Sniper Track

There are two famous "hob meat" in Longjing University, they are Wang Kaijin and Zhang Shengjun.

Speaking of these two people, no matter where they go, it will give people a lot of headaches.

It's shameless to talk about stinky, you can't compare to them.

Moreover, the principal was standing behind them, so they couldn't handle it at all.

Fortunately, Zhang Shengjun and Wang Kaijin are not in the same group.

When they meet each other, they laugh at each other and dig holes for each other.

This is also a "great fortune".

Otherwise, if the two of them form a pair and do bad things together, they will be truly invincible on the campus of Beijing University.

The basic quality of a hob meat is not so much that others can't speak, but that another hob meat is helpless.

This is the highest level.

Obviously, Zhang Shengjun is at this level.

In Zhang Shengjun's heart, nothing is more important than eating.

During the period between 11:30 and 12:30, he was either eating or on his way to eat...

The students in the academy have already formed a habit. If you have something to ask Zhang Shengjun, you must go to his office after 12:30.

It's useless to go early, he won't be in the office anyway.

Wang Kaijin said helplessly: "I can't help you not to go... It's the master who called us."

Zhang Shengjun was as if struck by a bolt from the blue, and froze in place. After a long time, he said in a complicated tone: "Okay, I see..."

Wang Kaijin caressed Zhang Shengjun's shoulder, and rarely did not fight with Zhang Shengjun, but said softly and "gently": "Master said, go to him at 12:30... Let's go to dinner together now... …”

"Ok……"

Zhang Shengjun replied with only one word, and walked in a daze, not knowing what was going on in his head.

Crowded and crowded.

Zhang Shengjun and Wang Kaijin walked side by side... just like twenty years ago.

Wang Kaijin's right arm was placed on Zhang Shengjun's shoulder, and his left hand was hooked by his side, but he didn't touch anything.

In the end...after all, there was still one person missing.

Wang Kaijin pursed his lips, feeling complicated.

This world is still that world, and this Beijing University is still that Beijing University.

But the two of them lost an important person...

………………

half past twelve.

Zhang Shengjun and Wang Kaijin appeared in a quiet place on the campus.

No rules, no standards.

Longjing University stands on the land of China, carrying the ancient civilization of China. Only after the catastrophe, it has a history of three hundred years.

Step by step to today, what Longjing University relies on is the ubiquitous rules.

The school has school rules that no one can break.

The campus is vast, but not every corner is visited by people.

For example, here, on the dirt road, there are only traces of wind and sand blowing and birds falling, which is infinitely close to the original nature.

Quiet and peaceful.

Until this moment, two people broke the silence and startled a few birds.

Two middle-aged men with a combined total of nearly 400 pounds stood here.

Without the permission of the person in the hut, even the hobhead meat like Zhang Shengjun and Wang Kaijin would not dare to enter casually.

After all, the one inside...

But a ninth-rank powerhouse!

The ninth grade - the top of man, the true **** of the world.

Yangyang China has a population of 2 billion people, but there are less than 100 Prime Ministers, only a few dozen.

This is enough to reflect the difficulty of the road to the top.

Among the 100 million people, only one can become a king who is arrogant and won the title of king.

Every king is like a national treasure.

No one can be disrespectful.

What's more, the old principal, Zhang Shengjun and Wang Kaijin still have a master-disciple relationship.

A teacher for one day, a father for life.

Zhang Shengjun and Wang Kaijin were both guards. When they reached the place twenty meters away from the hut, they slowly stood still, they did not advance at will, nor did they dare to shout.

They knew that no matter what happened in the whole school, it couldn't escape Master's keen sense of spirituality.

The arrival of the two, how could that one not know?

The small bungalow built of masonry was unremarkable, and a voice came from inside: "Shengjun, Kaijin, come in..."

The two looked at each other and walked cautiously towards the house.

Unlike imagined, the display in the house is not very simple, on the contrary, it is very warm.

A bed, a dining table, an old TV...

Meng Zhuming's hair was gray, with short shaved hair, and he was in high spirits. At this moment, he was sitting on a chair, nibbling on a big red apple.

Those who don't know, if they see him like this, no matter what, they won't associate this old man with the powerhouse of the Nine-Rank Phase King Realm.

Seeing that Zhang Shengjun and Wang Kaijin had entered the house, Meng Zhuming nibbled at the apple without any image, and made a sound of "crack clack".

In an instant, he took out five or six bites, gnawed the apple until only one core was left, and flipped it casually, Meng Zhuming threw the apple's core into the trash can in the corner.

Meng Zhuming wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said to Zhang Shengjun and Wang Kaijin, "Sit down."

But inside the house, there is only one chair... it's still under Meng Zhuming's butt...

Meng Zhuming raised his hands slightly, light flashed on his left and right hands, and two mysterious objects, one long and one short, floated on his hands. Before he could see it clearly, they turned into streamers and landed on the ground.

Where the light landed, two chairs suddenly appeared.

The corners of Wang Kaijin's mouth twitched for a while, he hesitated for a while before he dared to sit.

Zhang Shengjun also did not leave.

Meng Zhuming asked with a smile, "Why don't you sit?"

Wang Kaijin: "..."

Looking at Wang Kaijin, who didn't even dare to speak, Zhang Shengjun rolled his eyes and then said, "Master, Wang Kaijin is timid, I'm afraid your gun will go wrong."

Meng Zhuming scratched his head and laughed loudly: "Do you despise the old man? ...

Then do you two drink water? "

As soon as the voice fell, the two chairs on the ground were suspended, transformed into two cups at a height of more than one meter above the ground, and flew to the table.

Meng Zhuming stretched out his right index finger, and was about to rouse the teapot to pour water from the air, when Zhang Shengjun hurriedly stepped forward, used both hands, and pressed the teapot firmly on the table.

Meng Zhuming: "You are..."

Zhang Shengjun grinned, "I'm afraid your gun will lose rust and you won't be able to drink it if you drop it in water..."

Meng Zhuming shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You stinky boy, neither big nor small."

I am afraid that in all China, Zhang Shengjun is the only one who dares to get along with Meng Zhuming like this.

Meng Zhuming beckoned helplessly, and the two cups approached each other on the table, getting closer and closer, until at the end, they stuck together and turned into a fruit knife.

"There is a watermelon on the table, I want to eat it and cut it myself!" Meng Zhuming's kindness was rejected twice in a row by his two "unfilial" disciples, his mood suddenly dropped, and he sighed.

Zhang Shengjun said with a smile: "Master, how dare you use your gun to cut watermelons... You should take it back quickly."

The watermelon knife changed into a fly swatter again, slapped Zhang Shengjun on the head, and then returned to Meng Zhuming's side, breaking up into two groups.

You can see the two guns, one long and the other short.

The short one is a pistol, the longer one is a rifle or a sniper rifle...

After all, firearms have different shapes, and most guns cannot be distinguished from their appearance from the outside.

The two spears dissipated into fitness and returned to Meng Zhuming's body.

Previous chairs, cups, fruit knives...

It turned out to be just a transformation of Meng Zhuming's main gun and auxiliary gun.

The Eighth-Rank Lord has a title, "General Lie", "Xiansheng Zhenjun", and the title of Wang Kaijin - "Kaijin Duanshan Iron Crazy Fist", all of which are noble titles.

As for the ninth rank, you can be crowned king.

Meng Zhuming's king's title is "King of Tools".

In China, there are sword kings, sword kings...

It sounds like it should be a king and a strong man who makes good use of swords and knives.

I just don't know why the two kings' knives and swords came from.

Possibly, in a similar way to Chen Jianxie, through the function of special accessories, to complete the form conversion; Possibly, using a unique combat technique created by oneself to turn firearms into swords; Possibly, with elemental stones and animal souls , The power of combat skills, summoning weapons, has nothing to do with firearms; it is also possible that it is a real weapon forged by practical metal materials...

And regardless of the origin of "knife" and "sword", the title of "tool king" sounds broader than the sword king and sword king.

The meaning of the word "qi" is more complicated than that of knives and swords.

Swords, spears, swords and halberds can be used as "tools", tables, chairs and benches can be used as "tools", and pots and pans can also be used as "tools".

The reason why Meng Zhuming is known as the King of Instruments comes from his secret that he never passed on—

Artifact Spirit Secret Art!

This formula was created by Meng Zhuming in the year he entered the high grade, using the power of blood and spirit as the medium.

Under the operation of the secret technique, his main gun and auxiliary gun can be transformed into the shape of any object at will~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

Weapons such as knives and swords, furniture such as tables and chairs...

The shape of any object can be changed.

However, what this secret technique can transform is only the "shell" of the object, and things that are too complicated cannot "have its charm".

For example, if the two spears are combined into one place, they can be transformed into divine swords, possessing ninth-rank power, and they can be used vertically and horizontally.

But if he was asked to conjure up a TV, Meng Zhuming would be powerless.

Zhang Shengjun silently glanced at Wang Kaijin beside him, looked at each other from the corner of his eyes for a moment, and completed a heart-to-heart exchange.

Zhang Shengjun: "Why did Master ask us to come here?"

Wang Kaijin: "I don't know..."

"You ask!"

"Why don't you ask?"

"You ask!"

"..."

Zhang Shengjun looked at his nose, nose at his heart, and he did nothing, Wang Kaijin asked in desperation, "Master, if you have any instructions from the old man, just give it to me.

Although I have been busy with military training and preparations for the beast-hunting battle recently, I am a little busy, but Lao Zhang is quite free. If there is anything I can let him do first, when I am done, I will complete Master's work with him. Task. "

Wang Kaijin kept calm, and then put on Zhang Shengjun.

Zhang Shengjun was very angry, but he couldn't be rude in front of his master, so he could only glared at Wang Kaijin.

"Smelly shameless, just wait and see when I find a chance to clean up you next time!" Zhang Shengjun scolded secretly in his heart.

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