The speed of the fireball was extremely fast, and Ma Meimei didn't use her hands to catch it. I only heard a "boom", and the iron ball hit Ma Miao's chest!

At the critical moment, Ma Yuanmei sacrificed the Xuanyuan Mirror, and the mirror surface fluctuated, absorbing all the energy of the iron ball, and the iron ball lost all its power, fell from the air, and smashed at Ma Yuan's feet, smashing a hole in the ground.

And Ma Mi was also smashed by this shock wave, and she took several steps back to stabilize her figure.

Everyone present, including the generals of the Iron Cavalry Battalion, was impressed by Ma Mi's strong force.

Especially Zu Dabi, he fought with Nurhachi several times, and he recognized at a glance that Ma Miao's true qi was not what ordinary people could have, but the real dragon qi! It's just that Nurhachi's transfiguration of the emperor soul was a dark Xuanwu with a dark body, and Ma Mi was a silver fox. He couldn't help but exclaim: "My mother, that's the emperor's soul!" That's right, Lao Tzu recognizes that only the true Son of Heaven can conjure up a divine beast! ”

The generals of the Iron Cavalry Battalion also looked incredible, they only knew that their commander was a master of the realm of the royal road, but they didn't expect that she had reached the realm of the emperor, which was a realm that only the true son of heaven could reach! Moreover, they were lucky enough to see the legendary Emperor Soul today!

I don't know who knelt down first, and then everyone knelt down one by one, worshiping this rare spectacle of dragon qi transformation.

"Concubine Wu is mighty!"

"Mighty!"

Tsunami-like cheers rang out one after another.

And the scholars of the academy were also fanatical, and they were even more excited than the horses who took the artillery attack. They finally realized that this kind of passion that overdrew their true qi and burst out with all their strength made them even more excited, and the little pleasure of studying in the academy was nothing compared to this fanatical passion.

This is the martial spirit that Wang Jian wants!

Zhang Shuihua also asked excitedly: "Master, the student heard that there are four kinds of divine beasts that this emperor soul transforms, which are the soul of life in the east, the soul of life in the east, the soul of killing in the west, the soul of slaughter in the west, the soul of tenacity in the north, Xuanwu, and the soul of rebirth in the south. ”

Bi Maokang also looked at Ma Yumei with a look of surprise, he thought for a long time, and said: "Indeed, as you said, non-Son of Heaven must not have the ability to truly qi dragons, and there are only four kinds of emperor souls, which cannot be wrong, so Concubine Wu's emperor soul should not be the real emperor soul." ”

The students below asked again, "Since it is not an emperor soul, how can it turn true qi into dragon qi?" ”

Bi Maokang pondered for a long time and hesitated: "If I guess correctly, it is the soul of the Emperor Mother!" ”

"The soul of the Imperial Mother?"

"Yes, the white fox emperor soul should be the ancestor of all emperor souls, according to the historical book "Wu Yue Chunqiu", according to legend, Di Yu's wife is a nine-tailed white fox. Presumably, Concubine Wu Niangniang had some adventures and obtained the soul of the emperor's mother, and it is unknown that there is such a miraculous creation. ”

Bi Maokang guessed well, it was that day that Ma Concubine wanted to enter the true qi to Wang Jian, so he obtained a trace of Wang Jian's dragon qi because of the blessing of misfortune, and achieved today's White Fox Emperor Soul.

The surrounding scholars all nodded feverishly, in their minds, if the cold girl who beat them a few days ago was like a fairy that made them feel amazing, and even many people were willing to be beaten, then today's Wu Concubine Niangniang is even more of a goddess-like village head.

Under the influence of the second daughter, they awakened the wildness in their hearts, and they also worshiped force even more.

At the beginning, they also complained a lot about Bi Maokang: the dignified cultural school was turned into an arsenal, and instead of studying the books of sages and sages every day, they stayed with a group of craftsmen and martial artists, either carrying water or striking iron, making them sweaty all over. At this moment, seeing Ma Miao's great power, she was finally convinced and willing to stay and develop firearms together. They fantasize that one day, they can work with the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty to kill all sides on the battlefield with the firearms they developed with their own hands, and spill blood on the battlefield, what glory and glory it is.

Of course, there are some old professors who don't think so, they still feel that the reason why they have become excited and fanatical is not because they are infected by powerful force, but because they are born with the power of the monarch and worship the imperial power. Moreover, this kind of fanaticism makes one's "heart not quiet", which is not conducive to the studies of scholars, and is not the mentality that a gentleman should have. A true gentleman should be indifferent to fame and fortune.

Wang Jian ran over, looked at Ma Yanmei with a worried face, and said gently, "Are you okay?" ”

Ma Yumei adjusted her breathing, pursed her mouth to suppress the churning qi and blood, and smiled sweetly: "Brother Jane, I'm fine." ”

In the tsunami-like cheers of everyone, Wang Jian happily took Ma Concubine's little hand and walked back.

Bi Maokang said in a timely manner: "Please give this cannon a name!" ”

Wang Jian thought about it, and he really wasn't good at choosing a name (otherwise the character names in this book wouldn't be good).

"Well, since this cannon didn't hurt my concubine, it is innocent, and this cannon is extremely brave, so it should be given a resounding name," Wang Jian thought for a long time, and when everyone was sleepy, he said: "Just call it 'Bubble Dragon'."

When everyone heard that the emperor gave such a cute name to such a powerful cannon, they suddenly fell off with a soft foot.

Where did they understand Wang Jian's bad taste, since it was the emperor's golden mouth, they had to accept this strange name.

Bi Maokang offered another kind of Lianzhu gun, which cost a lot of money, costing 1,000 taels of silver.

Wang Jian's eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw it: "This is a gun, a real gun!" ”

The design of this gun is very ingenious, not only can the two actions of loading and firing be coherent, thus increasing the frequency of shooting. And after a single load, it can store as many as 28 rounds of projectiles, because it combines the projectile and the fire to form a whole! That's right, a magazine is like a bullet!

When Wang Jian saw this Lianzhu Gong, he roared excitedly: "Who the hell designed this?!" ”

Wang Jian roared like this, among the scholars in the academy, there was a man named Dai Zi who was frightened, he did not come to power that day, and the unlucky one was also arrested and put in prison, and was imprisoned for two nights. During his imprisonment, he also had a terrible dream in which an immortal taught him a firearm and warned him that Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and that such a firearm must not be passed down to the world, otherwise it will slaughter the world, and he will be punished by heaven, and he will be cut off from his children and grandchildren.

After waking up from the dream, Dai Zi made such a beaded gun according to the memory in his dream, with the cooperation of the craftsmen.

Dai Zi didn't expect that in just one day, the dream came true: Didn't I suffer from God's curse so soon?