Douluo's Fate Modification System

Chapter 368 Stand Up, Don't Kneel!
"Of course not, but it would be a pity to just give up these channels."

Yang Wudi frowned.

"But there are only so many people in our Pozhi clan, and the medicines we can produce are limited. Your Highness, you won't lose sight of one for a little money, will you?"

Before Xia Ling could explain, Dugu Bo patted Yang Wudi on the shoulder first.

"Xiao Yang, this means that your thinking is outdated, isn't it? Production in small workshops is a thing of the past. What do we pay attention to now in Wuhundian? Mass production in large factories. As long as the raw materials can keep up, the production quantity is small The problem is, there are plenty of workers in Wuhundian."

"Big factories? Small workshops? What are they all about?"

Yang Wudi, who has not yet received education, was at a loss.

"After a while, you will understand after you go to Wuhun City for class. Don't worry now. Lao Yang, please give me a copy of the distributor information of your Pozhi clan, and I will send someone to talk to you at that time. Butt, you don’t have to worry about these, just study your medicine with peace of mind.”

".Fine."

In the afternoon of the same day, Yang Wudi found Xia Ling again.

"Your Highness, didn't you promise me before that you would teach me how to shoot? But I haven't heard that there is a titled Douluo who is good at using guns in the Spirit Hall?"

"Indeed not, I personally pointed out to you."

"you?"

Yang Wudi looked him up and down, and the suspicion in his eyes clearly showed his disbelief.

Very unbelievable.

"Although with your performance a year ago, you may indeed be able to draw with me, or even beat me. But your two martial arts are not guns, so how can you give me advice?"

What if it's not a gun?
Wuhun is not a gun, don't I still have a system?
Long ago, in the days when he had no soul power, he had practiced various martial arts.

Xia Ling smiled slightly, and instantly pulled out a seven-foot-long spear from the Qiankun Ring.

The tip of the gun is silvery white, and a silver dragon hovers over it.

"Good gun! Although the head of the gun is made of iron, it has an indomitable momentum. I don't know what the name of this gun is?"

"The name of the gun, Gendan. Let's go, let's go to the martial arts field."

Xia Ling took Yang Wudi to stand still in the martial arts arena.

"Old Yang, neither of you and I use soul power or soul skills, how about a pure competition of marksmanship?"

"it is good!"

Yang Wudi readily agreed and showed his soul-breaking gun.

"Chong!"

When the two sides stood still, Xia Ling attacked first.

His core muscles were mobilized, and the collapse was extremely fast, and the momentum was transformed into explosive energy transmission in an instant.

The tip of the gun rubbed against the air during its rapid movement, making a piercing beep.

Gun out like a dragon!

So fast!

Yang Wudi was startled and kicked his legs vigorously.

Exploding the power of the thigh muscles, attacking with one hand as the axis and the centrifugal force of the gun tip as the kinetic energy.

"boom!"

The two long spears collided in the air, and the burst of vigor broke all the plants growing around the martial arts arena.

At the moment of the previous contact, Yang Wudi felt that something was wrong.

Xia Ling's force-exerting skills were extremely good, even in a pure skill competition, he directly crushed himself.

After one move, Xia Ling said: "Lao Yang, you are not a marksman."

"What did you say?"

Yang Wudi frowned.

"You say I'm not good at marksmanship?"

"You are using the stick method, which has nothing to do with marksmanship."

"Come again!"

Yang Wudi felt that his cultivation achievements had been insulted, so he raised his gun and sprinted.

Just because he became Xia Ling's subordinate does not mean that he will fully accept everything Xia Ling said.

That's not a subordinate, that's a slave.

Xia Ling sighed lightly in his heart.

Be it Soul Douluo or Title Douluo.

As long as they are free from the help of the spirit ring, they will all be a bunch of half-baked guys who can only punch randomly.

The same goes for Yang Wudi, who claims to break through everything.

It's not their fault, it's the tragedy of the entire continent.

Since you are not convinced, then speak with the facts.

Xia Ling also stepped forward with a gun in hand, and responded in kind.

The two long spears struck and rubbed against each other quickly in the air, making the clang of shiny gold and iron.

Sparks burst out in the collision of gun heads.

"Lao Yang, watch out, this is the essence of marksmanship!"

After a few rounds, Xia Ling had completely seen through Yang Wudi's attack methods.

Tossing and turning is just such a few basic moves, and most of them use the centrifugal force of the spear tip to attack.

It looks like Beng Jin in the big gun, but it is actually more of a stick method.

Such means of attack cannot bring out the maximum effect of the spear.

He silently read the gun manual in his heart, and the silver dragon burst out in his hand.

A point of eyebrows and two stabs in the heart,

Three piercings of the navel and four teasing of the yin,
Knock your knees five times and kick your feet at six points,
Seven tie shoulders and neck left and right.

Xia Ling's feet were rooted and he stood extremely steadily, his right hand never leaving his waist.

A gentian silver gun in his hand is like a real silver dragon soaring into the sky.

Collapse, dial, press, cover, pick, tie.

During the change of moves, it was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder.

Zhao Zhaogong is the most uncomfortable place for Yang Wudi.

As the saying goes:
Bring the front hands together at the waist and turn, twist the back hands to drill forward,
Tie fast, draw fast, straight out straight in, step forward,
The body is like a bow, the gun is like an arrow, withdrawing back and forth without seeing each other.

After just ten rounds, Yang Wudi felt almost exhausted, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

After decades of practice, he has always been extremely confident in his marksmanship.

With this Soul Breaking Spear, he thought that even the Titled Douluo would avoid him three points.

Now in Xia Ling's hands, he felt aggrieved for the first time.

You can't use your strength, you can't use your strength.

Since the second round, he has been completely at a disadvantage.

The gentian in Xia Ling's hand, made of white wax rod and ordinary iron, is definitely not as good as his own soul-breaking gun in terms of material.

But relying on such a mortal spear, the opponent beat him to the point where he couldn't hold his head up at all.

Prick, poke, point, sweep, pick.

The marksmanship moves used by the opponent went straight to his vitals.

If it wasn't for him, Yang Wudi, relying on years of combat experience to dodge and move around and block horizontally, he would have already spattered blood on the spot.

In this way, within three rounds, he will definitely lose.

With Yang Wudi's arrogance, he does not allow himself to fail, let alone fail in the field he is most proud of.

At this moment, the situation in the field suddenly changed.

When Xia Ling withdrew and retreated, he seemed to have revealed a sideways flaw.

He actually tried to turn around and draw himself back with the tip of the gun!

As a combat veteran, Yang Wudi couldn't let go of this opportunity, and followed this opening to attack.

Just when he thought his victory was in sight, Xia Ling in front of him suddenly turned around.

With a twist of the waist, he borrowed strength from the ground.

The spear in his hand shot out like a silver dragon, without giving Yang Wudi any time to prepare.

Eyes meet heart.

Qi and strength combined.

step and move together.

Before Xia Ling could turn around completely, the attack arrived.

Yang Wudi only felt a flash of red and silver in front of his eyes, and the tip of Gendan's spear was already nailed straight to the tip of his Soul Breaking Spear.

In an instant, an aura strong enough to pierce the sky erupted, almost splitting the space.

Yang Wudi only felt that what he was facing was no longer a person who didn't have a martial soul, but a real blue dragon.

The panicked force was transmitted to his arm along the gun head, making him almost unable to hold the gun body.

Subconsciously, he even wanted to activate his martial soul avatar to resist.

However, it was too late by this time.

It takes time for Wuhun Avatar to activate.

This marksmanship did not give him this time.

In Yang Wudi's dumbfounded expression, the soul-breaking gun he was so proud of was shattered!
The soul-breaking gun was ignited by Xia Ling, and it turned into the most primitive soul power and disappeared into the air.

The silver gun head was unstoppable after the soul-breaking gun exploded, and stopped at Yang Wudi's throat.

At this time, Xia Ling had completely turned around, holding the tail of the spear with one hand.

The spear was straight and did not shake at all.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Yang Wudi's forehead, his lips parted and closed, he didn't know what to say.

"The solitary geese's spear technique is in the midst of the situation, within the stalk, and it is the same law. This is the green dragon's claws. When the front hand is released, the back hand is exhausted. An inch can grow and an inch is stronger. Lao Yang, we This move back to the carbine, do you understand?"

After saying that, Xia Ling let out all the strength in his hand, and the gentian silver gun, which was imitated by Zhao Yun's weapon in the game, shattered into pieces on the ground.

This gun was played a long time ago when Xia Linggang learned the spirit forging, and now it is broken here, it can be regarded as the end of life.

Both the ash rod and the iron mother are common materials, and it is absolutely a miracle that it can detonate Yang Wudi's soul-breaking gun.

"Hey, it's a pity to lose a good gun."

Pirated Gentian: If you don’t believe me, I almost stabbed a Contra to death.

Yang Wudi looked at his hands, then stared at the fragments of the spear on the ground in a daze.

At this time, a turbulent wave had already set off in his mind, and Xia Ling's last stance of returning the carbine had been playing on a loop.

After a long time, there was a very faint aura coming from Yang Wudi.

Xia Ling is very familiar with this momentum, and Zhu Zhuqing is also very familiar with it.

This is the wave of mind.

Zhu Zhuqing called it Blade Intent.

Sword Douluo called it Sword Intent.

Put it on Yang Wudi, that is spear intent.

It's just that this gun intent is still very weak, and it's just a prototype.

Don't talk about comparing with Sword Dou Luo.

Even compared with Zhu Zhuqing, they are nothing compared to the big witch.

Yang Wudi, who came back to his senses, cupped his hands and bowed deeply to Xia Ling.

"His Royal Highness, my gun is wrong, please teach me."

Xia Ling hurriedly helped Yang Wudi up.

"Old Yang, there is no need to be like this. After I teach you marksmanship and you practice hard, it is only a matter of time before you surpass me in a few years."

"His Highness's marksmanship is so superb, how can I surpass it in a few years?"

"Old Yang, as the saying goes, the moon stick, the sword of the year, and the gun for a lifetime. The marksmanship I practiced seems to be powerful, not because I have a deep understanding of guns, but because I am on the right path. Former Yahui. As you know, my martial soul is not a spear, practicing marksmanship is just a hobby, and today's practice is very rough."

Yang Wudi's eyes widened in shock, his face full of disbelief.

"Your Highness has such a wonderful marksmanship, yet he still claims to be very rough? Don't lie to me!"

Xia Ling smiled, and gently tapped Yang Wudi's forehead with his right index finger.

A large number of gun scores and formulas were instantly sent to his mind.

"Since you don't believe me, then practice and try it yourself. I have already entrusted you with the marksmanship. Once your 24-style marksmanship is mastered, killing Titled Douluo is as easy as picking something out of a pocket."

Feeling the large amount of information coming from his mind, Yang Wudi's eyes widened.

This kind of marksmanship, if combined with soul power, is almost like 24 strokes of self-created soul skills!
Such a precious marksmanship, His Royal Highness Son actually gave it at will!

In the next second, Yang Wudi suddenly knelt down on one knee and saluted.

"His Royal Highness Son's great kindness, Yang Wudi will never forget it. From now on, I am willing to do my best for His Highness!"

"All right, whatever you want, get up quickly, I'm not in the mood to kneel!"

"Get up! Don't kneel!"

Xia Ling pulled Yang Wudi up with a dark face.

What the hell, why do people from Douluo Dalu always kneel when they disagree with each other!

It's unacceptable!
　Faculty through the ages

　　
　
(End of this chapter)