Douluo: I am titled with eighteen rings, and I can slaughter gods with a gun!

"Innate full of soul power, good, good, good. Great!"

"Hahaha, innately full of soul power, in the future, a powerful Titled Douluo will definitely be born in our Po Zhi clan!"

In the lobby, many clan elders laughed heartily, including Yang Wudi, who was full of longing.

"Grandpa, I will definitely lead the Po clan to prosperity, and I will also make Haotianzong and Wuhundian pay the price!"

Yang Qi'an clenched his fists, a faint glow flickered away, no one noticed anything unusual.

The awakening of the martial soul within the Pozhi clan is not known to outsiders. Yang Qi'an's martial soul has mutated and is named the Dragon Pattern Soul Breaking Spear, and he claims to have an eighth-level innate soul power.

And Yang Qi'an never told anyone that he himself is also a martial soul!

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, it is six years!

In six years, the base of the Pozhi Clan has doubled in size, its business network has tripled, and more and more properties are under its name.

However, the members of the Broken Clan are increasingly struggling.

boom! !

A deafening roar sounded in the backyard of the Pozhi Clan.

The house shook, the door was pushed open, and two niggers ran out of the room.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The two coughed violently, and black smoke came out of their mouths.

"What's going on? You two, do you want to demolish the house?"

Yang Wudi came over hearing the sound, looked at the two people who looked like charred charcoal, and frowned and reprimanded them.

Yang Qi'an waved his hand to disperse the black mist that he spit out, then smiled, showing his white teeth: "Grandpa, we succeeded!"

"What succeeded? Successfully blew up the house?"

Yang Wudi said angrily, if it wasn't for the fact that one of these two people was his own grandson and the other was Old Tai Tan's own grandson, he would have to clean up the two of them.

"Grandpa Yang, the high-explosive gunpowder researched by Qi'an and I succeeded."

On the other side, deep in the dark hands of the burly Tai Long, there lay two ping-pong ball-sized iron pellets made of refined iron.

"Good boy, did you two really make it?"

Before Yang Wudi could react, the two iron pills in Tai Long's hand were taken away by a big hand.

"Grandpa, you can try it yourself, this iron is [-]-wrought refined iron, and there is half a tael of high-explosive gunpowder in it.

The power of the explosion and the flying fine iron fragments can threaten the life of the defensive soul master! "

As Tai Long said, he also pointed to the black-smoky room that was blown up by two people: "Grandpa, you can go inside and have a look."

"No need, I can try it myself."

After Tai Tan finished speaking, he directly held an iron pellet, injected it with soul power, and placed it between his hands.

boom!

After a muffled sound, Tai Tan opened his hands, the palms were pitch black, and the most important thing was that there were several tiny bloodstains.

"Well~ just the power of the flying fragments can threaten the soul master, if it is blown up close, the soul master will also be injured.

You said, there is only half a tael of gunpowder in it? "

"Of course!" Tai Long grinned, half of the credit for this.

"With this kind of high-explosive gunpowder... we can start to create a sniper rifle that threatens the soul saint!"

Tai Tan was a little excited, but the corners of Yang Wudi's mouth twitched: "The clan doesn't have much savings, old Tai Tan, save me some money!"

Five years ago, Yang Qi'an suddenly fiddled with gunpowder, and then went to Tiandou to borrow Tai Long, the two of them struggled for half a year, and made a musket.

Afterwards, the Hot Weapons Revolution unfolded in the Broken Clan, and the entire Lizhi Clan was moved to Broken Soul City by the Titans.

The muskets have also been rapidly updated, and even the rocket launcher has been developed.

But many hot weapons are still not suitable for single-body combat, and ordinary gunpowder cannot be used to refine equipment.

Therefore, high-explosive gunpowder (TNT) was put on the research agenda!

But it is also a large amount of research consumption, resulting in more and more industries in the Broken Clan, but less and less savings in the Clan.

"It's a pity, this thing can't be sold yet, otherwise, a single business can make a lot of money."

Tai Tan shook his head regretfully. These are weapons of war. After all, the weapons are there. Ordinary people can threaten powerful soul masters with them. Is this okay?

Once these weapons are leaked, the Broken Clan and the Power Clan will be pushed to the forefront!

"Next, I will leave it to the two grandpas to worry about. We will only use these things for self-protection for the time being."

Yang Qi'an threw the burden out again, while Yang Wudi's expression changed: "Are you going out?"

"The high-explosive gunpowder has been researched, and it's time for me to go to the mainland."

Yang Qi'an has long wanted to go out to practice, but Yang Wudi has always refused. Now that Yang Qi'an is 12 years old and his soul power has reached level [-], he can no longer stop him.

"You don't want to go out to visit the flower building, do you? I won't let you visit the flower building at home, and use the guise of experience to visit the flower building?"

Yang Wudi spoke abruptly, and he didn't know how Yang Qi'an was so good at such a young age.

Why Yang Ke took him to visit the Flower House, obviously he was going there by himself.

After discovering this, Yang Wudi stared at him all day long, he didn't want Yang Qi'an to be ruined in the gentle village.

"How is it possible? Grandpa, you don't believe me too much, do you?

I haven't been to Hualou to watch the dance for ten days, and I don't know if Meier misses me. "

"Ten days? Did you sneak out again?"

Yang Wudi's eyes widened: "I'll beat you to death, brat, you don't want noble daughters pestering you, you have to go to Hualou, don't you?"

Seeing that the situation is not good, Yang Qi'an hurriedly ran away, and at the same time, he did not forget to shout: "Grandpa Tai Tan, help me prepare some self-defense guys, I will leave in three days!"

"Hahaha, don't worry, Young Boy, Grandpa won't let you down!"

Tai Tan laughed heartily, and dragged Tai Long straight to the engineer factory.

Chapter 3 Rose Red, Rose Flame

Yang Qi'an washed up and left the house, walking on the street, he was still struggling: "Should I go to Sunset Forest first, or should I go to Fasno Province to steal a house first?

If you find the right leg bone of the Blue Silver Emperor first, then go to the Sunset Forest to save your life... Yes, that's the way to do it! "

Having made up his mind, Yang Qi'an put on a simple smile on his face.

Peony House, here we come.

Along with Yang Qi'an, a young sister in beautiful and thin clothes immediately hugged her: "Master Qi'an, you are finally here, sister Mei'er has thanked you for all the flowers you have been waiting for~"

"Oh? Mei'er misses me, but sister doesn't miss me?"

"Of course my family also misses Master Qi'an, but Master Qi'an... ah!"

The girl let out an exclamation, and then fell softly into Yang Qi'an's arms.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and my sister has grown a lot of meat. Looking at these few days, I haven't missed my brother~"

Yang Qi'an let go of her delicate body in her arms, and stepped forward gracefully.

Without him needing to speak, a girl yelled, "Master Qi'an is here, hurry up and get Sister Mei'er ready."

Soon, a girl dressed in a rose red veil, with affectionate eyes, and as soft as jade welcomed Yang Qi'an into the flower room.

After dancing, Mei'er wiped off the mist on her forehead slowly, took off her veil, revealing a face full of pure desires, and then naturally sat in Yang Qi'an's arms.

Being delicate and soft in her arms, Yang Qi'an groped for a while: "Meier has lost weight."

"The young master won't come for a few days, so Mei'er will naturally lose weight."

Mei'er put her jade hand lightly on Yang Qi'an's shoulder: "Master Qi'an is here this time, do you still want to persuade Mei'er to be good?"

"I'm going out to practice, and I'll see you again." Yang Qi'an tugged on La Mei'er's sleeves, revealing her slippery old shoulders. She was fair and translucent, exuding a seductive fragrance.

The light veil on the shoulders fell off, Mei'er didn't notice it at all, she just looked at Yang Qi'an quietly: "Master Qi'an is leaving, when will he return?"

"I don't know, one and a half years, two years in three years."

"After the young master leaves, what will Mei'er do?" Mei'er stared at Yang Qi'an for a long time with her watery eyes open, and then slowly said, "Before leaving, let Mei'er serve the young master once."

"You forgot, I'm here to persuade you to be good." Yang Qi'an said.

"Don't you have another hobby?"

"La Liang's girl to bed?"

"At least, before today, Mei'er can still be regarded as a good family!"

Three poles in the sun.

Yang Qi'an was walking on the street humming a little tune when someone grabbed his ears suddenly.

"Grandpa, grandpa?"

"Stinky boy, last night was very comfortable, huh?" Yang Wudi gritted his teeth, when he found Yang Qi'an yesterday, this kid was humming and humming.

If he didn't want to embarrass the kid, he would have shattered the window with a single slap.

"Hey, grandpa, how did you find it?" Yang Qi'an was completely cowardly this time, because he used to watch dances and did good deeds, persuading the errant girl to be good.

But this time, he was dragged into bed by a good family without persuasion.

"Take you to get the third ring!"

Yang Wudi let go of Yang Qi'an's ears, and said angrily.

"The third ring? Uh...no need."

Yang Qi'an shook his head, then coughed twice: "Last night, by chance, I got a special soul ring..."

In the small courtyard, the grandparents stared at each other with big eyes.

"So, your third ring was given to you by that woman named Meier?"

"Ah."