Xiao Zuiji’s physical body was already very strong, but still couldn’t withstand the AK47’s recoil, so all the bullets went around the target.
This was definitely a human outline master.
Jun Changxiao took the gun, aimed at the rock wall ahead, and said, “The gun should be fired like this.”
Tat tat tat!
Three taps in quick succession. Although there was recoil, he controlled it very steadily.
Although he hadn’t had the chance to play with an AK47 rifle in reality, having played many games, he naturally knew this gun’s first three shots were easiest to control, and the later ones became increasingly harder.
Of course.
This was for medium to long-range tap shooting.
When very close to the target, just open fire and spray wildly.
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao fired a few more shots, controlling the gun damn steadily, then murmured, “If it were a fully equipped M4 with 15x scope spraying at cars, I could do it too.”
“Sect Leader.”
After resting briefly, Xiao Zuiji said, “Let me try.”
Jun Changxiao took out another AK47 from his spatial ring and tossed it over, “This gun is yours from now on.”
Xiao Zuiji loaded bullets and, following the Sect Leader’s demonstration, pulled the trigger. Sure enough, he easily controlled the recoil, with bullets accurately hitting the point he’d locked onto.
Jun Changxiao said, “Go adapt to the firing rhythm. You’ll master it quickly and have no problem emptying a full magazine of bullets.”
“Mm.”
Xiao Zuiji didn’t even eat his skewers anymore and began frequently practicing in the wilderness.
Sure enough, after firing several magazines of bullets, he perfectly mastered the AK47’s recoil. Firing all forty bullets in ten-plus seconds was no problem.
But the 40 bullets might not all hit the same spot—there was still slight drift. Otherwise it would definitely be a no-recoil hack!
Xiao Zuiji tried another magazine of bullets and smiled, “Sect Leader, although this gun’s power can’t compare to the Type 88 or AWM, it fires bullets damn fast and can completely achieve suppressive fire.”
Jun Changxiao said, “That’s because there’s no Gatling gun. Otherwise you’d know what true suppressive fire is.”
“Qingyang.”
He called, “You come try too.”
“Okay.”
Li Qingyang set down his skewers, then took the AK47.
He imitated Xiao Zuiji’s method and pulled the trigger. After a round of rat-tat-tatting, although he didn’t hit the target, at least it looked somewhat proper.
When free in the sect, he and Su Xiaomo and others had all played with the Type 88 sniper rifle. Although not very accurate, at least they had some experience.
Jun Changxiao said, “This gun is yours from now on. Practice slowly and try to learn as quickly as possible.”
“Yes!”
Li Qingyang received the order and began carefully asking Junior Martial Brother Xiao questions about shooting, with the appearance of a humble student.
Coming to the boulder where Lu Qianqian was, taking out the AK47, Jun Changxiao said, “Want it?”
An ice-cold beauty in white robes like a fairy with ancient elegance, holding an AK47 and spraying wildly—just thinking about that image was a bit exciting.
Unfortunately.
Lu Qianqian said, “Sect Leader, I prefer using a sword to solve all problems.”
Although she refused, her tone didn’t have the usual consistent coldness, but instead mixed in a trace of human warmth.
Lu Qianqian had always been changing, just because she was normally taciturn, it was hard to see.
Of course.
To completely melt an iceberg required not only difficulty but also sufficient temperature.
“Xingchen.”
Jun Changxiao looked toward Ye Xingchen standing proudly and aloof in the distance, “Do you want it?”
“Sect Leader.”
Ye Xingchen said, “I prefer using fists to solve all troubles.”
Damn.
This guy was really showing off!
If Su Xiaomo and Li Fei weren’t here, the two would have already actively asked for them, even fighting each other, ending up bloody.
Ye Xingchen also knew this strange fire weapon had formidable power, but preferred using fists or normal weapons to defeat enemies.
Jun Changxiao said, “This Seat has a fist technique here. Do you want it?”
“Don’t…”
Ye Xingchen paused, hurriedly changing his words, “Want!”
Night Emperor.
Where’s your aloofness? Your bearing?
Jun Changxiao tossed Mountain Collapse Earth Splitting Fist to him, and also distributed it to Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji.
Only didn’t give to Lu Qianqian and Zhou Hong.
Because this kind of fierce palm technique definitely wasn’t suitable for girls to cultivate.
Zhou Hong was a sword cultivator, naturally wouldn’t cultivate fist techniques.
Honestly.
As Tiegu Sect’s eldest disciple, Lu MM had only obtained ice-element martial techniques and an ice-element bracelet in martial dao resources.
The recently refreshed martial techniques—Seven Profound Radiant Light Breaker could be cultivated, but Blazing Crimson Flame Slash was only suitable for male martial cultivators.
Jun Changxiao felt a bit guilty.
Although Lu Qianqian’s person was cold, after over a year of interaction, he could see that she was merely cold on the outside but not in the heart.
Moreover.
When he transmigrated to Xingyun Continent, at his most helpless and miserable, she was the first to join the sect.
Many readers only saw Lu Qianqian’s coldness, but couldn’t see that without her appearance, how could Sect Leader Jun have obtained 1 contribution point, opened the Shop, purchased the gift package, and from there gained the capital to establish himself?
Without her, there would be others?
This was just a hypothetical. The fact was Lu Qianqian was the first to join—this point couldn’t be changed or denied.
If she hadn’t joined, there would be others joining.
But at that time, the Hundred Sects Recruitment would have already ended. He wouldn’t have encountered the injured Li Qingyang, wouldn’t have recruited so many disciples, and wouldn’t have obtained his first pot of gold in life.
Jun Changxiao often thought that if Lu Qianqian hadn’t appeared in time, he definitely would have had difficulty developing Tiegu Sect to its current degree.
So, regardless of whether this woman’s personality was cold or her words sharp, it didn’t affect her position in his heart.
My eldest disciple.
I’m biased—is there a problem?
“Qianqian.”
Jun Changxiao sat on the boulder, “This Seat has a medium-grade Cold Gleam Sword here. It just happens to have ice-element attributes suitable for your use.”
“Of course.”
He also used a domineering CEO tone, “This Seat commands—you must obey.”
Lu Qianqian, who had wanted to refuse, could only accept the Cold Gleam Sword.
Just then, Jun Changxiao unintentionally saw the ice bracelet she wore on her wrist and casually said, “You’re still wearing the bracelet?”
Lu Qianqian’s bright eyes flashed with something unusual. She hurriedly covered the bracelet with her sleeve, lightly jumped down from the boulder, and walked toward an unpopulated area ahead, as if intentionally maintaining a certain distance from the Sect Leader.
“When will she open her heart wrapped in ice?”
Jun Changxiao shook his head, took out Mountain Collapse Earth Splitting Fist, and was about to begin carefully comprehending it.
“Ding!”
The Forge Pavilion transmitted a notification sound—the Cloud Stepping Boots were crafted.
…
While Jun Changxiao was interacting with Lu Qianqian, Ye Xingchen had already generally flipped through the fist manual once, secretly exclaiming, “If this fist technique is comprehended to the extreme, it probably won’t be weaker than Sacred-grade initial-tier martial techniques!”
As expected.
The Sect Leader was increasingly well-stocked!
Mountain Collapse Earth Splitting Fist inherited the System Shop’s consistent advantage—simple to learn but difficult to master. With Ye Xingchen’s aptitude, after comprehending for a short period, he initially grasped it.
Preparing to test its power, he inadvertently looked toward the Sect Leader, his expression immediately becoming dazed.
What did he see?
He saw Jun Changxiao squatting on a boulder, then lifting his foot to take off his boots.
In a public place, taking off boots and socks.
As a sect leader, what kind of quality was this!