic weapon, there are grades, the grade is relatively low, it is called an ordinary magic weapon, and the one that is slightly better than the ordinary magic weapon is called an elite magic weapon, and the better one is a rare magic weapon. The medium grade is called an immortal weapon, and the highest grade is called an artifact.

The common magic weapons in the mortal world are ordinary magic weapons.

However, once everyone sees a particularly powerful magic weapon, they will always call it an artifact in amazement.

Of course, Sang Zhiheng didn't understand this, but he just smiled happily and said: "It's nothing, haha, as long as everyone likes it, I'm happy to give it to you." But let's say it, although the thing is good, but the power is too great, you can't just shoot at people, this thing is too fast, I'm afraid that Da Luo Jinxian can't dodge. ”

After Sang Zhiheng finished saying this, the ten disciples of the Tianmen Sect who had won the three or eight great poles were moved to tears one by one.

Parents of the one who gave birth to me, O suzerain of the recreator!

"The sect master treats us so kindly, it's hard to repay you in case of indulging in your liver and brains!"

What is loyalty?

If you give more rewards, your subordinates will be loyal!

No, Sang Zhiheng gave each of the ten junior brothers a three-eight big stroke, and the loyalty of these ten disciples soared to 100 all of a sudden!

"Okay, good, you guys learn the operation of the devil gun well, and you will be the core backbone of the devil gun team in the future!"

In Sang Zhiheng's heart, a lofty plan has slowly taken shape.

"Hey, by the way, the altar master of the Tianmen Sect was killed by Mao Hu, and the altar can't be without the altar master!"

Sang Zhiheng frowned, his eyes dripping.

"Mao Hu, how about you go to the Tianmen Sect Branch Altar Master?"

Mao Hu is a hairy boy in his early twenties, and he has only been in the Tianmen Sect for a month.

"But, sect master, I don't have any practice, I don't know how to spell, is it appropriate to go to the altar to be the altar master?"

"Afraid of what? See, you have this, which one dares to disagree? ”

Sang Zhiheng didn't say a word, took out the remaining dozen or so bullets from his pocket, and gave them all to Mao Hu.

Mao Hu looked at it and said gratefully: "With this, I am not afraid of anyone." ”

The wind on the side regretted it, and said that I knew that such a powerful artifact was issued, and I also signed up for the gun team.

"Huh? Aren't you even afraid of the sect master? Feng Wuxian asked with a vinegary taste.

When Mao Hu heard this, he hurriedly lowered his head and said, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid!" ”

Sang Zhiheng was happy and laughed: "Hahahaha, brothers, as long as you follow me and mix well, the world is ours!" ”

This tone is a little arrogant, but for young people, it is spicy and exciting.

"Long live the Sect Master!"

Feng Wuxian was faintly worried in his heart, why did the sect master call everyone brothers, instead of disciples?

After arranging the question of choosing the master of the sub-altar, Sang Zhiheng asked the disciples of the sub-altar who had just followed Ye Long for the purpose of their coming.

The disciple of the branch altar replied that the sect master of the Tianyun Sect had had a close relationship with a medium-sized sect master in Donghua Prefecture since the last Donghua Prefecture Sect Conference, and he had come to report on his work.

Sang Zhiheng smiled slightly, and said in his heart: Fortunately, I didn't have a shot with that sassy girl last time, otherwise these dozens of broken cars would definitely make themselves turn over.

It is true that the sect master of Tianyun Sect is a big beauty, but she cultivates the evil method of collecting yang and supplementing yin, which is not something that ordinary men can bear.

After sending Mao Hu away, Sang Zhiheng turned back to the Taoist temple and came to his residence.

There are now more than 130 people in the Taoist temple, and accommodation has become a big problem.

Since Nie Hongyi was arrested, he has been locked up in Sang Zhiheng's room.

When he returned to his room, Sang Zhiheng saw that Nie Hongyi was very haggard and had lost a lot of weight.

Every time he saw Nie Hongyi, he had a very strange sense of intimacy.

Seeing her thin like this, Sang Zhiheng was a little distressed and pitiful.

"I heard you don't like to eat?"

Looking at Nie Hongyi, who was sitting at the table with unkempt hair, Sang Zhiheng stood at the door, hugged his arms and asked.

Nie Hongyi seemed to be really crazy, didn't say a word, and stared at the window blankly.

"Master, why don't I make a basin of water and wash Miss Nie's face?" Jingxin looked at it and asked Sang Zhiheng busily.

"Miss Nie likes the original ecology, let her be original, you two are guarding the door, you are not allowed to come in without my orders."

"Yes, Master!"

Then the pure heart and the pure dust closed the door and withdrew.

Sang Zhiheng moved a stool and sat down next to Nie Hongyi.

"Actually, I also know that the food here is not for people at all. You say that if you eat such sweet fruits every day, can you not be sick to your stomach? Well, but if you don't eat at all, you're going to die! But I also admire you, you haven't eaten for a few months, and you've lost weight like this, why haven't you died yet? ”

When Nie Hongyi heard this, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you looking forward to me dying sooner?" ”

"No, no, no, Miss Nie, you misunderstood, how could I hope that Miss Nie would die sooner? Miss Nie is so beautiful and so cute, I will not be willing to let Miss Nie die. ”

When Nie Hongyi heard this, he suddenly raised his head and laughed: "Hahahaha, do you think I'm still beautiful now?" ”

As soon as the red clothes raised their heads, the hair that was scattered in front of their faces was thrown behind their heads. Then, Sang Zhiheng saw a face like a dead tree, and he turned his head in fright, and vomited with a wow.

"Beautiful, wow, beautiful is so exciting!"

"Sang Zhiheng, I'm going to kill you!"

Nie Hongyi saw Sang Zhiheng turn his face away, and stretched out his hands to grab his neck.

However, Sang Zhiheng turned around suddenly, took out a steamed bun from his arms, and said, "Give!" ”

Nie Hongyi was stunned for a moment, blinked, and the outstretched hand stayed in mid-air in the form of a claw.

She looked at the white, round, and beautiful semicircle of Sang Zhiheng's hand, which was as cute and beautiful as a woman's breasts, and asked, "What is this?" ”

"This is a steamed bun!" Sang Zhiheng blinked and looked at Nie Hongyi with a sincere expression.

"Steamed buns? What for? "The staple food in this world is fruit, and I have never seen steamed buns, so Nie Hongyi looked surprised and puzzled.

"It's delicious, if you can't get used to eating fruit, you can try this."

Sang Zhiheng looked at Nie Hongyi with a sincere face and nodded vigorously.

Nie Hongyi hesitated a little, and then Sang Zhiheng sent his hands forward again.

This steamed bun was steamed by his mother, and it was made by grinding wheat from Taizi Village into flour, and it is definitely a very delicious steamed bun.

In order to improve the staple food of this space, Sang Zhiheng decided to let the residents in the space enjoy the delicious food first, and steamed buns were the first step in his plan.

Looking at Sang Zhiheng with a sincere face, Nie Hongyi hesitated.

How sincere and kind these eyes are!

I'll kill him? No, he's the one I've ever loved!

Nie Hongyi's hand hanging in mid-air trembled, and he hesitated.

"It's delicious, pick it up and eat it." Sang Zhiheng's loving smile was about to completely melt this murderous female devil.

In Sang Zhiheng's eyes, Nie Hongyi is now a female devil who kills people without blinking, and she kills and kills, and she doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all.

The aroma is tangy, and the appearance is so cute.

Finally, Nie Hongyi gently stretched out his hand to the steamed bun, and then suddenly grabbed the steamed bun quickly, held it, and took a big bite.

Seeing Nie Hongyi gobbling up steamed buns, Sang Zhiheng asked with some distress, "Is it delicious?" ”

Nie Hongyi found that this food called steamed buns tasted fragrant, tasted sweet, and soft to the touch, it was really the most wonderful food in the world.

She hasn't eaten for two or three months, once she encounters such a good delicacy, can she hold it?

However, Nie Hongyi was eating, and suddenly cried.