Chapter 87 Disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect

Then he walked inside. After about ten miles, Lu Ming stopped.

Because a tiger with red flames appeared in front of him.

Red flame demon tiger, level two eight demon beast, belongs to the fire attribute demon beast, usually living in a place where the fire attribute spirit is very strong.

Roar!

The red flame demon tiger roared and opened its mouth. A pillar of fire shot out of its mouth and roared towards the landing.

"Good job!"

Lu Ming's eyes sparkled, and he fired his musket gun.

"The Musket Formula - broken armor!"

A spear was pierced, and the revolving cutting force erupted, crushing the pillar of fire from the red flame demon tiger.

Then, Lu Ming rushed to the red flame demon tiger, and the spear fell directly at the red flame demon tiger.

"The Musket Formula - landslide!"

The spear pressed down and let out a loud roar. The red flame demon tiger seemed to feel a crisis. Its fiery red fur roots stood up and on its hair, a burning flame emerged.

These flames condensed into a huge ball of fire in the air and shot at the flaming rifle, trying to block the attack of the flaming rifle.

But it was all in vain. The flintlock was unstoppable. With a slight jolt, the fireball collapsed and the flintlock continued to fall.

Touch!

The gun rod hit the head of the red flame demon tiger, making a scuffling sound of broken bones. The forehead of the red flame demon tiger was directly dented.

The giant body of the red flame demon tiger rolled back tens of meters before it stopped. There was no breath left.

Lu Ming walked over, controlled his blood, and sucked out the blood of the red flame demon tiger.

Lu Ming would not miss the essence and blood of level two eight demon beasts, but in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, it required 800 contribution points.

Running the spirit devouring bloodline, it did not take long for the red flame demon tiger's essence blood to be devoured and refined. Lu Ming's cultivation was also improved, but to break through the eight weights of the martial arts master, it was still a bit worse.

"There's a lot of fire in here. Let's practice The Musket Formula here."

Immediately, Lu Ming sank into the The Musket Formula and began to cultivate.

Tsk, tsk...

Hum...

The shadow of the gun was crisscrossing and the energy was surging. Once he practiced, Lu Ming felt extremely smooth. He used the gun formula without any obstacles, as if he wanted to integrate with the surrounding environment.

Sure enough, the environment had a great influence on martial arts.

"Smooth, too smooth!"

Lu Ming's eyes lit up and he was immersed in the feeling.

After six hours of training, Lu Mingcai stopped.

Huff and puff...

Lu Ming breathed heavily and practiced here. He needed to operate the body of true qi at all times. He also needed to observe whether there would be lava or fire rushing out around him. It would consume a lot of true qi and mind.

But Lu Ming's eyes were full of excitement.

After only six hours of training, Lu Ming felt that the The Musket Formula had made great progress.

Immediately, Lu Ming retreated to the outer area to regain his true qi.

After the true qi was restored, Lu Ming entered Supreme temple again, and with the help of the chanting, he continued to understand the feeling of training in the central region.

Sure enough, in the chanting, the feeling of cultivation just now became clearer, and the understanding of the The Musket Formula was a step closer.

A few hours later, Lu Ming entered the central region to practice The Musket Formula.

In this way, Lu Ming practiced in the central region, and when the true qi was exhausted, he retreated to the outer region to recover, and then combined with the chanting sound, he understood the musket formula.

Lu Ming's understanding of the The Musket Formula was rapidly improving.

In just half a month, Lu Ming's The Musket Formula broke through and reached the second level, with a slight success.

And in the past half month, Lu Ming killed more than ten fire demon beasts, five of which were level two and eight, and even one was level two and nine.

The others were all below level two and eight.

After devouring the essence and blood of these demonic beasts and half a month of hard work, Lu Ming's cultivation finally broke through again, reaching the eighth level of a martial artist.

Such cultivation was already a very high position among the bronze level disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Huff and puff...

Once again, Lu Ming drained his true energy and retreated to the outer area, meditating in a quiet pile of rocks.

When lu ming's true qi returned to about half, he suddenly heard a noise not far away.

"No, why did you arrest me? I'm just an ordinary person. Without cultivation, I can't help you."

"I am only a triple warrior. I can't help you. Let me go."

...

A series of cries for mercy were heard.

"Shut up, what are you arguing about? I said that if you can help, you can help. It's a blessing you've earned in your eight lifetimes to help my Shifang sword sect disciple."

A cold drink sounded. It was a young man.

"The young knights of the Shifang sword sect, if they can help you, they will, but you want us to enter the central region, even close to the inner region. It is very dangerous there. With my cultivation, if I am not careful, I will be burned to death. Please spare me."

Someone begged for mercy.

Snap!

Immediately, a slap sounded.

The young voice said again, "What nonsense? What do I ask you to do? What do you do? If you talk nonsense, I will chop you up with a sword."

Calm down over there.

Suddenly, the sound of the void sounded and a figure appeared on the rubble.

It was a young man of seventeen or eighteen who saw Lu Ming at a glance.

"Haha, senior brother, there's another person here."

The young man laughed and then looked at lu ming, "You really know how to hide, but do you think it's useful to hide here? Get out of here and help us find our way to the middle area."

Lu Ming frowned, cut off his half-recovered anger and stood up.

"Boy, come out quickly. Don't dawdle. The lord doesn't have time to dawdle with you."

As the young man spoke, he clawed at lu ming's throat.

Obviously, in his mind, he wanted to grab Lu Ming and throw him out like a chicken, but obviously, he was disappointed.

Not only disappointed, but also shocked.

Because Lu Ming also reached out a hand, a claw towards him, and faster than him, more accurate than him, a grip on his wrist.

The strong force penetrated through the bones of the young man's wrists. The piercing pain made the young man scream.

"Ah! Little bastard, you dare to hurt me, you want to die!"

The other hand of the young man slapped lu ming.

"Get lost!"

Lu Ming gave a cold cry, and his anger exploded. The arm that held the young man's wrist swung, and the young man's arm made a "Kaffka kaffka" sound. The bones of one arm were broken into several pieces. With a scream, he flew more than ten meters and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah! Ah! Little bastard, you're dead. You dare to hit me. Do you know who I am?"

The young man struggled to get up, hugged his arm, and cried out in a heartbreaking voice.

"Aren't you a disciple of the Shifang sword sect? Is it amazing?"

Lu Ming curled his lips.

(The end of this chapter)