Martial Arts: The Gunslinger

A hundred miles away, in the Laojun Temple, the statue of Taishang Laojun is enshrined. Due to the lack of pilgrims and no one repairing it, the Laojun Temple has fallen into disrepair, with the shrine covered in dust and spider webs in the corners.

"Well, the clothes are finally dry."

Su Ming came to the ruined temple an hour ago, built a fire, took off the wet clothes, and put them next to the fire to dry. Now he can finally wear them.

"Comfortable!"

After putting on dry clothes, Su Ming showed a satisfied smile.

Sitting cross-legged beside the fire, recalling the stop with the old beggar, Su Ming gradually fell into deep thought.

"Everyone has his strong and weak points"

"The Flying Dragon Spear is difficult to exert its power in a narrow room."

Su Ming made up his mind that in the future, when fighting with others, he should try to fight in an open space.

There is no perfect weapon in the world. Every weapon has its strengths and weaknesses. The key lies in the person who uses the weapon. People are alive, weapons are dead, and only by playing to their strengths and avoiding their weaknesses can they be invincible.

"I made the right move by going down the mountain to gain experience."

"If I still stay in the mountains and work behind closed doors, I will probably never find the shortcomings of my spearmanship."

Su Ming is not like some people in this world who dare not admit their own shortcomings and rack their brains to cover up their own shortcomings. Su Ming is just the opposite. He went down the mountain to practice this time just to find the shortcomings of his spearmanship.

Only by seeing the problem clearly can we prescribe the right medicine.

"From now on, I will avoid doing it indoors if possible."

"As long as I continue to improve my strength, when my spear skills are strong enough, it won't matter even if I fight indoors."

Su Ming thought of this and felt that the problem was solved. The most urgent task now was to improve his own cultivation as soon as possible.

Sitting cross-legged next to the fire, he took out the Mingshen Wudian and flipped through the contents of the first stage. Su Ming read it from beginning to end, then put the Mingshen Wudian back into the warehouse and began to meditate and breathe silently.

Buzz!

As Su Ming began to breathe, white mist immediately rose above his head. The white mist rose from his head like curling smoke. As his practice deepened, the white mist became more and more, and accordingly, the internal force in his Dantian became more and more abundant.

Because of his clear mind, his cultivation speed is five times that of ordinary people, which can be said to be a thousand miles a day.

Time flies, and after a stick of incense...

"Well, a week is over!"

Su Ming opened his eyes slightly, and felt his inner strength getting stronger. He smiled with satisfaction.

People who stay up late often get hungry, especially those who practice cultivation like Su Ming, whose physical strength is consumed very quickly. Fortunately, he brought a water bag and some leftover beef.

After eating and drinking, Su Ming lay on the soft straw pile, roasted the hot firewood, closed his eyes, and fell asleep comfortably.

""Hmm? What's that noise outside?"

Suddenly, Su Ming opened his eyes and looked outside the temple gate, his face becoming alert.

In this quiet spring night, in this deserted temple, any strange sound would be magnified countless times.

Su Ming just clearly heard a rustling sound outside, which was the sound of footsteps on fallen leaves. Although the other party was careful with every step, Su Ming still heard it.

"Who is sneaking around outside? Get out!"

Su Ming stood up suddenly, raised his Flying Dragon Spear, and shouted at the darkness outside the door.

Under the starry night sky, in this Laojun Temple located in the wilderness, the sound waves spread from the dilapidated temple to the outside, echoing in the dark night sky.

At this time, a man's voice came from outside the dark temple.

"You actually found me. You have a good sense of smell."

A man in black tights, accompanied by more than a dozen sturdy men, walked into the Laojun Temple from the darkness.

The tight-fitting man was in his early twenties, wearing a black robe with a golden eagle embroidered on the cuffs, as if spreading its wings and about to fly. This man was none other than Yin Yewang of the Sky Eagle Cult.

Su Ming, holding the Flying Dragon Spear, looked at the dozen people in front of him warily and said,"Don't tell me you are here to spend the night."

These people were all from the martial arts world. Each of them was armed with a weapon that had long been unsheathed, and their hawk-like eyes were staring at Su Ming.

Especially the tight-fitting man standing in front of the crowd, with steel eagle claws on both hands and a cold light flashing on his fingertips. At this moment, he was standing at the entrance of the temple, blocking Su Ming's only way out.

"You don't have to be nervous, I'll ask you a few questions first."Yin Ye Wang said calmly:"Guo Sanquan of the Divine Fist Sect, Zhuge Lei of the Gale Sword, and Mai Shaozheng of the Giant Whale Gang, you killed all three of them, right?"

Yin Ye Wang stared at the Flying Dragon Spear in Su Ming's hand with his narrow eyes. Bai Guishou told him that the murderer was a young man, and the weapon was a long spear.

"So what? Do you want to avenge them?"

Su Ming's hand holding the Flying Dragon Spear was slightly white because of the force he was holding the spear.

Although this dilapidated temple was not as spacious as the outside, compared with the original restaurant, it was a good place because there were no tables, chairs or benches. The power of the Flying Dragon Spear could be fully exerted.

"You may have misunderstood."

King Yin Ye smiled and said calmly,"As for a low-class gang like the Giant Whale Gang, my Sky Eagle Sect would not even bother to make friends with them, let alone avenge them."

"Hmm? Sky Eagle Sect?"

Su Ming raised his eyebrows.

He was not unfamiliar with the Sky Eagle Sect, especially the leader Yin Tianzheng, who was known as the White Eyebrowed Eagle King in the past, and whose Eagle Claw Skill was considered the best in the world.

"Are you Yin Tianzheng's son, Yin Yewang?"

Su Ming asked tentatively after taking another look at Yin Yewang.

The Sky Eagle Sect has many disciples, and there must be many young masters. Su Ming was not sure whether the other party was Yin Yewang.

"So you know me, that makes things easier."

Yin Yewang didn't expect that he would be so famous, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

But even though he was proud, he didn't forget his purpose.