I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

"Ling Tian Spear Fairy! The Ling Tian Spear Fairy ranked No. 1 in the contemporary Golden Crow List, Bai Lingxu! A seventeen-year-old Happy Realm master!"

The black-robed old man was also quite calm at this time, but he was obviously excited again when he said Bai Lingxu's name.

"I don't care who he is, I'm asking you to say how many hits he hits, how can I be worse than him!"

Lin Meng frowned dissatisfiedly and asked, he didn't care who the other party was, he only cared about how he was worse than the other party.

"Three hundred fifty one!"

The black robe old man answered without thinking.

"How many?"

Lin Meng couldn't believe his ears, and got closer to the old man again, raising his voice a few times and asking again.

"Three hundred and fifty-one! There is absolutely no fraud, the world gun repairs all prove it!"

The old man also knew what Lin Meng meant, and immediately swore that he had absolutely no lie.

Lin Meng was silent after hearing this, standing still holding his chest, bowing his head not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, Xia Yangchi calmed down, looking at Lin Meng's appearance, there was some guessing in his heart, and he persuaded:

"Junior Brother, you are already doing very well. I never knew that Junior Brother is so good, even if it is a little worse than that Lingtian Spear Immortal, it is normal. After all, there are some outsiders and there are heavens!"

The black-robed old man also echoed with a smile on his face:

"Yes, yes, the young man's ability to hit two hundred and sixty-two strikes is already above 10,000 under one person, and the second saint child can only hit the highest score of 219.

With the achievements and talents of the young heroes, he will surely become the third saint of my gun temple. I didn't expect that such a big man would actually make the old man run into it. It's really a spear god manifesting his spirit, and the way of guns is very exciting!

By the way, with the young man's score, he definitely passed the test, and the old man will take the promised spear to the young man."

After speaking, the old man walked outside the room with a smile from ear to ear, to get Lin Meng a gun.Although this gun is not a treasure of the gods, it is also a valuable weapon, and it can be regarded as the treasure of the town hall in this small branch hall.

If the old man sent it out at an ordinary time, it would be bad for him, but at this time he met this Lin Meng who has the qualifications of the saint child, and he would have been happy to care about any treasures.

Lin Meng was still silent when he heard that, he cursed silently in his heart, showing his ass, your gunman is standing here, and he was overwhelmed by an unknown kid!

There is a reason for someone outside of the world, if it is placed in other circumstances, Lin Meng can also accept it, but if it is placed on the gunway of his own thousand years ago, he would not accept it anyway.

All along, Lin Meng's pride told him.He is the world of guns, the world of gun repairs!How can there be a sky outside the sky at this time?

"Master Saint Son, you see, this dragon-patterned golden gun is the treasure of our small branch hall. It may not be in the eyes of Master Saint Son, but it is also the heart of the old man, and it was previously promised to the young hero. of."

At this time, the black-robed old man returned, holding a seven-foot golden gun carved with dragon patterns in his hand, and offering treasures would usually be handed to Lin Meng with a smile on his face, his name was changed.

But Lin Meng didn't accept it, pushed the golden gun out, shook his head and said:

"Wait, wait until I think about it a little bit, I'm making plans."

The old man was puzzled, but he looked at that Lin Meng was already sitting in front of the Three-Colored Thousand Strike Stone, placing his previous silver spear across his leg, closing his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.

The black-robed old man knew that it was inappropriate to disturb the saint son at this time, so he put the golden gun in his hand aside and greeted Xia Yangchi and Wuchan to stay aside and wait quietly.

The three of them waited from morning to evening. The sky was dark, and a little bit of star and moon light was spilled through the window. It was not until the old man in black robes lit the oil lamps everywhere in the house, but Lin Meng still closed his eyes. at every turn.

"You said this guy, when will it be spent? It's getting dark. It looks like I'm going to spend the night here tonight."

The monk Wuchan was impatient, yawned and turned to Xia Yangchi.

But before Xia Yangchi could speak, the black-robed old man first made a silent mouth with a vertical finger and whispered:

"Master Shengzi is probably comprehending something. Don't disturb Master Shengzi. There are wing rooms in the hall, so don't worry about it."

"How did my junior brother become your saint son?"

Xia Yangchi asked inexplicably.

The old man pointed to the three-color Thousand Strike Stone in front of Lin Meng and said proudly:

"Anyone who can strike more than two hundred shots of golden light within one breath is the Son of My Gun Temple.

Before, there were two saints in my gun temple, namely Bai Lingxu, Lingtian Spear Fairy, ranked No. 1 on the Golden Crow List, and Invincible Spear Fairy Bai Lingxu, ranked No. 6 on the Golden Crow List!

Now that we add this holy son, we have three holy sons at the same time in the temple of guns, all of whom are younger generations. It seems that I am really interested in shooting!"

The black robe got tired and got more excited, staring at Lin Meng as if a tiger who had been hungry for a long time saw the meat, extremely excited.

While the three of them were still chatting like this, Lin Meng, who had been sitting on the ground without moving, suddenly opened his eyes and shot sharply!

A fierce boy jumped up from the ground, and the silver spear in his hand danced again, a bit more violent than before!

The crisp sound of ding ding ding reverberated in the house, and in an instant golden light rose on the Thousand Strike Stone, flooding the house, much brighter than the lights, like a golden sun descending here.

After a breath of time, Lin Meng stopped his gun and stood still.

"Two hundred and eighty-seven blows!"

The black-robed old man exclaimed.

"Congratulations to the Son who broke through the limit to reach the next level!"

The old man smiled and stepped forward to congratulate, but Lin Meng remained unmoved, staring at the Thousand Strike Stone standing still on the spot like a wooden man. It took a while before he sighed slowly.

"I lost!"

Lin Meng was convinced that he was defeated this time. It turned out that in the thousands of years to come, there really appeared on the rivers and lakes a person who could not even surpass himself.

His original highest record of 267 blows was only a thousand years ago, and he didn't take it seriously at that time.

But these two hundred and eighty-seven blows are the result of Lin Meng's thoughts and comprehension, combining his lifelong learning and all the gun skills in the millennia of loneliness, and doing his best.

But it was still too far away from the number of three hundred and fifty-one, and it was hard to stand by.

Lin Meng couldn't help sighing that there is such a genius in this world that even his thousand-year insights and the teachings of the saints can't stand him.

Or the other party has a different way of thinking and unique, innovative in this gun way, or what is the reason, anyway, defeat is defeated, Lin Meng will not give himself a reason, just want to personally see this future generations A genius who surpassed himself on the gun road.

After all, the gun road is not simply based on the speed of the shot. After all, Lin Meng still feels arrogant and dissatisfied. If he wants to meet this person, he has really fought once, and may be able to beat the opponent in other places, which is not insulting himself. The reputation of a generation of peerless guns immortal, not insulting the reputation of his master.