Douluo's shadow poisonous milk

"Old man, don't worry, listen to me slowly. Sister Rongrong is very good and is still studying in the academy. I came back alone this time."

Ning Jiu quickly explained the situation. He was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, Old Chen Xin would stab him with his sword.

After hearing Ning Jiu's explanation, Sword Douluo slowly took back his sword and said coldly to Ning Jiu: "Seeing is believing, hearing is believing. If I see Rongrong tired and thin next time, be careful. I will never let you off lightly."

Ning Jiu smiled bitterly, as for being so protective?Dad hasn't said anything yet. Isn't it because you suffered a little loss in the swordsmanship competition last time?You are so old, how can you hold a grudge so much?

Bone Douluo laughed heartily. He took Ning Jiu's hand and asked, "Xiao Jiu, how have you been along the way? Have you learned anything new and interesting? Two things that would make the old man happy. Also, it’s rare for your kid to go on a long trip, and now you come back with empty hands, do you think this is appropriate?”

Ning Jiu was speechless again. They were talking about old kids, old kids. These two old men have already been titled Douluo. How come they still have the same temper as children?Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend.

Finally, Ning Jiu looked at Ning Fengzhi, who was smiling, and instantly felt like a relative.

This is his only blood-related elder in this world. What's even more rare is that Ning Fengzhi treats him very well, just like he treats his own son. How can Ning Jiu not be moved?

After recovering from his excitement, Ning Jiu took out his Nine Heavens Divine Thunder from his arms, handed it to Ning Fengzhi like a treasure, and said, "Sect Master, what do you think of this thing?"

"Pa", Ning Fengzhi slapped Ning Jiu on the head. Ning Fengzhi feigned anger and said: "There are no outsiders here, so why call me sect leader? I think your skin is itchy, so call me uncle."

Ning Jiu touched his head aggrievedly. In fact, he really appreciated this kind of family affection in his heart.

Ning Fengzhi held it in his hand and looked at the dark iron pipe. He looked at it over and over for a while, wondering what the purpose of this thing was.

Bone Douluo took it again, weighed it over and over in his hands for a long time, and then said jokingly: "Xiao Jiu, is this the fire stick you made? Not bad, except for the weight, there is nothing wrong with it. If You kid won’t be a soul master from now on, it’s not bad to be a blacksmith to support your family.” After saying that, he burst into laughter.

Sword Douluo also looked at the fire stick curiously, and then at Ning Jiu, but he didn't say a word.

It's not that I'm disdainful, but I know that this kid must have a profound meaning when he takes out this thing. As for what is the profound meaning?He didn't want to guess, since he had never guessed correctly anyway, he still wanted to maintain his superior demeanor.

Ning Jiu ignored Bone Douluo's ridicule. He took out another bullet from his pocket, handed one to Ning Fengzhi and said, "Uncle, try to compress your soul power into this object. Don't worry. , this object is made of hundreds of refined iron, and there is absolutely no problem with its endurance."

Ning Fengzhi did as he was told. He also wanted to see what Ning Jiu was.

After a while, Ning Fengzhi said: "Xiaojiu, the soul power can no longer be compressed. If it is compressed anymore, I'm afraid it will explode."

When Ning Jiu heard this, he took out another cover and covered the bottom of the bullet. This was the primer device he had built. It was driven by soul power. It was green, environmentally friendly, pollution-free, and mainly cost-effective.

The bullet made by Ning Fengzhi. After Ning Jiu laid it out, he took out another bullet he made. He said to Sword Douluo: "Grandpa Jian, I call this thing a bullet. I can use it within ten meters." I hit you, I wonder if you dare to give it a try?"

Sword Douluo curled his lips and joked, "I can't stop you even if I stand still."

At this time, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo were also curious about the thing Xiao Jiu took out, and it seemed a bit exaggerated to hit Sword Douluo within ten meters.

Bone Douluo said with a look of disbelief: "You brat, are you sure you are standing ten meters away and using this thing to hit the old man with a sword? Why don't you advance a few meters, just five meters, or three meters. Don't worry, that old man has been beaten well."

Jian Chen glanced at Bone Douluo sternly. This old guy really hadn't been beaten for three days. He had to go to the house to uncover the tiles. When he had the opportunity, he must give him a good meal and let him understand who is the boss here.

Ning Jiu thought about it. It seemed a bit exaggerated to hit a titled Douluo with a bullet ten meters away.

As the saying goes, listen to others and eat enough.Without blushing, he shortened the distance by three meters.

Three meters away, Ning Jiu took the barrel of the gun, stuffed the bullet into it and said to Sword Douluo: "Grandpa Jian, are you ready? I'm going to fire."

Jian Chenxin responded with a cold snort.

Ning Jiu didn't care. This old swordsman was a cold-faced and warm-hearted master. When he had tricked Dai Mubai, he was the one who screamed loudest without knowing it, saying that debts must be repaid with blood. of.

With a "bang" sound, Ning Jiu used her soul power to activate the primer device, and the bullets shot towards Sword Douluo at high speed.

Sword Douluo looked at the bullets fired at him with a little surprise in his eyes. He thought that what Xiao Jiu had done was really weird. He was obviously only at level 30, but looking at the speed of this hidden weapon, it was at least five or six times faster. I really don’t know how he got the level of tenth level soul power.

This thing is much more powerful than Tang San's hidden weapon.

Next, without saying a word, Sword Douluo used his Seven Killing Sword and slashed at the incoming bullets.

Under the influence of his powerful soul power, the bullet was split into two and fell to the ground.

Sword Douluo snorted coldly: "Hmph, I thought it was something good, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

Although he said this, he secretly admired Ning Jiu's methods, but it was difficult to say this to his face.

Ning Fengzhi was even more shocked when he saw this scene. As the leader of the sect, he thought of more.

At this time, he had already thought about whether Ning Jiu's equipment could be installed in sects on a large scale. If it could be installed in sects, the sect's combat effectiveness would usher in another period of rapid development.

If every low-level auxiliary soul master had one of these Nine Heavens Divine Thunders, the overall effect would naturally be greatly improved.

The first shot did not work and was easily broken by Sword Douluo. This was also because the bullet used Ning Jiu's own compressed soul power and was not powerful enough.

Ning Fengzhi's control over soul power was naturally different from Ning Jiu's.

Ning Jiu handed the barrel of the gun to Ning Fengzhi, told him the basic operation method, and then said: "Uncle, why don't you take this and aim it at Grandpa Jian's arm?"