The Strongest Sect of All Times

Chapter 101: A natural sniper

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The recoil of the 88-style sniper rifle is really strong, Xiao Zuiji fired a shot, even with a tripod supporting him, he was still thrown more than ten meters away, and a self-hanging southeast branch came.

However, there were two things that surprised Jun Changxiao. First, the kid was very accurate. Second, after a short rest, he stood up as if nothing had happened.

My cultivation base is higher than his, but I was shocked and rested for most of the night before I adjusted!

The system explained: "That's because the host fired three shots in a row and suffered a huge recoil, but he only fired one shot."

"So that's how it is." Jun Chang suddenly realized with a smile.

In any case, Xiao Zuiji's shooting talent and strong physical body made him more determined and trained him to be a sniper.

"Guilt yourself."

Jun Chang said with a smile: "This 88-style sniper rifle is yours. Find it when you have time."

"Yes!" Xiao Zuiji picked up the gun, although he felt chills when he remembered the recoil just now, but when he saw the shattered stone, his eyes were burning hot.

It is natural for men to love guns.

Even men from another world are no exception.

Afterwards, Xiao Zuiji would spend two hours every day lying alone on the grass, stones, and trees in the back mountain, leaning on the lens with one eye, aiming at something in the distance.

He never fired the gun, because the head said that there were only six bullets left in the gun.

In order to better adapt to the recoil, Xiao Zuiji would also stand on the martial arts arena and let his brothers hit him with a thick piece of wood.

"Brother, are you ready?"

"tread!"

Xiao Zuiji took a step forward, exposed his upper body, patted his right shoulder where the gun was touching, and said, "Brothers, come on!"

"superior!"

With Su Xiaomo's order, ten disciples carried the wooden stake and slammed over, but they heard a 'bang' and knocked him flying.

The muscle building machine is based on science to temper the body and maximize muscle improvement, but this method is quite extreme.

"brush!"

Xiao Zuiji got up, returned to the position just now, put on his horse again, endured the pain and said: "Come again!"

"Boom!"

"Come again!"

"Boom!"

"Again... Come again!"

On the steps of the main hall, watching Xiao Zuiji fall down and stand up again and again, Li Qingyang said: "Master, Junior Brother Xiao really wants to become stronger."

Jun Changxiao leaned on the stone railing with both arms, and said: "Qingyang, you, a little junior, although you have won the martial arts competition and proved yourself with your strength, there is still a former fiancée who needs to surpass."

Li Qingyang said seriously: "Master, as far as I know, Junior Brother Xiao's fiancee is named Murong Xin, and she is the direct descendant of the Murong family, one of the four major families in Tianhai County."

Tianhai County

Jun Changxiao has a bit of an impression that it seems to be a county with a large population.

He asked, "Is the Murong family strong?"

Li Qingyang was silent for a while, and said: "If calculated according to the rank of the sect, the Murong family in Tianhai County is at least not weaker than the Cangshan sect."

Jun Chang laughed in surprise and said, "So hanging?"

Li Qingyang said: "Murong Xin has the best spiritual roots, and was accepted as a personal disciple by the eleven elders of the second-rate sect Baihe Sect."

Jun Changxiao doesn't care about the top-grade spiritual root, what he cares about is Baihe Shengzong, the true connotation of this name!

He joked, "Is there any gay sect?"

"Gays?"

Li Qingyang scratched his head and said, "I haven't heard of it."

Jun Chang said with a smile, "A family comparable to a fifth-rate sect, and himself a disciple of a second-rate sect, this Murong Xin is really not simple."

"but."

He touched his chin and said, "Since you are so good, how could you have a marriage contract with a sinner?"

"Finger pulp is marriage." Li Qingyang said.

Jun Chang smiled and said, "No wonder."

Looking at Xiao Zuiji who was training, he murmured: "As a disciple, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to surpass the woman who abandoned me."

Difficult is challenging.

Only then can he prove his ability to train his disciples.

Murong Xin from the Murong family, just wait, one day, I will let you understand how stupid it was to regret the marriage back then.

The craftsmen in the inner courtyard are building in full swing, and the disciples are also practicing individually.

Seven days passed peacefully like this, and the Iron Bone Sect ushered in a historic moment, that is, except for Xiao Zuiji, Liu Wanshi and Ye Xingchen who just started, all the other disciples broke through to the 12th rank!

Tian Qi, Li Fei, Zhang Wei and others even stepped into the martial arts, increasing the number from the initial five to ten.

Under normal circumstances, a nine-level sect with three or five warriors is not bad, and the iron-bone sect has ten, which is undoubtedly quite sturdy.

"Strange."

Jun Changxiao opened the data panel and saw that the sect rank was always at the ninth level, and he was puzzled: "The sect has nine disciples who have reached martial arts, and most of the rest are 12th ranks of open veins. Why haven't they been upgraded?"

The system said: "The improvement of the sect's level is not up to the system. It needs to be certified by the relevant departments of the Xingyun Continent before it can be improved."

"Which department?"

"You can ask the disciple."

"..."

Jun Changxiao called Li Qingyang over.

Li Qingyang said: "Master, as far as I know, if you want the sect to go from the ninth rank to the eighth rank, you need to go to the sect certification hall for certification."

"Sect certification hall? Where is it?"

"Qingyang City."

"What kind of authentication method?"

Li Qingyang thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "It seems to bring disciples who meet the requirements of the realm to go for certification."

"It's so troublesome, I don't want to go."

Jun Changxiao gave up the idea of going for certification.

In his opinion, as long as the sect has strong strength, it doesn't matter even if it is regarded as a low-level school.

Among the weeds in the back mountain, Xiao Zuiji's whole body was covered by weeds, only his eyes were exposed, and he lay motionless on his stomach.

"brush!"

After a long time, a large wild boar came out more than 600 meters ahead.

Xiao Zuiji lowered his head slightly, put one eye on the lens, aimed to lock the wild boar's head, and then pulled the trigger.

"Boom—"

When the gunshot rang out, Xiao Zuiji held the gun and was shocked to fall back two meters away. As for the wild boar, he was headshot precisely and fell to the ground with a bang!

Su Xiaomo ran over, picked it up, and said, "Junior Brother Xiao, your marksmanship is really accurate!"

"call!"

Xiao Zuiji stood up, held the gun in one hand, and rubbed his numb right shoulder with the other, a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After seven days of training and extreme physical training, he was no longer hit by the recoil like he was the first time he fired a gun.

"Not bad, not bad." Jun Changxiao walked out clapping his hands.

Xiao Zui lay on the ground for two hours without moving, and when the prey appeared, he quickly shot his head. He is definitely a natural sniper!

That's the advantage of being a genius.

Even if he failed in martial arts, he still excelled in other things.

"Guilt yourself."

Jun Chang said with a smile: "When the sentry tower is built, the important task of defending the sect will be handed over to you."

This guy gave Xiao Zuiji a Type 88 sniper rifle, and let him become a sniper, hoping to protect the sect and not be approached by others.

Although there is a large array of guards, after all, 1 point of contribution per day cannot afford to burn it for many years!

It will be very comfortable if a sniper is placed on the sentry tower to find suspicious persons or killers and kill them instantly.

"Yes!" Xiao Zuiji said.

"But..." he said weakly, "Master, there are only five bullets left."

Jun Changxiao held his chin and said, "Yeah, the bullets are a little low, so I have to go to Qingyang City to buy some crystal cores."

"Qingyang."

"Notify the disciples who have broken through the martial arts, and follow me to the sect certification hall in Qingyang City tomorrow."

Since you are going to Qingyang City, you must drop in for certification.

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