"If you want to improve your cultivation level and enter the level of transforming energy and refining internal organs, Dragon Qi points are far from enough... There is one thing, but you have to do it in advance. The stronger the strength, the better. You can't save it. Dragon Qi points should be spent. You still have to spend it.”

Thinking of the way Kangtai had tried to endure it in the Escort Hall, but there was a fierce look in his eyes, Zhang Kun sneered.

"You think that I will just watch this hidden danger and keep it there. If I can't help you, then that's it. Unfortunately, you don't have the capital to make me afraid, but you are so vindictive..."

Zhang Kun's eyes flashed slightly, and his thoughts moved.

"Ascension, firearms shooting."

Four points of dragon energy suddenly burned...

A surge of smart energy quietly rose from within, and he felt that his fingers and wrists had become much more flexible, and a strange memory was poured into his mind.

He seemed to have become a soldier carrying a gun, wearing tattered straw sandals, crossing the snowy mountains and walking through the grass, and experienced bloody and cruel battles one after another...

People around him fell down one by one, and faces that were either young or old joined in.

Facing an enemy who was armed to the teeth, he cherished every bullet and used the firearm in his hand to accurately and fiercely harvest the enemy's lives.

Just like that, ten years passed in a hurry.

He went from a young soldier who only knew how to charge recklessly, shoot, and slash with a knife, to a sharpshooter who terrified the enemy on the battlefield.

The bullets are flawless.

Chasing souls and taking lives...

Zhang Kun opened his eyes, and a wisp of vicissitudes of life passed through the depths of his eyes, which became clear again.

He let out a long breath and realized that the short gun placed on the table looked very kind to him, as if he was a brother of flesh and blood.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it, the gun jumped into his hand, turned on the safety, aimed and shot, all in one go, it only took 0.3 seconds.

"Quick, it's really too fast."

If I had such a fast shooting speed when I broke into the palace, it would probably be more difficult for Mr. Yin to hide.

Of course, at that time, my shooting speed and physical strength were not as powerful as they are now.

Just by improving his marksmanship, it is still difficult to threaten Grandmaster Yin Fu.

It can only be said that after reaching great perfection in marksmanship, even a master of Huajin will have to be more cautious when facing himself.

You cannot attack with all your energy.

If you really find the right opportunity, in the event of a sneak attack, you are still very likely to kill Grandmaster Huajin with just a gun.

Thinking of this, Zhang Kun burst into laughter.

Firearms are still a small thing after all.

The power of the instrument itself is not enough, and it is actually not a suitable way to use it to defeat the master of Huajin...

The most suitable scene should be Qing Xiaobing.

Fight targets that are not very skilled in martial arts, but are far away and protected by many people.

for example.

Officials, generals...

Zhang Kun laughed out loud and worked hard to improve again.

Simply improve your marksmanship to perfection in one go.

What he planned to do this time should not only not anger Nishimiya too much, but also show a strong enough deterrent to prevent the other party from messing around.

Then, it is important to keep things in perspective.

The most important thing is to leave no evidence.

Others clearly know that it was you who did it, but they can't tell you, so they can only suffer the consequences of being dumb.

Therefore, a short gun is not suitable.

His eyes fell on the rifle in the corner, and Zhang Kun silently ordered to improve his marksmanship.

Another four points of Dragon Qi were burning rapidly, and with only ten points left, Zhang Kun's eyes blurred slightly as countless memories poured in.

This time he is no longer the sharpshooter who attacks the enemy's formation, but a cold and poisonous snake.

Viper Soldier.

He shot each one and hid on the crooked branch of a tree at the top of the hillside, lying there quietly as if dead.

Snowflakes fell on me one by one. It was cold outside and cold inside.

Only the spear in his hand seemed to have blood flowing...

Behind him are countless hungry and homeless fellow villagers.

He wanted to snipe an enemy group on this mountain road.

This was an obviously impossible task, but he had to do it.

The hundreds or thousands of weak people behind them cannot withstand the evil devil's butcher knife...

Since they are evil spirits, we must send them all to hell.

Zhang Kun thought this way and did the same thing.

When the snowflakes blinded the eyes, the sky became darker and darker, and the enemy appeared.

Gunshots also rang out.

As the beautiful blood flowers splashed on the snow, the group of evil ghosts finally did not cross the mountain road.

One man and one shot held these people back for three days.

He didn't know how many officers and soldiers he shot and killed.

All he knew was that not even a cat or a dog could pass within a thousand meters in front of him.

If you want to get over this, just stay alive.

Time passed little by little, and the bullets around him gradually ran out, and his physical strength was exhausted. His vision was blurred and he couldn't see clearly whether the snow around him was white, black, or red...

When he could no longer hold on, he finally picked up his spear and climbed down from the tree.

Leaving slowly, like an old wolf that has exhausted its strength.

But no one was chasing him.

Until, another dark night comes.

Within a thousand meters from the top of the mountain, no one even came to take a second look.

No one tried to collect the dead soldiers.

…

"What kind of marksmanship is this?"

Zhang Kun's eyes were dim, and he seemed to be able to feel the cold wind and snow around him, and his eyes were filled with blood.

After a while, he was able to get out of that lonely and cold state of mind.

"It turns out that thermal weapons are not that simple. The heart is like a mirror and can control a distance of a thousand meters. With a gun in my hand, I have the world."

Even if you hold an old, broken rifle, it can still exert huge lethality.

Within range is hell.

He slowly reached out and picked up the rifle. The gun no longer had any secrets in his hand.

Although he didn't fire a gun, he could feel the wind speed, humidity, and temperature changes in front and behind him.

You can understand the arc that the bullet will draw after it comes out of the barrel, and you can even clearly judge the possible dodge actions of the opponent.

His eyes cannot see clearly, but his heart can see clearly.

At this point, the marksmanship has been perfected.

He looked at the column where the firearm was fired again and found that the promotion mark at the rear had completely disappeared.

Obviously, just like his sword skills, reaching the perfect state requires another condition to be activated.

Otherwise, the upper limit is already locked.

Zhang Kun could vaguely sense that the improvement of skills and wanting to get a glimpse of a higher level might be related to his own spiritual power.

Before his mental power reaches a very high level, it is impossible for his skills to make breakthrough progress at the level of an ordinary person.

"However, this level of shooting technology is actually enough."

Seeing that it was getting dark, he changed into black clothes and covered his head and face without disturbing anyone.

He jumped up, clicked twice on the wall, and disappeared into the alleyway like a puff of smoke.

…

Kangtai has been waiting at the Admiral's Mansion for a long time.

He stood in the corridor, resisting the mosquito bites, but did not dare to reach out and swat vigorously, for fear of disturbing the admiral and disrupting his elegance.
To be continued...