Elder Feng frowned, and hurriedly went out to greet someone.

The last time the sect master was in retreat, he instructed himself not to consider the funding of the Taoist temple, and directly recruited a large number of people.

Since the Sect Master's retreat, the Heavenly Gate Sect Daoist Temple has already recruited 100 new disciples.

This is a world of cultivating immortals, who doesn't want to be able to cultivate immortals.

However, all the resources for cultivating immortals are occupied by large and small sects. If an individual wants to cultivate immortals by himself, unless he discovers an aura space, otherwise it is almost impossible.

Besides, all the aura spaces in the world have basically been occupied by the major sects, so it's the turn of an individual to discover it.

Therefore, once the Tianmen Sect posted a notice to recruit disciples, the villagers of several small mountain villages around immediately responded in groups.

In just a few days, hundreds of teenagers came to sign up.

This is indeed a very high proportion in the area of three or four thousand people in the area of three mountains.

Soon, Feng Wuxian ordered Shui Changliu, Huo Xiangtian, and Bing Fan Fan to gather all the more than a hundred disciples.

After the disciples were gathered, he conveyed the meaning of the sect master to Shui Changliu and the three middle-level leaders.

As soon as the three of them heard this, they proposed that the quota of ten people be allocated to the three groups in proportion to the number of people.

Now the number of people in the Tianmen Sect has increased, but it is still managed according to the original grouping of the sect master, divided into three groups. Then at the beginning, they only managed the water flow of ** people, and now they need to manage more than forty people.

Elder Feng agreed.

However, ten people are divided into three groups, and each group can only be allocated three places, and there is one more place.

This also made it difficult for the smart disciples of the Heavenly Gate Sect, who chose the fairest method, and the scissors burden hammer decided the ownership of the last place.

Soon, ten disciples with good brains and excellent character were selected.

Shui Changliu and the other three leaders of the immortal cultivation team took the lead in writing their names on the list first.

The tall Shui Changliu took the lead, followed by the grumpy Huo Xiangtian and the feminine-looking Bing Fan Fan.

"Senior Brother Sect Master, ten disciples have been selected."

Sang Zhiheng nodded, stood up, and walked out of the front hall.

Shui Changliu and the three of them led seven selected disciples to stand in front of the front hall and wait.

Everyone is looking forward to being selected by the sect master, is there any exercise experience to be taught?

Although it is said that the aura between heaven and earth is thin, if you have the experience of high-quality exercises, after years of perseverance, you may be able to achieve a small success.

As long as the cultivation breaks through the sixth level of the first order, this life insurance will be more than two hundred years old.

And if you accidentally condense the yuan baby, you will be young forever.

Therefore, these ten disciples, one by one, is looking forward to it, and one is happier than the other.

Sang Zhiheng looked at the disciples who were tall, short, fat and thin, but very energetic, nodded and said, "You come with me!" ”

Then, he put his hands behind his back, followed by Pure Dust and Pure Heart, followed by Elder Feng Wuxie, and then ten disciples, and walked towards the backyard together.

Walking to the door of the backyard, Sang Zhiheng turned around and said, "You are all waiting here." ”

Feng Wuxian nodded again and again: "Yes, the sect master forbidden land, out of the sect master and the hair protection disciples, no one can enter." The water is long, you are waiting here! ”

Then, Sang Zhiheng led the pure dust and pure heart to continue walking inside.

bypassed the lotus pond and finally came to the gate of the small courtyard where he was cultivating.

Now, the courtyard has become a large arsenal, and no one else can discover the secrets in it.

"You two are waiting at the door, I'll go get something."

Then, Sang Zhiheng quickly entered the small courtyard, that is, the jade pendant space, and then immediately closed the door.

Standing in front of the mountains of light and heavy weapons, Sang Zhiheng frowned and said to himself: "Mortars, machine guns or something, the lethality is too great, and I won't use them, these things can't be taken out yet." Then I will use this rifle, take ten rifles out first, teach them to learn how to play rifles, and then take them to hunting in places where there are many wild beasts. ”

This is Sang Zhiheng's idea, simple, and without any ambition.

Then, he carried ten rifles and a dozen rounds of ammunition in his pockets and left the courtyard.

"Master, what kind of magic weapon is this?"

Looking at the long black strips of things that the sect master was carrying on his shoulders, Jingxin and Jingchen asked with a frown.

"This is the devil gun!"

After receiving the "devil gun" handed over by Shizun, Xiao Zhengtai and Xiao Lori were very excited: "Devil gun, what material is this made of?" ”

Looking at the two excited children, Sang Zhiheng was also interested.

"You two follow me to work hard, one day Lao Tzu will be happy, and I will reward each of you with a box cannon."

When Jingchen and Jingxin heard this, some looked at each other.

When Sang Zhiheng said this, he felt that something was wrong.

This is the world of Xianxia, and everyone who speaks is crepe, and his own Lao Tzu and Lao Tzu may be a little unacceptable to these two little Zhengtai and Lori.

"Ahem, what, let's go!"

Then, the three of them strode out.

After going out, Sang Zhiheng issued ten rifles to Shui Changliu and the ten of them.

Ten people took the "devil gun" issued to them, and one by one they were excitedly like they had been admitted to the top prize and soaked in a beauty.

"Sect Master Xie rewarded us with the 'Devil Gun' magic weapon!"

Bing Fan Fan's eyes rolled, and he suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, holding a gun and about to kowtow.

Bing Fan Fan's posture made Sang Zhiheng feel very funny, and such a move was like a Japanese devil who surrendered.

The others saw that this thing couldn't be left behind, so they also knelt down.

"Long live the sect master, long live, long live!"

"Get up!"

"Sect Master Xie!"

Then all ten of them stood up.

Shui Changliu leaned over and asked with a smile, "Sect Master, what is the spell used by this magic weapon?" ”

Sang Zhiheng looked back and forth, left and right, and said, "You follow me to the mountain gate!" ”

So, under the leadership of Sang Zhiheng, all the people walked towards the mountain gate.

When he came to the mountain gate, Sang Zhiheng took the rifle from Shui Changliu's hand, and then said to everyone: "This magic weapon is called the devil gun, it is very powerful, this is the method of the devil gun, if you open it, you can use it, and if you close it, you can't use it." Here is the mantra of the devil gun, called the trigger, pull the trigger, and you can use this magic weapon. ”

Sang Zhiheng thought to himself, since everyone says that this is a magic weapon, I will also follow the customs.

The ten men selected were quite clever and quickly understood the basic use of rifles.

"Sect Master, why is this magic weapon not powerful?"

Shui Changliu did it according to Sang Zhiheng's statement, but found that this magic weapon didn't seem to have any power.

Sang Zhiheng smiled, took out a bullet from his pocket, and said: "This is called a bullet, if you press him into the devil's gun, it will be powerful." ”

As he spoke, Sang Zhiheng took Shui Changliu's rifle again, pressed the bullet into it, then pulled the bolt, picked up the gun, aimed at a pine tree dozens of meters away, and pulled the trigger.

There was a thud, and the bullet flew out with a whin.

With a click, the thick pine branch at the mouth of the bowl was broken by Sang Zhiheng's shot.

"Wow, the power of this magic weapon is too strong, within twenty meters, it can even break a pine branch!"

Sang Zhiheng threw the gun to Shui Changliu and said with a smile: "Twenty meters? This shot can kill people within 500 meters! ”

"Wow, it's really good for us that the sect master has given us such a powerful magic weapon. It's just that what is needed for the use of this magic weapon, what kind of bullet ......"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, I'll give you a little more ammunition when you can shoot. Now, let's start with one each, so that you can feel the power of the devil gun. The water is long, and you will be the captain of the devil gun team from now on. ”

As soon as Shui Changliu heard this, he was about to kowtow in gratitude, but was stopped by Sang Zhiheng.

"But I can say it, when you shoot a gun, you must not point it at people, this shot will go down, but it can break all the pine branches with a thick bowl mouth!"

Then, Sang Zhiheng fired a bullet from each of them.

This group of people saw that the sect master broke the pine branch with a shot just now, and they didn't dare to hold it up, so they were very careful one by one.

However, when one is too cautious, it is sometimes easy to make mistakes.

Among the members of the gun team, there was a man named Mao Hu, who nervously pointed the barrel of the gun towards the place where no one was, and shot casually with a bang.

The strong recoil of the bullet pushed the rifle back violently, and hit Mao Hu's shoulder at once, causing Mao Hu to stumble.

Bullets flew out, and a scream was heard at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

When Sang Zhiheng heard this, he thought to himself, don't shoot people indiscriminately.

After a long time, someone hurriedly ran along the steps to the gate of the mountain, knelt down and said, "Sect Master, it's not good, the Lord of the Ye Dragon Altar is dead!" ”

"Dead? How did he die? ”

"Somehow, I don't know who cast an extremely powerful spell, there was a big bang at the top of the mountain, and then I didn't see anything flying down, and a big thumb-thick hole came out of the head of the Ye Long Altar Master, and he died after a few struggles."

As soon as he heard this, Sang Zhiheng fully understood, Mao Hu Mao fired a shot just now, which happened to kill Ye Long under the mountain.

"You, you, hey, Mao Hu, you shot just now, and you actually killed the Lord of the Ye Altar!"

"At the foot of the mountain? I? Killed the Lord of the Leaf Altar? ”

Everyone doesn't believe it, and Mao Hu doesn't believe it, at such a long distance, no matter how powerful the spell is, it is impossible to kill a person, let alone a cultivator with cultivation.

"Come with me, let's take a look."

Soon, Sang Zhiheng took his gun team members to the foot of the mountain.

As soon as he saw it, Sang Zhiheng understood everything, and the bullet pierced Ye Long's head.