Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

A monk dressed in a sky-blue gown hurried over with a sword, stood in front of the red dragon, faced Zhan Changsheng's crowd, saluted hurriedly, and said: "This little thing has already explained the whole story to me, please be safe, everyone." Don't be impatient, let's find a place to talk."

The cultivator was only in his early twenties, with a handsome face, a tall and straight figure, and a gleaming blue spirit sword under his feet.

On his wrist was a small golden dragon that was no more than chopsticks thick, and now he seemed to be afraid, hiding under the tail of the dragon with his head down, refusing to move.

Zhan Changsheng realized that the little golden dragon was transformed by the broken blade, and what's more, he couldn't find it anywhere. Doppelganger is not too much.

Zhan Long shouted angrily, and there was a sudden thunderbolt from the blue sky: "Evil barrier!"

The little golden dragon was startled, but it didn't care about it, it burrowed into the young monk's sleeve, seeing his sleeves bulging and changing, the golden dragon crawled into his arms along the arm to hide.

The young monk's face turned red, embarrassment and anger at the same time, he grabbed the little golden dragon and held it in his hand. The little golden dragon struggled several times but failed, so he honestly turned into a long spear .

The red dragon has also turned into a human body at this moment, its eyebrows are extremely handsome, almost evil, and there is a bit of disdain between its gazes. It is dressed in gold and red, magnificent and luxurious, as if an emperor is here.He landed beside the young monk, and said in a low voice: "Lady, this little bastard loves to sneak into your arms the most. He has no good intentions, so it's better to return it to the original owner."

The young man suddenly said angrily: "Don't call me a lady! Besides, the Dragon Slaying Spear belongs to my two apprentices, how can I make decisions without authorization."

The red dragon said with a smile: "You can really make the decision, and those two boys don't dare to complain."

Zhan Changsheng saw the two whispering, one was flirting and joking, the other was full of anger, he frowned slightly, his wrists drooped, the tip of the spear pointed down slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Two friends, this Dragon Slaying Spear is my senior brother What is left behind is very important, and I hope it will be returned. I will cut the dragon gate to show longevity, and I will definitely be grateful for the kindness of the two of you, and repay it with all my strength."

The long spear in the young man's hand trembled slightly, and then fell down again, turning into a little golden dragon, wrapping around the young man's wrist like a coquettish coquettish, lingering in every possible way, reluctant to part with it, so that others looked at it, and they couldn't help feeling a little pity .

The young man naturally replied in a solemn manner: "Lin Fangsheng of Xiawanjianmen, this Dragon Slaying Spear is a treasure given to my two apprentices by Master Huanglong in the past. Now your Excellency hastily came to claim it. If I give it directly, how will I explain it when I go back?" Why don't you ask the two of you to follow me back to the master's gate and make a long-term plan."

The red dragon showed dissatisfaction, "Lady...Fang Sheng, you've only been here half a day and you're leaving?"

That young man's surname was Lin Fangsheng, and he just gave him a cold look, "There is nothing left and right, why don't you follow me back to the master's gate and see the master."

The red dragon frowned and shook his head, but he didn't want to, "Your master has a lot of airs and rules, and it would be troublesome if you fight. A strong dragon doesn't overwhelm a snake, so I won't compete with him to be jealous."

He turned his head and glanced at Zhan Changsheng, his peach blossom eyes were full of resentment.

Zhan Changsheng didn't know anything about Wanjianmen in this other world, so he naturally didn't want to take risks easily and step into an unfamiliar camp.Therefore, he hesitated, and said in a low voice: "Brother, why can't you just call Broken Blade back as usual?"

Zhan Long frowned and said, "I don't know who cast the forbidden curse, if it refuses, it won't be able to call back."

Feng Qiluo laughed at the side and said: "Since that's the case, I have an idea."

He then released the messenger talisman to Fenglei, and everyone also landed on a mountain peak, waiting patiently.

Zhan Changsheng and Lin Fangsheng greeted each other, and Lin Fangsheng introduced the red dragon to everyone. It turned out that the red dragon was originally a demon cultivator with profound magic power. The king of the clan.The word Si Huajun made countless immortals and monsters even more terrified.

Zhan Long also turned into a human form, but he sneered coldly: "Demon Dragon King Xian ruled the mainland back then, and I was also beheaded by the spear. How does your Si Huajun compare?"

Si Huajun confronted each other tit-for-tat, and retorted: "It's just a demon dragon in the lower realm, dominating the king across the boundary wall, but it's just that there are no fish in your boundary pool. There is no victory or defeat just now, why don't we compete again."

Lin Fangsheng was naturally dissatisfied, and persuaded: "Palace Master, don't make extra troubles."

Zhan Changsheng also said in a low voice: "Brother, I have no spiritual power right now, I'm afraid I won't be able to use you."

Hearing this, Zhan Long put two fingers on his wrist for a try, his complexion darkened immediately, he put aside the verbal dispute with Si Huajun, and kept asking him about the cause and effect, and asked Zhan Changsheng anxiously, and simply said: "When you had no spiritual power back then, I could save it for you. Why don't you find a secluded place now and spend some spiritual power for your self-defense."

Zhan Changsheng saw that he didn't mind the presence of outsiders at all, and spoke recklessly, he was so embarrassed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground, and he blushed and said angrily, "Senior brother!"

This magic gun has been a person for many years, but in his bones, he completely ignores the secular etiquette of mortals.

Among this group of people, Si Huajun secretly felt that his unscrupulous temperament was quite appetizing. If one hadn't turned into a dragon from a dragon, and the other was born to slay a dragon, he would have made friends with him.

After this entanglement, when a gap opened in the sky above his head and Feng Lei appeared from it, Feng Qiluo persuaded Zhan Long with what he had said earlier, then raised his head and smiled at Feng Lei: "You came at a good time, if If we delay for another hour and a half, I'm afraid that Zhan Changsheng will be forcibly dragged to dual cultivation."

Zhan Long was naturally frank, nodded and said: "He has no spiritual power now, so it is naturally inconvenient. If you don't come again, it means that I will take precautions for him first."

Although Zhan Changsheng was embarrassed, he had gone through a lot of wind and waves after all, so he just smiled wryly, put the subject aside, and said: "Please trouble Senior Fenglei to run around."

Feng Lei had learned the cause and effect from the talisman of communication, so he just nodded slightly at this moment, and replied: "It's not necessary to be polite."

He summoned Zheng Yijian, and the spirit sword turned into a hedgehog form. He bowed to Zhanlong first, then trotted all the way, approached Lin Fangsheng, and raised his voice: "Please put down that spirit spear."

Lin Fangsheng followed his advice and squatted down. He lowered his wrist and told the little golden dragon to approach the hedgehog.

Zhengyi said softly again: "Offended."

Then he used his two front paws to pull out a thorn behind him, and stabbed randomly at the little golden dragon.

The little golden dragon screamed in pain, but it seemed to be nailed in place, but it twisted in vain, but couldn't dodge.

Zhengyi's needles seemed to be disorderly, but in fact they were very particular about the needles. He pierced [-] needles in one breath, only shook his fur, and put the spikes back, before saying: "Don't call again. , just say what you have to say."

The little golden dragon stopped for a while, then suddenly burst into tears, wrapped around Lin Fangsheng's wrist and screamed: "Master! Don't don't want to be an apprentice."

As soon as these words came out, Zhan Changsheng and Zhan Long suddenly changed their expressions.

Since the Dragon Slaying Spear was released, it has been difficult for anyone to subdue him. He has been alone for several years, and just now the Dragon Slaying Immortal surrendered him.Because he was born with spiritual consciousness, Tu Long taught him earnestly and taught him the method of cultivation.Although Zhan Long is not inferior on the surface, he keeps calling Tu Long Lao Er, but in fact he respects him as a teacher in his heart.

The Broken Blade that was recovered from Qingyuan Fairyland, Underworld, and Wu Bao before, although because of its profound mana, it took shape alone, but it still regards the will of the Dragon Slaying Spear as the standard, and it is absolutely impossible to betray the teacher's sect and join others' sect. thing.

Right now, the Shattered Blade Avatar openly called someone else to be his master. He broke away from the Dragon Slaying Spear and became a whole body.

Could it be that the Dragon Slaying Spear is so incomplete, no matter how difficult it is to repair it?

Lin Fangsheng saw that the expressions of the two were not right, he felt like he was facing an enemy, he moved his fingers slightly, and wanted to get the spirit sword, the red dragon naturally protected his wife, his smile remained unchanged, but a terrifying spiritual pressure was emitted from his whole body.

Zhanlong naturally did not show weakness and took a step forward.

Fortunately, Feng Qiluo opened his mouth, asked the reason clearly, and said with a smile: "What's so difficult about it, I just practiced it for you."

Zhan Changsheng was startled, and said in astonishment: "This can also... be refined?"

Feng Qiluo held his hands proudly, "There is nothing in this world that I cannot refine." He said again: "It's just that Lin Xiaoyou still needs to lend me the golden dragon in his hand."

Lin Fangsheng was still hesitating, but he heard a whisper in his ear: "Fangsheng, lend him."

The young man shook his body and said in a low voice, "Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the clouds on the top of the mountain, surrounded by auspicious clouds, and a temporary teleportation formation appeared on the ground.

In the middle of the formation stood a silver-haired monk in green shirt, gentle and elegant like jade, with a calm demeanor, and saluted everyone: "I am the great disciple of Wanjianmen, Zheng Mo, and I have ordered you to come to Wanjianmen for a speech. Discuss the matter of destroying the world with the magic gun."

As soon as the words "Magic Gun Mieshi" came out, Zhan Changsheng sighed in his heart. He had expected it a long time ago, since Qingyuan Shangxian can travel to all walks of life, I am afraid that today's situation has already been laid out.Left and right he also had to go through a battle for the Dragon Slaying Spear, at this time he simply followed the good advice, bowed back to the big disciple, said: "I'm going to disturb you." Then he walked towards the formation.

Zheng Mo smiled, looking extremely gentle, and looked at the others.

Zhanlong naturally advances and retreats with his younger brother.

Feng Qiluo took the little golden dragon from Lin Fangsheng, and gave Zhan Changsheng a communication talisman, and said with a smile: "Qing Yuan entrusted me, of course I won't refuse, and I don't care about other things. You go on your own, wait until it's broken Blade Yicheng will naturally contact you."

Zheng Mo looked at Lin Fangsheng again, Lin Fangsheng was at a loss for what to do, he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to stay, Si Huajun frowned slightly, glared fiercely at the formation, and said, "You've only been here for half a day."

Lin Fangsheng said: "...It's just that this is a big matter. As an inner disciple of the Wanjian Sect, I want to share the worries of the master..."

Si Huajun clasped his wrist and said: "The rumors of the magic gun destroying the world have been circulating for decades, and there is no rush at this moment. I will take you back sometime." He pulled Lin Fangsheng and disappeared without a trace.

Zheng Mo didn't stop him, but told the place where the two disappeared: "Come back early, don't worry about Master."

Zhan Changsheng clearly heard that his tone was helpless, worried, and even annoyed. When he turned around, he was calm and said with a soft smile, "Please, both."

The teleportation array of white light surged up, and the turbulent flow of time and space spun up and down. Zhan Changsheng felt the world spinning. Without the spiritual power to protect his body, he became dizzy for a while, and he closed his eyes for a while.When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in a green palace.

It seems that a cave is opened in a huge mountain of emerald, the top of the head, the floor, the walls, and the pillars are all green.

It's just that neither Zheng Mo nor Zhan Long can be seen.

A person slowly walked out from the depths of the hall, wearing a green robe, as if seeping out of emeralds, but his complexion was extremely fair, he looked about in his early thirties, his smile was as warm as the spring sun in March, and his voice was soft Said: "Finally waiting for you."