The snow-white spear weighed thirty-six pounds, the barrel was nine feet nine inches long, the head was three inches and nine minutes long, the barrel was carved with many snowflake patterns, and the head of the spear had a blood groove.

This spear is called the Snow Lance, a low-grade weapon with an attribute of ice and snow, suitable for people with ice and snow attributes, and can play a greater advantage, Roger's Yuan Force attribute is flame, and it is not suitable for using this Drifting Snow Gun, but in addition to this Drifting Snow Gun, there are no other advanced spear weapons in his hand.

Sou.

With a silver-white spear in hand, Roger turned into a white shadow and rushed out of the room, sending up a snowflake along the way, and he landed in the center of the Green Bamboo Garden.

Call.

Roger slowly closed his eyes and breathed slowly, the cold air entered the chest cavity and quickly spread in the chest cavity, and the cold air became slightly warmer, and it was expelled from the chest cavity and turned into cold air again.

"Feel nature. In Roger's mind, the words of a gray-haired but majestic old man came to mind, "Nature is the master of all things. ”

Exhale – Breathe – Breathe –

Roger's chest rose and fell, the frequency became more and more even, and when the speed of the chest bulging and the speed of the concave were basically the same, he opened his eyes, his wrist moved, and the whistling sound sounded, and the snow gun was thrown into the air and slowly rotated and fell, and the snow gun itself was also spinning rapidly.

With a bang, Roger stepped on the ground hard, rushed up to the sky, grabbed the snow gun, and after landing, he displayed "Nine Turns and Eighteen Guns".

Boom.

Silver-white spears flickered in the air, like the brightest waning moon in the night sky, dazzling but not dazzling, cold and beautiful.

"Nine turns and eighteen guns are innate marksmanship, and the aspects that focus on are speed, explosion, penetration, and weirdness!" Roger's speed is extremely fast, and his figure appears everywhere in the Qingzhu Garden, "Nine turns of the method, the cultivator and the spear should be fused with the spear and rotate together, rotate quickly!"

Sou!

Roger stabbed in one direction with a spear, kept going forward, and with a bang, he stepped on the ground with his right foot to the left, and the whole person spun quickly in a clockwise direction!

Whew!

Roger held a spear in his hand and spun rapidly in mid-air and slammed forward, and the man and the gun together seemed to be a fast-spinning spinning top.

With a snap, Roger fell, instantly stabilized his body, and continued to perform marksmanship moves, "One breath and four turns, too slow and too slow, too weak and too weak, not enough explosion, not enough penetration!"

"Thorn!"

"Sweep!"

"Hack!"

"Row!"

"Hook!"

“......”

Nine turns and eighteen shots, one move and one style, Roger used it quite smoothly and quickly, without hindrance and pause, but he just felt dissatisfied, the speed of the stab was too slow, the penetration was not enough, the explosive power was not enough, and the soft feeling could not even pierce a stone.

The same goes for the rest of the moves, speed, bursts, penetrations, and weirdness are not enough, and they don't even reach the standard line.

"Faster!"

"A little harder!"

"Penetrate a little stronger!"

"A little weirder!"

Roger made demands on himself while practicing the gun, the speed became faster and faster, the explosion became more and more violent, the snow spear stabbed out, rubbed against the air, and a sharp whistling sound sounded, as if a monster was screaming.

"Thorn!"

Roger shouted violently, and a shot was stabbed, smack...... Eight snow guns appeared in the air, and they quickly disappeared.

"It used to be one shot and eight shots, and now it's still one shot and eight shots, standing still!" Roger roared angrily, and continued to perform marksmanship moves frantically and continuously, even though his body was already sweating, his strength was greatly consumed, and his speed slowed down significantly.

"A month ago, before I took the task, I was able to complete four turns in nine turns and eighteen shots, and I was able to stab eight shots in one breath, and now I have cultivated to the tenth layer of the Heavenly Realm, and I have successfully built the foundation of one vein of the refining body, but I can only complete four turns in one breath, and I can only stab eight shots in one shot, waste!" Roger stopped, and with a bang, he parked the snow spear on the ground, sat cross-legged on the snow, posed in a cultivation posture, closed his eyes, and ran the "Fire Yuan Jue" to recover.

When night fell, the moon and stars were sparse, the sky was covered with goose feathers, the streets that had just been cleared were once again covered with heavy snow, and the majestic Aurora City became white again.

Roger sitting cross-legged in the snow is covered in snow at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a snowman.

"It's that I'm too anxious. Roger thought to himself, "Hurry is not enough." I'm bent on success, forgetting the principle of gradual progress, cultivating to improve, it doesn't mean that marksmanship will follow, ridiculous, ridiculous, fortunately it didn't make a big mistake, maybe God is also helping me, and it snows so hard to keep me calm and calm. ”

Cultivation is the most taboo to seek success.

Haste makes waste.

If you don't follow the step-by-step process, regardless of absorbing the star stone, the physical body absorbs energy beyond the limit of bearing, and the body will explode like a balloon, and there will be no corpse.

"If you want to hurry, you can't do it!!" said Roger, standing up, and with a bang, pieces of snow fell from his body, and his body shook, and the fine pieces of snow stuck to his skin, hair, and clothes were all shaken out.

Crackling.

Roger twisted his waist and moved his hands, feet and neck, and his bones made a crisp sound, which was quite beautiful.

"I figured it out, the whole person is a lot of energy!" Roger said to himself with a smile, "Is this a kind of thoughtfulness? ”

Smack.

Roger held the snow gun and cast "Nine Turns and Eighteen Guns" again, one move and one style were more natural and smooth than the previous ones, and the power seemed to have increased a lot.

"You can't rush it, you can't reach it quickly, if you can't reach it this time, you will do it next time, and if you can't achieve it again, you will reach it next time. ”

Whew!

Nine-turn type –

Four turns!

Undeterred, Roger practiced "Nine Turns and Eighteen Guns" with a normal mind, over and over again, towards the goal - faster, more explosive, more bizarre moves, and more penetrating efforts.

When you don't understand, stop where you have doubts, stop where you don't understand, and stop when you don't understand it, ponder and think, and try back and forth over and over again until you figure it out, dispel your doubts, and make the moves smooth, and then continue to practice the next move.

Hiss!

One shot was stabbed, and eight gun shadows appeared, or one shot and eight shots!

Bang!

"Hungry! Eat!" Roger put the snow gun on the ground, entered the house and rang the bell, the knock on the door soon sounded, Roger said: "Three catties of beef, three catties of sake, three catties of rice, and a pot of green bamboo shoot soup!"

"Roger!" said the innkeeper, "Your Excellency, please wait a moment. ”

"Go. Roger said, taking off his robe and scarf, and entering the bathroom.

After taking a shower, there was a knock on the door, Roger wrapped himself in a bathrobe and went over to open the door, and saw an innkeeper and a rather beautiful maid, standing outside with a board, looking at Roger respectfully.

In such a cold weather, Roger felt cold, but this maid with a beautiful face and a convex and backward figure was thinly dressed.

"Come in. Roger said that although the maid was quite beautiful and had a hot body, it did not arouse his bestial desires in the slightest.

The innkeeper and the maid carefully walked into the garden with the board, and went into the living room to set up the meal, and the innkeeper whispered to Roger what else he had to say, and then left alone, and the maid stayed, standing at the table, looking at Roger with affection.

"You go too. Roger said.

A hint of consternation flashed across the maid's face, and she looked at Roger with a pleading expression.

Roger was unmoved, looked at the maid, and said coldly, "Do you need me to say it a second time?"

The maid's heart trembled, her cold hair exploded, and she fled in a hurry.

Roger shook his head and sat down to eat, he didn't eat fast, cultivation can't be rushed, if eating is not necessary, it shouldn't be too fast, sometimes he feels that eating is also a kind of cultivation.

"When you practice nine turns and eighteen guns to five turns and nine guns, you will try to take on a bronze-level task. Roger thought silently, "The minimum requirement for deadwood-level tasks is generally the seventh layer of the acquired realm, and most of the opponents encountered are the ninth or tenth level of the acquired realm, the minimum requirements for the black iron-level tasks are generally the eleventh layer of the acquired realm, and most of the opponents encountered are the twelfth or thirteenth level of the acquired realm, and the minimum requirements for bronze-level tasks are generally the early stage of the congenital crystallization realm, and most of the opponents encountered are in the middle and late stages of the innate crystallization realm." ”

Roger is a black iron adventurer, he can take on deadwood, black iron-level tasks, or general bronze-level tasks, however, he takes deadwood-level and black-iron level tasks, and it doesn't matter if the task fails, there will be no punishment, the rules of the bronze-level mission are different, and if the mission fails, he will suffer serious punishment!

The purpose of the Adventurer's Guild is to prevent adventurers from skipping the level to take on tasks and damage the reputation of the Adventurer's Guild.

After eating, Roger shook the bell, and the innkeeper soon appeared, quickly cleaned up the table and left.

"Read a book. ”

Roger took out a finger-thick black thread-bound book from his bosom, flipped it to the place where he had read it before, and continued to read it with relish.

This book is a biography of the deity Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu's life is full of legends, of course, to be able to become a cultivator of gods, no one's life is simple, however, Zhou Yu's life, even if it is put into the lives of many gods, the degree of legend is rarely comparable.

"Interesting, really interesting!" Roger exclaimed, "Zhou Yu has just stepped into the Innate Golden Pill Realm, and he actually hacked a transcendent realm existence to death with one sword!"

"Zhou Yushen said that any move and style can be turned into a killing move if practiced to the extreme. Reading this sentence, Roger couldn't help but stop and think carefully, the set of marksmanship of "Nine Turns and Eighteen Guns" contains many moves, not only nine turns and eighteen shots, Roger persistently practices nine turns and eighteen guns because these two moves are the most powerful and powerful moves in the set of "Nine Turns and Eighteen Guns", which are killer moves!

"Practice to the extreme...... , practice to the extreme......" Roger thought, "To practice one move and one style to the extreme, how easy is it, I still practice the nine turns and eighteen guns first!"