"Of course not, but it's a pity to just give up these channels."

Yang Wushu frowned.

"But there are only so many of our clansmen, and the medicines we produce are limited, Your Highness, you won't take care of one or the other for a little monetary benefit, right?"

Before Xia Ling could explain, Dugu Bo patted Yang Wushu's shoulder first.

"Xiao Yang, this is your thinking is outdated, isn't it? Small workshop production, that is already a thing of the past. What do we pay attention to in the Martial Spirit Hall now? Mass production in large factories. As long as the raw materials can keep up, the number of outputs is a small problem, and there are workers in the Wuhun Palace. ”

"Big factory? Small workshops? What's that? ”

Yang Wudi, who had not yet received an education, was confused.

"After a while, you will understand after you go to Wuhun City to attend classes, so don't rush now. Lao Yang, you give me a copy of all the channel business information of your broken clan, and I will send someone to connect with you when the time comes, you don't have to worry about this, and you can study your drugs with peace of mind. ”

“...... Okay. ”

......

In the afternoon of the same day, Yang Wushu found Xia Ling again.

"Your Highness, didn't you promise me to instruct me on my marksmanship? But I haven't heard that there is a Titled Douluo in the Wuhun Hall who is good at using guns? ”

"Not really, I personally instructed you."

"You?"

Yang Wushu looked him up and down, and the suspicion in his eyes clearly showed that he was a little unconvinced.

Very unbelievable.

"Although with your performance a year ago, you may indeed be able to draw with me, or even crush me. But your two martial spirits are not guns, so how can you point me out? ”

What's wrong with not the gun?

Martial soul is not a gun, don't I still have a system?

A long time ago, when he had no soul power, he had cultivated all kinds of martial arts.

Xia Ling smiled slightly, and instantly pulled out a seven-foot-long spear from the Qiankun Ring.

The head of the spear is silvery-white, and a silver dragon hovers over it.

"Good gun! Although the spear head is made of mortal iron, it has an indomitable momentum. I don't know what the name of this gun is? ”

"The name of the gun, gentian. Let's go, let's go to the martial arts arena. ”

Xia Ling took Yang Wushu to stand in the martial arts arena.

"Lao Yang, neither of you and I use soul power and soul skills, how about a pure competition of marksmanship?"

"Good!"

Yang Wushu happily agreed, showing his soul breaking gun.

"Boom!"

When the two sides are settled, Xia Ling will attack first.

His core muscles activated, and the collapse was extremely fast, and the momentum had been transformed into explosive energy in an instant.

The tip of the gun rubbed against the air in rapid motion, emitting a piercing beep.

Guns come out like dragons!

So fast!

Yang Wushu was shocked in his heart, and kicked his legs to exert force.

Burst out the power of the thigh muscle groups, attack with one hand as the axis, and use the centrifugal force of the tip of the gun as kinetic energy.

"Bang!"

The two spears collided in the air, and the burst of energy shattered all the plants growing around the arena.

At the moment of previous contact, Yang Wushu felt that something was wrong.

Xia Ling's power skills are extremely skillful, even in the pure skill competition, he directly crushed himself.

After a move, Xia Ling spoke: "Old Yang, you are not a marksman. ”

"What did you say?"

Yang Wushu frowned.

"You're saying I'm not a marksman?"

"You're a stick, and it's not at all related to marksmanship."

"Come again!"

Yang Wushu felt that his cultivation achievements had been insulted, and he sprinted with his gun.

His becoming Xia Ling's subordinate does not mean that he will fully accept everything Xia Ling says.

That's not a subordinate, that's a slave.

Xia Ling sighed faintly in his heart.

Whether it's Contra Douluo or Title Douluo.

As long as they are free from the help of the soul ring, they are all a bunch of half-people who can only mess around.

Yang Invincible, who is known as breaking through everything, is no different.

It's not their fault, it's the sorrow of the whole continent.

Since you are not convinced, then speak with facts.

Summer Spirit also stepped forward with a gun and returned the color.

The two spears struck and rubbed against each other in the air at a rapid pace, making a clanging sound of gold and iron.

Sparks, bursting out in the collision of gun heads.

"Lao Yang, look at it, this is the mystery of marksmanship!"

After a few rounds, Xia Ling had completely seen through Yang Invincible's offensive path.

It's just a few basic moves over and over, and most of them attack with the centrifugal force of the tip of the gun.

It looks like a crash in a big gun, but it's actually more like the number of ways in the stick method.

These attacks do not bring out the best in the spear.

He silently recited the gun score in his heart, and the silver dragon in his hand burst out.

A little eyebrow and two piercing hearts,

Three piercing of the navel and four teasing yin,

Five knees and six feet,

Seven shoulders and necks are divided left and right.

The summer spirit is rooted and stands very steadily, and his right hand does not leave his waist at all.

A gentian bright silver spear was in his hand, like a real silver dragon soaring in the sky.

Collapse, pluck, press, cover, pick, pierce.

Between the changes of moves, it is as fast as lightning and as thunderous.

Recruit and attack in the most uncomfortable place for Yang Invincible.

As the so-called:

The front hand is closed and the waist is turned, and the back hand is twisted to drill forward,

Tie in a hurry, pump fast, go straight out and step forward,

The body is like a bow, the gun is like an arrow, and he retreats back and forth without meeting.

After just ten rounds, Yang Wushu was already a little tired, and sweat soaked his clothes.

For decades of cultivation, he has always been extremely confident in his marksmanship.

With this Soul Breaking Spear, he thought that even Title Douluo would avoid him for three points.

Now in Xia Ling's hands, he felt for the first time what it was like to be aggrieved.

You can't use it with strength, and you can't use it with strength.

From the second round onwards, he was completely on the back foot.

The gentian in Xia Ling's hand, which was made of ash rods and mortal iron, was definitely inferior to his own soul-breaking spear in terms of material.

But relying on such a mortal gun, the other party can't raise his head at all.

Stab, poke, point, sweep, pick.

The marksmanship used by the opponent went straight to his vital point.

If it weren't for the fact that he Yang Invincible relied on the experience accumulated over the years of fighting to move and block in the air, I am afraid that he would have been splashed with blood on the spot.

In this way, within three rounds, he will definitely lose.

With Yang's invincible arrogance, he does not allow himself to fail, let alone fail in the proudest field.

At this moment, the situation in the field suddenly changed.

When Xia Ling withdrew, he seemed to reveal a sideways flaw.

He actually tried to turn around and pull himself back with the tip of his gun!

As a combat veteran, Yang Wushu couldn't let go of this opportunity and followed this flaw to attack.

Just when he thought that his victory was in sight, he didn't expect the summer spirit in front of him to suddenly turn around suddenly.

Twist the waist and borrow from the ground.

The spear in his hand burst out of the air like a silver dragon, not giving Yang Wushu the slightest time to prepare.

The eye and the heart are together.

Qi and force are combined.

Steps and moves.

Before Xia Ling could fully turn around, the attack had already arrived.

Yang Wushu only felt that the red and silver color flashed in front of him, and the tip of the gentian spear had already been nailed straight to the head of his soul-breaking spear.

In an instant, a momentum that was enough to pierce the heavenly dome erupted, almost trying to split the space.

Yang Wushu only felt that he was no longer facing a person who did not open a martial spirit, but a real dragon.

The force of panic was transmitted down the head of the gun to his arm, making him almost unable to hold the barrel of the gun.

Subconsciously, he even wanted to activate his martial soul true body to resist.

However, by this time it was already too late.

It takes time for the Martial Soul True Body to be activated.

This move, the marksmanship, did not give him this time.

In Yang Wuving's dumbfounded expression, the soul breaking spear he was proud of was shattered!

The Soul Breaker Spear was ignited by a shot from the Summer Spirit, turning into the most primitive soul power and disappearing into the air.

The silver spear head was unhindered after the Soul Breaker Gun exploded, and stopped at Yang Wuyi's throat.

At this time, Xia Ling had completely turned around and held the tail of the spear with one hand.

The spear was straight and did not tremble at all.

A drop of cold sweat flowed from the corner of Yang Wudi's forehead, and his lips opened and closed, not knowing what to say.

"The lone goose is out of the group, in the momentum, in the food, the gun pierces people, and it is not far from the law. This is, the green dragon probes the claws. When the front hand is put down, the back hand is exhausted, and one inch can grow one inch stronger. Lao Yang, I replied to the pistol with this move, do you understand? ”

With that, Xia Ling's hand was full of strength, and the gentian bright silver spear made by Zhao Yun's weapon in the imitation game shattered into a cloud of debris.

This gun was shot and played with a long time ago in the summer when Ling had just learned to forge a spirit, and now it is broken here, which can be regarded as the end of life.

The ash rod and the iron mother are both ordinary materials, and it is definitely a miracle that it can detonate Yang's invincible soul breaking gun.

"Hey, it's a pity that I got a good gun."

Pirated Gentian: If you don't believe me, I almost stabbed a Contra to death.

Yang Wushu looked at his hands, and then stared at the spear fragments on the ground, stunned.

At this time, a turbulent wave had already set off in his mind, and he had been playing the last form of Xia Ling's return gun on a loop.

For a long time, there was an extremely faint momentum from Yang Wuving's body.

This momentum is very familiar to Xia Ling, and Zhu Zhuqing is also familiar with it.

This is the fluctuation of meaning.

Zhu Zhuqing called it blade intent.

Sword Douluo called it Sword Intent.

Put it on Yang Wuving, that is the gun intent.

It's just that this gun intent is still very weak, and it's just a prototype.

Don't talk about being with Sword Douluo.

is compared with Zhu Zhuqing, it is all trivial.

Yang Wuving, who came back to his senses, arched his hand and bowed deeply to Xia Ling.

"Your Highness, my gun, wrong, please teach me."

Xia Ling hurriedly helped Yang Wushu up.

"Old Yang, it doesn't have to be like this. After I teach you marksmanship and you practice diligently, it is only a matter of time before you surpass me in a few years. ”

"Your Highness's marksmanship is so exquisite, how can I surpass it in a few years?"

"Lao Yang, the so-called moon stick, year knife, and a lifetime gun. The marksmanship I practiced seemed to be strong, not because of how deep my understanding of guns was, but because I was on the right path, and in fact, I was also learning from my predecessors. You also know that my martial soul is not a gun, practicing marksmanship is just a hobby, and today's drill is very rough. ”

Yang Wudi's eyes widened in shock, his face full of disbelief.

"Your Highness has such wonderful marksmanship, and you still claim to be very rough? Don't lie to me! ”

Xia Ling smiled, and lightly tapped the index finger of his right hand on Yang Wuyi's eyebrows.

A large number of gun scores and mantras were instantly sent into his mind.

"Since you don't believe it, let's practice it yourself, I've already handed it over to you. When your twenty-four marksmanship is completed, killing Title Douluo will be as easy as probing for something. ”

Feeling the large amount of information coming from his brain, Yang Wudi's eyes widened.

This kind of marksmanship, if combined with soul power, is almost like twenty-four self-created soul skills!

Such a precious marksmanship, His Royal Highness the Holy Son actually said to give it!

In the next second, Yang Wushu suddenly knelt on one knee and made a big salute.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son is very gracious, Yang is invincible and unforgettable, from now on, I am willing to serve His Royal Highness!"

"Okay, okay, whatever you want, you get up quickly, I don't kneel!"

"You get up for me! No kneeling! ”

Xia Ling pulled Yang Wudi up with a dark face.

What's the matter, why do people from this Douluo Continent always kneel down without saying a word!