Chapter 139: Master, Master, Master

After learning from Li Luoqiu that the Xiao family also had a killer, Jun Changxiao gnawed his thumb and fell into contemplation.

Liyang City was attacked by killers. He had previously judged the Bei family and the Xiao family. Later, when he saw the Bei family's waist card, he temporarily excluded the Xiao family.

Why?

Because Jun Changxiao believes that this kind of obvious exposure of the Bei family's identity can easily make people think that it is framed.

During the martial arts competition at that time, the senior officials of the Xiao family and the direct descendants showed all kinds of behaviors, and people with normal minds would guess that they must have framed it.

Jun Changxiao excluded the Xiao family in order to avoid being deliberately used by people with intentions, but now that there is a killer in the Xiao family, you must think about it.

"Assume the killer was sent by the Xiao family."

"In order to clear their suspicions, they deliberately carried the Bei family's badge, creating an illusion that someone was blaming them?"

Nima.

If this is the case, you are playing psychological warfare!

"Or is it someone else who attacked and deliberately framed the Bei and Xiao families?"

Jun Changxiao's brain is a bit messy, and it's not enough.

"call!"

He took a long breath and said, "Tang Master Li, this seat now gives you your first task."

Li Luoqiu listened.

Jun Changxiao thought for a moment and said, "Send someone to Liyang City to monitor every move of the Bei family and the Xiao family, especially the elder of the Xiao family."

Regardless of whether it was psychological warfare or not, he was targeting the suspected Xiao family. If it was what they did, they would definitely reveal their faults.

"Just stare at people, not kill people?" Li Luoqiu said.

"Um."

"Understood."

Murder is troublesome, marking is easy.

Li Luoqiu handed things over to Viper, who hurriedly returned to Drizzle Hall, selected several gold-medal killers who were good at concealment, and then left the sect to go to Liyang City.

The role of the drizzle hall,

has manifested.

"Master."

Li Luoqiu smiled and said, "Are you free to teach me how to practice guns?"

...

Back Mountain.

Jun Changxiao poured the spiritual energy inside the crystal core into the low groove of the Desert Eagle he just bought, then loaded the bullet, removed the baffle plate on the hammer, and said, "Did you see it clearly?"

"I see clearly." Li Luoqiu said.

She took out the desert eagle, followed the gourd's way and drew the scoop, and she really loaded the bullet and removed all safety devices.

"Bang!"

Pull the trigger and the streamer flies out.

Accurately hit a fruit on a tree dozens of meters away!

Li Luoqiu, a fifth-rank martial artist, can withstand the recoil, so his arms are fine.

The head of Jun said dumbfounded: "I'll take a look at another shot."

"Bang!"

Li Luoqiu knocked off the fruit hanging on the branch next to him.

"Amazing, awesome!" Jun Changxiao exclaimed.

He wasn't praising Li Luoqiu's marksmanship, but the shock of the woman's shooting caused her chest to bounce.

"Shoot another shot, this seat has a look!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Li Luoqiu fired two shots in a row, shaking his body.

Sure enough... a woman who is expected to shoot is so impactful.

Li Luoqiu retracted the gun and found that the head's eyes were looking in the wrong place, Liu Mei frowned slightly: "Where are you looking?"

"Uh."

Jun Changxiao hurriedly raised his head and said with emotion, "The sky is very blue and very big."

Li Luoqiu said: "I was outside the headquarters, another kind of divine mighty fire gun used by the sect master, can I try it?"

"Can."

Jun Changxiao called to Xiao Xunji, threw the 88-style to her, and then briefly taught how to proofread the 8x reticle, and how to shoot with a gun after lying down.

"Understood." Li Luoqiu said.

"Brush! Brush!"

Jun Changxiao and Xiao Xunji retreated far together.

"Master, won't you let her wear shoulder pads?"

"Tang Master Li is a fifth-grade martial artist, so he can definitely withstand the recoil."

"Makes sense."

The two looked at each other, dumbfounded the next second.

Because Li Luoqiu did not stand down and set up the gun according to the teaching just now, but directly held it up and leaned against the eight-fold mirror with one eye, obviously wanting to stand and shoot!

A slender woman, standing in the grass field with 88 style, the picture is also very beautiful.

"Tang Master Li, don't..."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Li Luoqiu fired two shots in a row, and the bullet burst out, shattering a stone several hundred meters away, and the recoil shook his body up and flew backwards.

"brush!"

Jun Changxiao came to the falling position ahead of time, spread out his arms to pick it up, and broke down in his heart: "This woman is not enough to shoot one shot, and she fired two shots!"

"Pfft."

Li Luoqiu fell directly in front of him with his gun in the form of a 'swastika'.

Jun Changxiao twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Tang Master Li, I'm sorry, I missed half a step in the prediction and didn't catch you!"

...

Li Luoqiu felt that it was indecent to fall down and shoot, so he shot twice in a row standing up.

the next day.

The disciples exercise and practice in the morning as usual.

The five disciples who had just entered the school also began to either become stronger or sing cool sect life.

The most tragic thing is Li Shangtian, who was directly kicked into the sky by Li Fei's happy football.

Sun Bukong and Sima Zhongda squatted in the distance and shivered as they watched the guy who entered the door with their limbs stretched out on the martial arts arena.

Ling Yuanxue, the only woman among the five new disciples, was the happiest, because the senior sisters were very enthusiastic about talking to her, which gradually let go of her shy personality.

"Qingyang."

Jun Changxiao stood outside the hall, swept the disciples one by one and said, "Where's Zhou Hong?"

Li Qingyang said: "Sect Master, this junior brother is a bit weird. After entering the sect, he has been motionless in the martial arts field in the inner courtyard, and his disciples do not answer when they speak to him."

"yes?"

Jun Changxiao went to the inner courtyard.

On the small martial arts field, Zhou Hong, who had not changed his school uniform, stood proudly, holding a sword with one hand and resting his hand on the hilt of the sword. His head was slightly lowered, and his black hair was scattered.

This is a standard sword action, because it does not move like a stone statue.

Li Qingyang said in a low voice, "Sect Master, he has been standing all night since he had dinner yesterday."

Jun Changxiao held his chin and said, "This person is indeed a bit strange."

"Qiang——"

Suddenly, Zhou Hongjian was unsheathed, and sword lights appeared around him, intertwined, and instantly formed a net of heaven and earth.

"I go!"

Jun Changxiao and Li Qingyang widened their eyes.

"Chong!"

The sword is sheathed, and the sword qi dissipates.

The sword is drawn, the sword is retracted, it is really fast!

Jun Changxiao and Li Qingyang only heard the sound of pulling out and retracting the sheath, but did not see the action of pulling out and retracting the sheath at all!

What's even more exaggerated is that the leaves that originally floated down beside Zhou Hong swam from the sword light without being scratched, and finally landed on the stone slab slowly.

So fast and so much sword energy, it spreads out without cutting the fallen leaves. This is definitely the master of human body strokes!

"Hoohoo!"

Just at this moment, a gust of breeze came over.

The leaves under Zhou Hong's feet were blown up, then disintegrated into strips during the flight, and stuck to Jun Changxiao and Li Qingyang's faces.

This...is not a body stroke.

This is because the fallen leaves were swept away by the sword energy, but because the sword was too fast, there was no time to break it!

Pushing aside the broken leaves blocking their eyes, Jun Changxiao and Li Qingyang exclaimed in unison, "Master, master, master!"

In the disciple's room in the distance, Ye Xingchen also witnessed the scene of Zhou Hong drawing and retracting his sword, and murmured: "Twenty-three times in one breath, this child should have realized the fast state of kendo, which is a rare opportunity. The kendo seedling."

"Unfortunately."

He shook his head and said, "Although there are magical physical and mental techniques, boxing techniques, and spiritual martial arts in the Iron Bone Sect, they don't have high-quality sword techniques. Cultivating here is a waste of life."

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