, fellow Taoist, do you buy a Gatlin?

"Bang, bang, bang, bang"

The low and rhythmic explosion sounded like a cloth tear machine, echoing in the small shooting range of the A-font room, like continuous muffled thunder.

The ground that was shocked was shaking a little.

Copper shells flew out from the bullet-drop and fell to the ground like raindrops. In a short while, the ground was filled with orange shells.

If you look closely, there are simple imprints on each shell and weak spiritual energy, which means that every bullet is a real spirit bullet.

Although the shell can be filled and used repeatedly.

But it is really a luxury to use a spirit bullet for this test shot.

As for Yamaki himself, he was immersed in the uniqueness of men's pleasure. He held a lever-like grip in his left hand, and his right hand held the reverse-mounted grip, pressing his fingers on the switch.

In front of this black killer, six parallel barrels were fixed by four rings. The bullets shot out during high-speed rotation were as fast as whips, like a belt of destruction.

Heavy recoil was applied to Yamatsume's arms.

But this cultivator of the realm of body refining is like a mountain, motionless.

He could clearly feel the faint collision when the bullet was fired, and his divine thoughts were hidden in the gun body, and he could also sense the exquisite internal operation.

The working principle is not complicated.

But he was amazed at the idea of ​​this weapon.

With one thousand bullets being knocked out in just one minute, Shan Qiuming's depression seemed to be vented in this refreshing experience.

He happily placed the killing weapon that had stopped rotating on the table, and stroked the majestic killing weapon that had emitted scorching smoke with a beloved look and gentle movement.

Obviously.

He likes it.

No man can reject such a big toy, no matter which world it is!

“I bought it.”

Shan Qiuming didn't ask about the price, but just said casually.

The tone is low and stubborn.

There is probably no one who can stop him from taking this big toy into his own pocket...

Isn't it just money?

Shut up!

Bastard, take my money!

Take it away quickly, it will be annoying to see them!

"I can't make a decision on this."

Hei Shui took off the earphones from his ears, rubbed his ears, and said to his friend:

"You have to meet my boss. This gun is a test-making model after all. I don't know why the boss must call it Gatlin, but the title of Vulcan cannon is indeed well deserved.

You should have noticed it, Brother Qiu Ming.

This gun hasn't been finished yet."

Blackwater explained:

"The boss said that there are still a few magic circles that have not been added, and it has been converted into a spirit stone for energy supply. This requires the help of the elders of Moshuang Mountain, so even if you really want it, you have to wait for a while.

However, you can pay a deposit in advance.

When it is done, you will get it right away.”

“I think it’s strong enough now.”

Yamakimei sat on a chair, took out a pointed bullet from the bullet box next to her, and placed it in front of her and observed it carefully. He said:

"There are two formations on it, and I can't understand it, just like I can't understand the other formations on this Vulcan cannon. They seem to be different from the Mo family's talismans."

As he spoke, the monk looked at the "target" fifty meters away in front of him.

There was only a piece of blood-stained flesh and flesh, and there was still a remaining cold air. A minute ago, there were three little monsters tied up there.

And two bound ghosts.

"It is very powerful against monsters and ghosts, and this is still my use of this ordinary enchantment bullet."

Yamaki looked at another bullet box, which contained red bullet links, which were specially supplied with ghosts to kill and marks on the shell.

Not quite the same as other engravings.

More complicated.

"The young master from Moshuang Mountain below didn't lie to me. This thing is indeed much more useful than ordinary magic tools."

Shan Qiuming pursed his lips with some regrets, patted the Vulcan Cannon and said:

"Take it with me, I can sweep across the southern wilderness Star Valley, and even have confidence to compete with those yakshas."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door behind him was opened.

"I advise you not to provoke a Wuchang. The outcome of a challenge above the level will generally not be too good.

And if you really want to hunt down some yasha ghosts, you'd better wait for me to complete this gun, and I'm planning to upgrade it.

If you can use spirit stones to drive it, you can carry more sealing formations.

Penetration, destructive power, and explosive power will be stronger."

Jiang Xia's gentle voice followed the opened door and entered the small shooting range. When he saw him walking in, Heishui immediately stood up straight and said in a deep voice:

"Hello boss!"

"Um."

Jiang Xia nodded to his employees and looked back at Shan Qiuming.

With the perception of a monk in the Qi Training Realm, the young man sitting in front of him gave Jiang Xia the feeling that he was a volcano that was about to erupt, and his body exuded a heat-like momentum.

Every muscle and every blood vessel flows like real flames.

In terms of vitality alone, it is extremely powerful, more than five times that of Matishu, who is a monk of the true realm of existence. Don’t think about it, this guy’s body must be very tough.

It may even match the hardness of alloy steel.

This is the body refiner.

A group of monsters that pursue extreme brute force and enjoy destruction.

But when Shan Qiuming was sitting there, his momentum was not missing. On the surface, he looked like an ordinary mortal, and he knew that this guy must have a very clever body refining technique.

"Hello, distinguished guest, my name is Jiangxia, the owner of this market."

Jiang Xia raised his left hand and made a ceremony between monks toward Mount Qiuming.

The latter is also observing Jiang Xia.

Actually, there is nothing to observe. Jiang Xia, a monk who had just entered the Qi training realm, looked like a naked body in Shan Qiuming, who was one level higher than him.

You can see clearly at a glance.

However, Shan Qiuming's attention quickly focused on Jiang Xia's left arm. He frowned and said:

"Your arm...is the Mohist school agency?"

"Well, I am worthy of being a body refiner, I am sensitive to this thing."

Jiang Xia laughed, raised his left hand, and silver light flashed, and the mantis-like folding arm knife popped out, as fast as lightning, which scared the black water next to him.

He didn't notice at all that there was such a dangerous thing hidden in the boss's left arm.

"sharp!"

Shan Qiuming's eyes suddenly lit up.

He looked at the arm knife slowly retracting Jiang Xia's arm, rubbed his chin and said:

"If I get disabled that day, I will definitely ask you to help me change the same one, using my body as a weapon. Fellow Daoist Jiang, you are not a body refiner.

But you are already deeply impressed by my true meaning of the way of refining the body.

Of course, this can be talked about later.

I heard from my friend that this Vulcan cannon can be paid for?”

"Um."

Jiang Xia took a look at his proud work and said:

"I have convinced Elder Wang to help me improve. It will be done in about a while. Then you can go directly to Fengyang County City and Ruyifang City to find Liu Laosi.

He will give you the finished product.

In addition, the price of the spirit bullet is calculated separately. If the customer wants special bullets, he should explain it in advance, which is a bit troublesome to make."

"Well, I want to kill ten thousand ghost bombs and 30,000 spirit bombs. If there are other special bombs, I will prepare 3,000."

Shan Qiuming patted his beloved Vulcan cannon, pointed to all the firearms placed on the table, and said:

"For other magic weapons, I will give me five of them each, and I will also have to use the corresponding bullets."

"What do you want these to do? You already have the best."

Jiang Xia said in confusion:
To be continued...