"Bang, bang, bang, bang"
The low, rhythmic explosions, like those of a cloth-tearing machine, echoed in the small shooting range of Room A, like continuous rumbling thunder.
The ground in the illusion was shaken slightly.
Copper bullet casings flew out from the ejection port and fell to the ground like raindrops. Soon, the ground was filled with yellow-orange bullet casings.
If you look closely, you can see simple engravings on each bullet casing, as well as a faint spiritual energy remaining, indicating that each bullet is a true spiritual bullet.
Although the shells can be reloaded and used repeatedly.
But these test firings all used spirit-imbued bullets, which was truly a luxury.
As for Shan Qiuming himself, he was immersed in the unique pleasure of men. He held the lever-like handle in his left hand, and the reverse-installed handle in his right hand, with his fingers pressing on the switch.
In front of this black weapon, six parallel gun barrels are fixed by four rings. The bullets fired in high-speed rotation are as swift as a whip, like a band of light of destruction.
The heavy recoil exerted force on Shan Qiuming's arms.
But this body-refining cultivator in the True Realm was like a mountain, not moving at all.
He could clearly feel the slight collision when the bullet was fired, and with his spiritual sense covering the gun, he could also sense the delicate internal workings.
The working principle is not complicated.
But he was marveling at the conception of the weapon.
As a thousand bullets were used up in just one minute, Shan Qiuming's depression seemed to be vented in this refreshing experience.
He happily placed the stopped killing weapon on the table, and stroked the majestic killing weapon that was emitting burning smoke with a loving look and gentle movements.
Obviously.
He likes it.
No man can refuse such a big toy, no matter which world he is in!
"I bought it."
Shan Qiu Ming didn't ask the price, he just said it casually.
The tone was low and stubborn.
Today, no one can stop him from taking this big toy into his own pocket...
Isn’t it just money?
Shut up!
Take my money, asshole!
Take them away quickly, they make me annoyed when I see them!
“That’s not a decision I can make.”
Heishui took off the earphones from his ears, rubbed his ears, and said to his friend:
“You have to go meet my boss. This gun is a prototype after all. I don’t know why my boss insists on calling it a Gatling gun, but the name of the Vulcan gun is indeed well-deserved.
You should have noticed it, Brother Qiu Ming.
The gun isn’t even finished yet.”
Blackwater explains:
"The boss said that there are still a few magic circles that have not been added, and it needs to be changed to spirit stone power supply. This requires the help of the elders of Mo Shuang Mountain, so even if you really want it, you have to wait for a while.
However, you can pay a deposit upfront.
When it’s ready, you can get it right away.”
“I think it’s strong enough now.”
Shan Qiuming sat on a chair and took out a pointed bullet from the ammunition box beside him. He put it in front of his eyes and observed it carefully. He said:
"There are two formations on it. I don't understand them, just like I don't understand the other formations on this Vulcan Cannon. They don't seem to be the same as the Mohist spells."
As he spoke, the monk looked towards the "target" fifty meters away.
There was only a pool of blood and minced meat, as well as a lingering chilly aura. A minute ago, there were three tied-up little demons there.
And two bound ghosts.
"It's very powerful against monsters and ghosts, and this is when I use this ordinary spirit-possessed bullet."
Shan Qiuming looked at another ammunition box, which was filled with red bullet belts. Those were ammunition specially provided for killing ghosts, and there were marks on the shells.
Different from other engravings.
A little more complicated.
"The young master from Mo Shuang 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 regret, patted the Vulcan cannon and said:
"With it, I can sweep across the Southern Wasteland Star Valley. I even have the confidence to fight those Yaksha Wuchang."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door behind him opened.
"I advise you not to provoke a Wuchang. The consequences of challenging someone of higher rank are usually not good.
And if you really want to hunt some Yaksha, you'd better wait until I finish this gun, as I'm planning to make some more upgrades to it.
If it can be driven by spirit stones, it can carry more engraved formations.
The penetration, destructive power, and explosive power will all be stronger."
Jiang Xia's gentle voice came into the small shooting range through the open door. When he saw him come in, Heishui immediately stood up and said in a deep voice:
“Hello, Boss!”
"Um."
Jiang Xia nodded to his employees and turned back to look at Shan Qiuming.
With the perception of a cultivator in the Qi training realm, the young man sitting in front of Jiang Xia felt like a volcano about to erupt, and his body exuded an aura like heat.
In every muscle and every vein, there seemed to be real fire flowing.
In terms of vitality alone, it is extremely powerful, more than five times that of Ma Tishu, who is also a cultivator in the realm of truth. It goes without saying that this guy's body must be very tough.
It may even rival the hardness of alloy steel.
This is the body cultivator.
A group of monsters that pursue extreme brute force and enjoy destruction.
But seeing Shan Qiu Ming sitting there, without leaking a single bit of his aura and appearing to be just like an ordinary mortal, one could tell that this guy must be practicing a very advanced body-building technique.
"Hello, distinguished guest, my name is Jiang Xia, the owner of this market."
Jiang Xia raised his left hand and bowed to Shan Qiu Ming as a gesture between monks.
The latter was also observing Jiangxia.
In fact, there was nothing to observe. Jiang Xia, a cultivator who had just entered the Qi training stage, looked like a naked person in the eyes of Shan Qiuming, who was one stage higher than him.
You can see everything at a glance.
However, Shan Qiuming's attention quickly focused on Jiang Xia's left arm. He frowned and said:
"That arm of yours... is it a Mohist mechanism?"
"Well, as expected of a body cultivator, you are very sensitive to this thing."
Jiang Xia laughed and raised his left hand. A silver light flashed and a mantis-like folding arm knife popped out. It was as fast as lightning and scared Heishui next to him.
He didn't notice at all that the boss had such a dangerous thing hidden in his left arm.
"sharp!"
Shan Qiuming's eyes suddenly lit up.
He looked at the arm knife that was slowly retracted into Jiang Xia's arm, stroking his chin and said:
"If I become disabled that day, I will definitely ask you to help me replace it with a similar one and use my body as a weapon. Fellow Daoist Jiang, you are not a body cultivator.
But you have already understood the true meaning of my body refining method.
Of course, we can talk about this later.
I heard from my friend that he can put down a deposit for this Vulcan cannon?"
"Um."
Jiang Xia took a look at his masterpiece and said:
"I have persuaded Elder Wang to help me improve it. It will be ready in a while. Then you can go directly to Fengyang County City and Ruyi Market to find Liu Laosi.
He will give you the finished product.
In addition, the price of the spirit-infused bullets is calculated separately. If the customer wants special bullets, please inform us in advance. This thing is a bit troublesome to make."
"Well, I need 10,000 demon-killing bullets and 30,000 spirit-attaching bullets. If there are other special bullets, I also need to prepare 3,000 of them."
Shan Qiuming patted his beloved Vulcan cannon, pointed at all the guns on the table, and said:
"Give me five of each of the other spiritual spears and magical weapons, and equip them with the corresponding bullets."
"What do you need these for? You already have the best."
Jiang Xia said doubtfully:
"You want to raise an army?"
"That's about right."
Shan Qiu Ming stood up and moved his shoulders like a tiger. The young man did not hide his desire to attack at all. He picked up his Tiger Demon Spear and put it behind his back.
explain:
"I want to form a small sect and then do some dangerous things. However, I still have a question, Brother Jiang, you are so good at making weapons.
Can you make a more powerful magical weapon?"
He said to Jiang Xia:
"I want some more powerful and dangerous spiritual spear weapons."
"How powerful do you want to be?"
Jiang Xia asked.
Shan Qiuming curled his lips and whispered:
"The kind that can kill the scum in the God Cultivation Realm!"
"Well, this is big business."
Jiang Xia disagreed.
He thought for a moment and said to Shan Qiuming:
"I can't do it now. I don't have the relevant knowledge or materials. But it's hard to say in the future. Please leave me your contact information, Fellow Daoist Qiu Ming.
If I make a breakthrough in my craft, I will contact you.
Also, don't forget to pay the deposit, the bullet you just shot, and the target you destroyed.
Three thousand five hundred and fifty-seven Chenghuixian coins.
In celebration of your grand opening today, I'll give you a small change, just three thousand five hundred and fifty.
After getting the finished product, you need to pay another 5,500, plus the cost of five other types of spiritual guns and magical weapons, as well as the corresponding bullets.
An additional 11,000 immortal coins, is that okay?"
“It’s a bit expensive.”
Shan Qiuming is not short of money.
But he was not a fool, he muttered:
“Other spirit spears are fine, after all, there are many of them, they are of various types, and the prices are reasonable.
But this Vulcan Cannon costs nine thousand immortal coins, plus a little more. If I were lucky, I could have gotten a low-grade magic weapon, but I ended up buying a high-grade magic weapon from you..."
"Oh? Really?"
Jiang Xia said without turning his head:
"Can a magic weapon make you shoot so happily? Even if you are a cultivator in the True Realm, how many times can you use your magic weapon with your spiritual power? And how many ghosts can you kill?
The magic weapon is good.
But that is something that lower-level cultivators like me only use when we are fighting for our lives. Although my magic weapon is not of high quality, it can prevent you from falling into a situation where you have to fight for your life.
You might as well ask yourself.
How much is your life worth?
"I'm just saying."
Shan Qiuming smiled and paid the bill readily.
It was still the full-level immortal money, a symbol of wealth, which made Jiang Xia envious. No one knew where Shan Qiu Ming came from.
Paying and spending money so easily is typical of a second-generation rich kid.
Maybe he is the stupid son of some landlord?
In comparison, he risked being beheaded by the Immortal Alliance and traveled between the two realms to find the way to get rich by making the Ashes Medicine, but he still had to be exploited by the Hongyan Society. It was really unpleasant.
With this complaint, Jiang Xia returned to the small hall on the second floor.
When he pushed open the door, he saw Ma Tishu, looking drained, lying on the sofa and gasping for breath, which greatly destroyed the old monk's usual sage-like appearance.
Next to him, the bloated Wang Liufu looked even worse.
The whole person looked like he had been fished out of the water. In front of the two men, there were two small braziers with a red glow that had not yet dissipated.
Well, the answer is obvious.
These two monks just did some "stimulating" activities and are now drained.
"How about it?"
Jiang Xia closed the door of the small hall, leaned against the door, picked up a cigarette, lowered his head and lit it. In the smoke, he asked with a smile:
"I said I was always generous to my friends. Was I right?"
"The things are really good, they can be called natural treasures."
Wang Liufu rubbed his forehead and stood up. The bloated monk shook his body and produced three clones that were exactly the same as himself.
The four Wang Liufu bowed to each other and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The outer sect elder grunted and said:
"It's just too painful. This pain can't be overcome by cultivation. It's like it's directly hitting your soul. You can't resist it at all."
Ma Tishu also nodded, twirling his beard with an expression of approval.
The alchemist took out a few processed herbs from his ring, clenched them in his palm, and the herbs weathered quickly. When Ma Tishu opened his palm, there were a few grass-green crystals in it.
This was a magical power he had specially selected to help him refine pills and make medicines. It could absorb the essence of plants and trees, and could increase his efficiency several times when refining pills.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist!"
Sanquezi stood up, straightened his robe, and bowed sincerely.
This time, he really received favor from Jiang Xia.
As for the slight unhappiness in my heart caused by Zhu Baifeng's murder, it had long since flown away to the sky. Zhu Baifeng? Who was that?
Can missing that person bring you supernatural powers?
If not, why would you fall out with a new friend who can bring you great benefits just because of a dead person?
Jiang Xia accepted the gift calmly, then walked forward and sat on the edge of the sofa, looking at the bustling market on the first floor below. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and said:
"If this market is run well, it will be beneficial to the three of us. I won't say those polite words anymore. From now on, Fellow Daoist Ma will be in charge of the pills and medicines in the market.
The refining products will be provided by Fellow Daoist Wang.
I won't get involved in these two businesses. I only deal in my spiritual guns and ammunition.
Let’s all get rich together in the future.
In addition, we should also have a small group, such as a secret meeting, to facilitate communication and exchange of information. Why not call it the Fengshan Society?
Let the three of us work together to gain a firm grip on the Fengming Nation's cultivation business, the sooner the better!
And this precious medicine of ashes."
Jiang Xia touched the ring on his hand and said to the other two:
"I have already negotiated with the Hongyan Association. I am the only one who has the right to distribute the land at the junction of the Eastern Land and the Southern Wilderness. However, you do not need to buy it with money. It will be distributed as an internal reward for our Fengshan Association.
Everyone chooses reliable people to join the club.
It is better to have nothing than to have something inappropriate. "
Ma Tishu and Wang Liufu nodded. They had no objection to this.
"Okay, you two, go out and show yourself."
Jiang Xia said to the two:
"Also give Fengshan Market some face. I am just a cultivator in the Qi training stage, so I won't embarrass myself by going out there."
Watching the two monks leave, Jiang Xia leaned on the sofa in the illusion in the small hall where only one person was left. He picked up the mirage bead on his belt and placed it in front of him.
The blurry light made his eyes intoxicated.
The touch of the sofa below seemed to bring him back to the human world of his previous life.
After a few breaths, Jiang Xia made up his mind.
He took out the communication stone and injected spiritual power into it.
He asked:
"Xiao Ya, does the Hongyan Club have any magical treasures like the Mirage Pearl for sale recently? I need one, preferably one that has been made into a magic weapon, and can be used regardless of realm. The higher the grade, the better.
There is also a star array disk.
money……
Not a problem. ”