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

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

The Red Flame Demon Tiger, a second-level eighth-level monster, belongs to the fire-attribute monster, and usually lives in a place with extremely rich fire-attribute spiritual energy.

roar!

The Red Flame Demon Tiger suddenly roared, opened her mouth and roared, and a pillar of fire spurted out of her mouth and roared towards Lu Ming.

"Good come!"

A flash of light flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and the fire-print gun shot.

"Gang Musket Art - Broken Armor!"

With a shot, the spinning cutting force burst out, defeating the pillar of fire spurted out by the Red Flame Demon Tiger.

Then, Lu Ming rushed towards the Red Flame Demon Tiger and smashed the spear directly at the Red Flame Demon Tiger.

"The Gang Musket Art - Landslide!"

The spear pressed down and made a violent whistling sound. The Red Flame Demon Tiger seemed to feel the crisis, and its fiery red hair stood up, and hot flames emerged on the hair.

These flames condensed a huge fireball in the air and bombarded the fire-wire gun, trying to block the fire-wire gun's attack.

But everything was futile. The fire-print gun was unstoppable. With a slight shock, the fireball collapsed and the fire-print gun continued to smash down.

bump!

The gun hit the head of the Red Flame Demon Tiger, making a sound of shattering bones. The Red Flame Demon Tiger's forehead was directly sunk into the darkness.

The huge body of the Red Flame Demon Tiger rolled back dozens of meters before stopping, and there was no breath at all.

Lu Ming walked over, controlled his bloodline, and sucked out the essence and blood of the Red Flame Demon Tiger.

Lu Ming would not miss the essence and blood of the second-level eighth-level monster. In the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, it requires 800 contribution points.

After circulating the spirit-devouring bloodline, it took not long before it swallowed the essence and blood of the Red Flame Demon Tiger. Lu Ming's cultivation level improved, but it was still a little worse to break through the eighth level of the Martial Arts.

"The flames are rich here, so let's practice the Gang Musket Technique here."

Immediately, Lu Ming's mind sank into the Gang Musket Technique and began to practice.

Hissing...

Buzz...

The gun shadows were everywhere and the energy was stimulating. Once practiced, Lu Ming felt extremely smooth. He used the gun technique without any obstacles, as if he wanted to integrate with the surrounding environment.

Sure enough, the environment has a great impact on practicing martial arts.

“Smooth, so smooth!”

Lu Ming's eyes were shiny, and he devoted himself to this feeling.

After practicing for six hours, Lu Ming stopped.

Huhu...

Lu Ming was breathing heavily, practicing here, and he had to activate his true qi to protect his body at all times. He also needed to observe whether there would be magma or flames rushing out around him, which consumed a lot of true qi and mind.

But Lu Ming's eyes were filled with excitement.

After only practicing for six hours, Lu Ming felt that the Gang Musket Art had made great progress.

Immediately, Lu Ming retreated back to the peripheral area to restore his true energy.

After the true energy was restored, Lu Ming entered the Supreme Temple again. With the help of chanting scriptures, he continued to understand the feeling of practicing in the central area just now.

Sure enough, as the sound of chanting scriptures, the feeling of practicing just now became clearer, and my understanding of the Gang Musket Art was one step closer.

A few hours later, Lu Ming entered the central area again and practiced the Gang Musket Technique.

In this way, Lu Ming practiced in the central area. After his true energy was exhausted, he retreated to the external area to recover. Then, combined with the sound of chanting scriptures, he realized the Gang Musket Art.

Lu Ming's understanding of the Gang Musket Technique is rapidly improving.

In just half a month, Lu Ming's Gang Musket Technique broke through and entered the second level, with a slight success.

Moreover, in the past half month, there were no less than ten fire-attribute monsters that Lu Ming killed, five of which were of the second-level eighth level, and one was of the second-level nineth level.

The others are below the second level eighth level.

After devouring and refining the essence and blood of these monsters, plus half a month of hard work, Lu Ming's cultivation finally broke through again and reached the eighth level of the martial arts master.

Such cultivation is already at an extremely high level among the bronze-level disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Huhu...

Once again, Lu Ming exhausted his true energy and retreated to the outer area, and meditated in a secluded pile of rocks to recover.

When Lu Ming's true energy was about halfway, he suddenly heard a noise coming from not far away.

"No, why are you arresting me? I am just an ordinary person, without cultivation, and I can't help you."

"I am just a third level of warrior cultivation, so I can't help you? Let me go."

......

A series of begging for mercy came over.

"Shut up, why are you quarreling? I said that if you can help, you can help me. Being able to help me the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect is a blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes."

A cold shout sounded, and I heard the sound, it was a young man.

"If you can help you, you will definitely help, but you want us to enter the central area and even close to the internal area. It is very dangerous there. With my cultivation level, if you are not careful, you will be burned to death. Please spare me, young heroes."

Someone begged for mercy.

Bang!

Immediately, a slap sounded.

The young voice said again: "What are you talking about? What are you asking you to do? What are you doing? If you talk nonsense, you will chop you up with one sword."

Calm down there.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a figure appeared on the pile of rocks.

It was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old and saw Lu Ming at a glance.

"Haha, senior brother, there is still someone 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 quickly and help us explore the way in the central area."

Lu Ming frowned, interrupted his true energy that had recovered to halfway, and stood up.

"Boy, come out quickly and don't be too slow. I don't have time to be too slow with you."

The young man said, grabbing Lu Ming's throat with one claw.

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

Not only disappointed, but also shocked.

Because Lu Ming also stretched out a hand and grabbed him with one claw, and it was faster and more accurate than him, and he grabbed his wrist.

The strong force penetrated the young man's wrist bones, and the heart-wrenching pain made the young man scream.

"Ah! Little bastard, you dare to hurt me and seek death!"

The young man slapped Lu Ming with another hand.

"roll!"

Lu Ming shouted coldly, and his true energy burst out. He swung his arm holding the young man's wrist. The young man's arm made a "scratch" sound. The bones of one arm broke into several pieces. He screamed and flew out more than ten meters, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah! Ah! Little bastard, you're dead. Do you know who I am?"

The young man struggled to get up, hugged his arms, and shouted heart-wrenchingly.

"Aren't you just a disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect? Is it amazing?"

Lu Ming curled his lips.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!