I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

"Just now this young hero said he intended to join the Gun Temple?"

After watching the three of them finish the incense, the old man smiled and asked Xia Yangchi who had just spoken.

Xia Yangchi was not stupid either. After feeling Lin Meng's attitude before, he didn't say anything more this time, and said to the old man:

"We are not a gun repairman, my junior is, but as for whether he wants to join the gun temple, he still has to look at his opinion, I can't be the master."

After speaking, Xia Yangchi tilted his head, indicating that this junior is Lin Meng on the side.

"Oh?"

The old man raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and saw that the junior spear repairer was the young man who had just spoken coldly. He was also a little strange in his heart, but still looked at Lin Meng with a kind face, and asked softly:

"I wonder if this young man wants to join the Gun Temple? Our Gun Temple is not like a sect, but a religious sect. The World Gun Repair is a family. If you want to join the Gun Temple, you just need to put a name and enter it in the book. The slightest constraint.

As for the young hero after joining our Gun Temple, he can exchange some of the gun repair power inheritance on the rivers and lakes according to his talent roots and worship, and even exchange the inheritance left by the gun god master!"

"Thanks to the old gentleman for his kindness, and someone doesn't intend to do this temporarily."

Lin Meng quickly refused, holding a fist at the old man, and after replying, he hurried away with Xia Yangchi and Wuchan.

Just kidding, I was a generation of peerless spear gods, how can your other spear cultivation inheritances be stronger than me? If a spear god is stronger than me in a thousand years, then how can the spear god you worship be me?

Besides, I didn't leave any tricks back then. All that was given to Zhou Yuan were some marksmanship after he was eliminated, so he could change his inheritance by himself and get sick!

Lin Meng was disdainful in his heart. He was very unwilling to see the statue worshiping himself, but it was his friend who built it for him back then, and now it is worshipped by the World Spear Repairer, otherwise he would have smashed this ruined temple. .

The ritual-like old man looked at Lin Meng and left without moving, with a look of surprise on his face. There is a saying that the world gun repairer respects Fulongjianxian, although Fulongjianxian did not leave it back then. What kind of inheritance, how can anyone listen to this name and remain unmoved.

But the old man was also surprised for a moment, then still calmly looked at the three Lin Meng who were about to leave the hall, cleared his throat and said again:

"A person with the best talents can get a spear, the weapon of God!"

Sure enough, just as the old man expected, Lin Meng stopped after hearing these words.

The black-robed old man smiled and thought in his heart that what the monks in the world dream of is nothing more than secret techniques and magic weapons.

As for what rights, money, and beauty, with strength, you can get a lot of them, even if you don't go the right way, you can grab them.

Right now you are not interested in the inherited marksmanship left by Lord Gunmaster, then you still have a little interest in the weapon of the god weapon.

At this moment, Lin Meng slowly turned around and looked at the old man. He really needed a better weapon right now.Wuyue Jianzong is a sword repair sect, and it is good to be able to get yourself a standard silver gun.

This silver gun brought from the Sword Sect of the Five Mountains is now full of cracks, especially when it came to a head-to-head encounter with the old witch before. If you don’t change it, you may become defenseless next time you fight with others. Look embarrassed.

"I wonder what kind of magic weapon it is?"

Lin Meng looked at the old man standing under his stone statue and asked.

"Ahem, it's not a well-known magic weapon, but it's also one of the best among sharp weapons."

The old man coughed twice and said, in fact, any magic weapon is a good weapon. It is not a powerful weapon. It is only to keep the opponent and let the opponent join the temple of guns. After all, the guns are declining, and it is not easy to repair one more gun. .

"But the young hero has to pass the test to get this spear."

The old man had already made his calculations in his heart, and planned to deliberately put up a test, when the other party could not pass, he could not get things and became a man of his own gun temple.

"What test? You take me there."

Lin Meng said without hesitation that he was a generation of peerless spear gods, the spear gods you have worshipped for thousands of years, as long as any test on the gun can stop him.

"The young man comes with me."

The black-robed old man smiled happily as if he had succeeded in trickery, and led Lin Meng and the three people to a side room in the temple, pointing to the tall man in front of him, one side cut smooth and flat stone like a silver mirror and said:

"That's it. This is a three-color thousand-strike stone. This stone can change its color according to the number of contact blows on it, and it can be divided into three colors: blue, red, and gold.

Less than fifty blows are blue, less than two hundred blows are red, and the upper ones are gold. The young man only needs to shoot his own maximum number of guns in one breath."

The old man kept his eyes open and didn't say the requirements for meeting the standard. At that time, the success or failure was left to his own discretion.

"it is good!"

Lin Meng nodded, no nonsense to pick up the gun and start testing. This thing has been seen thousands of years ago. It can have five colors at the highest. Above a thousand shots, it appears black, so it is called a thousand shots.

But no one can hit a thousand blows in a single breath, and even his highest record is only two hundred and sixty-seven blows. As a test of this kind of time limit, the three-color thousand-strike stone is just right.

"Wait, young man."

Just when Lin Meng was about to test, the old man stopped Lin Meng with a smile on his face and said:

"This is an internal test in the Gun Temple. If the young man wants to pass the test and get a reward, he has to join us in the Gun Temple."

"can."

Lin Meng nodded, the other side's cautious thinking about whether he couldn't see through it, it was just that there was not much need to join before, and even if he joined, it was nothing more than a name.

Seeing that Lin Meng was so decisive, the black-robed old man agreed and stepped aside and made a gesture of asking. Then Lin Mengti walked up to the tall stone, adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes and gained momentum. Lin Meng's delicate face was reflected on the mirror-smooth stone.

"call!"

After a while, Lin Mengchang exhaled and opened his eyes fiercely to stare at the stone. The silver spear in his hand suddenly shot without warning, and for a while, he surprised the three people aside with ferocious aura.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The silver gun quickly hits the mirror-like smooth stone with a series of crisp noises. The speed of the gun is so fast that it is almost invisible. If ordinary people without cultivation are here, they can only see Lin Meng dancing in his hands. The afterimages of the road.

A breath of effort was fleeting, and the golden light appeared on the mirror-like stone, and everyone in Yao was almost unable to open their eyes. Lin Meng was also quite satisfied with it, and put the gun to his side, looking back at the panic on his face as if he saw it. The old man in black robe like a ghost.

Lin Meng doesn't care how much this test will take to reach the target. Anyway, he always thinks in his heart that he is the king within the gunway. If he hits the highest golden light directly, the opponent must recognize it even if he does not recognize it!

"Two...Two hundred and sixty-two! Only a little worse than the first son! Even higher than the second son!"

At this moment, the old man was sitting on the ground in shock, stammering and shouting, Xia Yangchi on the side had already looked at him, even the most calm Wuzen was showing shock under the black veil of the hat. It's been a long time to return to God.

Lin Meng nodded as he listened, two hundred and sixty-two, a bit worse than his own highest record, but some fluctuations are normal. After all, this test is fair, regardless of the number of shots.

But when Lin Meng heard the old man's subsequent words, he was not calm, frowned, looked at the old man and asked:

"What? Who is the First Son?"

Bad?How could it be worse!It's not even a single number!

Lin Meng has always believed that he is the emperor in the gunway, and he was unprecedented in that year. Although he dare not say whether there will be anyone later, his inner pride does not allow him to be inferior to others in the gunway. .