Chapter 69 The Musket Formula (1/2)
His mind sank into the storage ring, and a small space appeared in Lu Ming's mind.
The space was about one side or so, about the same size as the storage ring he had gotten from Duanmu Jue.
Inside, a few boxes were scattered.
With a wave of his hand, all these boxes appeared on the platform of Supreme temple.
First, a small box caught Lu Ming's eye.
Because the box was inlaid with gold, it looked magnificent and extraordinary.
After opening the box, it turned out to be a book.
The Musket Formula, this is a martial art book.
Lu Ming couldn't help but think of Zhu Bing's shooting technique. Wasn't it called the The Musket Formula?
He still remembered the power of that gun trick!
Looking forward to it, Lu Ming was shocked.
Mystical level martial arts, this gun formula, is actually a Mystical level martial arts.
Mystical level inferior martial arts, Mystical level.
”No wonder it's so powerful. It's Mystical level martial arts. This is done.”
Lu Ming was overjoyed.
Mystical level martial arts, more valuable than yellow level martial arts, I don't know how many times.
Lu Ming couldn't wait to turn it over. The more he looked at it, the more shocked his face became.
”It's so powerful. There's no way to compare the yellow level of martial arts. Day by day, that Zhu Bing is probably just the first level of cultivation, just a glimpse of the path of the door.”
Lu Ming muttered to himself.
Generally speaking, as long as a Mystical level low-grade martial arts can be cultivated to the first level, its power can be comparable to the sixth level of top-grade yellow martial arts.
The first level can be comparable to the sixth level of top-grade yellow martial arts. One can imagine how powerful Mystical level martial arts are.
But similarly, the Mystical level martial arts training difficulty, I don't know how many times more difficult than the yellow level martial arts, ordinary martial arts practitioners, it is difficult to train successfully.
Unless it's a genius.
Zhu Bing had been studying hard for decades, and he barely reached the first level.
”Mystical level martial arts, if exchanged in Library hall, xuanyuan sword sect, I don't know how much contribution points are required. Unfortunately, it is a gun technique, and I am practicing sword, I can't practice.”
Lu Ming sighed.
”Wait!”
Lu Ming's eyes darkened, then brightened, and whispered, ”Who said I practice swords? The The True Formula of the War Dragon I practice in has a dragon shape and a dragon like spear. Perhaps, I have been in the wrong direction all this time!”
Lu Ming had always wanted to use the sword to conquer the world since he was young. Naturally, he loved the sword. Later, he got the Flowing Light Swordsmanship in Supreme temple and joined the Flowing Light Swordsmanship. So subconsciously, Lu Ming felt that he should be practicing the sword.
But during this time, Flowing Light Swordsmanship had been stuck on the fifth level, and it was difficult to break through the sixth level.
Originally, he thought it was just a matter of not waiting for the fire. As long as he practiced hard, he would definitely break through.
But now that I think about it, I'm afraid that's not the reason at all, but that the swordsmanship doesn't match him at all.
If it doesn't fit, if you want to reach the highest level of cultivation, you have to spend more time and energy than others.
Some people are born to practice swords, and some are born to practice knives or guns.
Of course, this is related to personality, as well as the cultivation of martial arts, and even the awakening of the bloodline.
Lu Ming, on the other hand, was a The True Formula of the War Dragon practitioner. The awakened bloodline was a bit like a snake now. Wasn't that more suited to the gun?
At that moment, Lu Ming picked up Zhu Bing's spear and stabbed it.
Boo!
The spear pierced through the air and made a sharp roar. The moment Lu Ming felt the spear pierce, the dragon's true energy rushed out of his body and burst out along the spear.
Pitter-patter!
A spear flared out like a dragon, piercing the air with a crackling sound.
”True qi is smoother. It's done in one go. Sure enough, I'm more suited to practice guns.”
Lu Ming sighed.