Immortal Path to Heaven

General Li, Li Xinfan!

When everyone heard the name, their hearts shook slightly.

Even Ni Yunhong couldn't help but change his face slightly.

This is not a military camp near Linhai, but it is the Fucheng Military Camp, the largest military group in a county.

This Li Xinfan is not an ordinary cultivator, but a dignified ancestor. Together with the city owner Deng Xiyuan, he is the most powerful warrior in Changlong County. In terms of the power in his hands, even the Ni family with three ancestors dare not say that they can overwhelm him.

Although Ouyang Ming is well-known, it is beyond everyone's expectation that such a person can be valued so much.

With a grin, Ouyang Ming said: "Captain Zhang, how does General Li know that this unknown **** is here?"

"Nameless pawn?" Zhang Mingzhe smiled dumbly, said: "Master Ou, you are too small to look at yourself." He looked right, said: "You are doing everything, the brothers are admirable, sincerely grateful. Ha ha, General Li personally ordered that if he sees you, he must thank him with military salute."

Everyone felt more and more puzzled. The old craftsman touched Ouyang Ming gently, and asked in a low voice, "Boy, what did you do?"

Ouyang Ming froze for a while, and said, "I didn't do anything..."

Zhang Mingzhe shook his head slightly and sighed: "Master Ou, in order to give us soldiers justice, fighting alone the emperor and merchants, they have hardly taught them those bureaucrats and nobles. Such a big event, have you forgotten?"

The veteran's head widened his eyes, looked at Ouyang Ming, and screamed in his heart. What's the matter? Go home and let this kid tell me clearly.

Ouyang Ming was startled and said, "Captain Zhang, this should have been what I did. It's a trivial matter, and it's not worth the general's attention."

"Small things? Ha ha..." Zhang Mingzhe laughed, but there was a trace of bitterness in the laughter. He lowered his voice and said, "Master Ou, besides you, how many people are willing to serve us. What about being so early?"

Ouyang Ming opened his mouth and looked at the bitter face of Zhang Mingzhe, but he was a little speechless.

People who are willing to offend the Emperor Shang family for a long and dead fire, even when two ancestors come forward, are still unwilling to give up. Looking at the world, how many can there be?

However, although these things are realistic, once mentioned, it will inevitably make the soldiers chill. Therefore, even Zhang Mingzhe did not dare to make a loud noise.

"Master Ou, please!" Zhang Mingzhe reached out his hand and led everyone into the barracks.

As they walked all the way, Ouyang Ming noticed that the people around him gradually increased. These people whispered to each other's ears, and once he turned around, someone always saluted him in that direction.

However, no one stopped, so they watched silently in the distance, saluted silently, and expressed their lofty respect in a way unique to soldiers.

Ouyang Ming was excited. He raised his chest and stood behind the head of the old craftsman. He walked in the eyes of everyone.

At this moment, he firmly believed that everything he did was right.

Even if it offends the city owner, even if it provokes the imperial merchant, he will never regret it.

Finally, after going deep into the barracks, the crowd gradually decreased. This is the residence of the senior officer, not everyone can enter.

A hearty voice sounded: "Ouyang Ming is here, great!"

Chen Yifan's familiar figure suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes, but when he came out, his eyes were immediately attracted by the long gun on Ouyang Ming's back, and even the first-class veterans were turned a blind eye.

"Xiao Ou, is this a weapon forged for this general?" Chen Yifan asked immediately.

Ouyang Ming smiled slightly, and Chen Yifan was still as refreshing as ever.

"General, this is the weapon I gave you. Look, are you still satisfied?" Ouyang Ming unleashed the spear and threw it over.

If ordinary people want to enter a heavily guarded military camp, they must go through a lot of inspections, and if they want to bring such obvious homemade lances, then don't think about it.

However, after knowing Ouyang Ming's name, all the soldiers neglected the spear, and he was brought in smoothly.

Chen Yifan stretched his hand to take it, his eyes fixed on the gun head, but he shivered involuntarily.

With both hands holding the gun, it shook slightly, and the body of the gun oscillated, making a buzzing sound.

"This...good gun!" Chen Yifan's eyes sparkled, without concealing his joy: "Come, let me try the gun!"

Say, as soon as he turned around, he went directly into the yard arranged for him with a spear.

Zhang Mingzhe and Ouyang Ming looked at each other, although they all knew a little about Chen Yifan's temperament, but this approach was too arbitrary.

The old craftsman coughed and said, "Hey, this is what General Chen is, so blunt. Ha ha, let's go in too."

"Yeah, yeah." Zhong Yunda nodded again and again, echoing.

However, the minds of the two of them are secret. General Chen, even if he sees something good, you should be restrained anyway. There are officers from the Fucheng Military Camp.

Everyone had different thoughts. When they entered the courtyard, they saw a gun shadow unfolded in front of them.

Chen Yifan was armed with a spear, his body flashed, and he was snatched away like a dragon. The spear was unfolded in his hand, just like a turbulent dragon, playing in the courtyard.

Suddenly, the Jiaolong turned his head and seemed to stare at everyone.

So everyone felt a sense of terror from the bottom of their hearts. It seemed that the light transformed by this gun shadow was really a huge dragon that could swallow them in one bite.

Feeling that the chill was constantly being released from the gun shadow, the first three arms forging masters of the old craftsman were all cold and moved slowly back and forth.

On the contrary, Ouyang Ming and Zhang Mingzhe watched intently. Zhang Mingzhe admired in his heart that he deserved to be the leader of a battalion. Such cultivation is far from his own.

However, Ouyang Ming looked like a frown, and his understanding of Chen's marksmanship was far from comparable in the past. At this time, watching Chen Yifan's marksmanship, and then confirming one by one with his heart, he felt a further feeling, and naturally he was happy in his heart.

Chen Yifan suddenly dropped his gun head and dragged the gun away. After a few steps, there was a scream in the mouth, and the spear jumped like a viper and spurted into the void.

This shot has condensed all his spirits. If someone is chasing behind him at this moment, it will surely be turned into powder under this unstoppable shot.

The Chen family returned to the carbine and displayed it in his hands, which was a different charm.

"Good marksmanship!"

Several people entered from outside the door. The first one was slender with a smile on his face, as if he had been respected for a long time, but between those eyes opening and closing, his shimmering mans made people dare not look straight.

Chen Yifan received the gun and stood upright: "General Li!"

Zhang Mingzhe even knelt on the ground, shouting: "General Li!"

Ouyang Ming and others immediately knew the identity of the comer, and they bowed together to salute. The old craftsman and Ouyang Ming have seen three Ni Dao ancestors from the Ni family recently, and their performance is okay, but Zhong Yunda is just trembling, not even knowing how to place his hands and feet.

Li Xinfan nodded slightly, and said, "Freedom." He smiled and said, "Yifan, your marksmanship has improved again, and the Chen family is also a successor."

Chen Yifan said abruptly: "Thank you General for his praise." He shook his wrist and said: "Xiaguan's marksmanship is still the same, but this gun..." He hesitated and said: "Ouyang Ming, what kind of gun is this? Level?"

He has practiced gunmanship since he was a child. The spears he has seen are unknown, and he is naturally aware of his grade. However, looking at the spear in his hand at this time, he was unable to judge its true grade.

For him, it was incredible.

In fact, there is a faint guess in his mind. However, this guess was wishful thinking, which made him unable to ask.

Li Xinfan laughed loudly and said, "Yifan, your eyesight is not enough, bring me to see."

Chen Yifan hesitated and reluctantly handed the spear over.

Li Xinfan laughed and scolded: "When did you kid become so stingy and mother-in-law... Huh?" His words suddenly came and looked at the spear carefully, but his face gradually became dignified.

"Here, this is... a magic weapon?" he cried suddenly after a moment.

With the identity and cultivation of the ancestor of Ji Dao, it would be so out of order.

However, this is not surprising. When the three old ancestors of the Ni family first saw the magic instrument forged by Ouyang Ming, their performance was not much better.

"Magic instrument, really a magic instrument?" Chen Yifan's eyes brightened and exclaimed.

He had a hunch at first, but this conclusion was too horrible, so he dared not speak.

Li Xinfan's wrist twitched, and several guns bloomed, saying: "Good gun, good gun!" In his voice, there was even a trace of envy and unreserved admiration.

Everyone secretly said, is this nonsense, if the magic weapon is not a good gun, then what kind of equipment can be called a good word in the world?

Chen Yifan looked at him eagerly, wanting to get it back, but he didn't dare to do it.

Although he is the leader of a battalion ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ not only holds authority, but also comes from a famous family, his knowledge is far from others. But because of this, he understands better what does a magic instrument represent?

Such equipment is simply not something he can possess.

Even if he practiced in his life, he would be lucky enough to climb to the ancestor's level, but it is not likely to get a portable implement.

But now, this opportunity to possess a magic weapon was just placed in front of his eyes, watching this spear flying in Li Xinfan's hands, his heart also moved accordingly, and he could not stop for a moment.

After a moment, Li Xinfan finally stopped, and asked in Chen Yifan's eyes full of expectation and worry: "Yifan, where did you come from?"

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