The Young Emperor couldn't calm down anymore and jumped around like a monkey on a vaulting horse: "Sir, it's my first time to learn to shoot. If I can release bullets, it will be good. Master, is this really your first time to shoot?"
Murong Xitian touched his nose: "It's true. I thought it would be difficult, but compared with hidden weapons, this is really easy." After saying this, he suddenly flicked his wrist.
Then there were a few small sounds: "Swish, swish, swish..."
When the sound disappeared, there were five more flying knives in the center of the gun target where he had hit the red heart. Each knife was very delicate, as long as the middle finger and as thick as the thumb. The blade shone with an eerie cold light. You could tell at a glance that it was sharpened.
A magical weapon as iron as iron.
"Master, is your surname really Murong? Master, why do I think that your surname is Li, and you are a descendant of Li Xunhuan?" The young emperor was amazed and hurriedly ran over, took off the knife and played with it.
The weight was heavier than he expected, and the sharpness was a hundred times stronger than a Swiss Army knife.
"Li Xunhuan? I don't know him." Murong Xitian curled his lips, "This is the most basic hidden weapon technique, and everyone in the world can't do it. In terms of power, the Tang Sect's hidden weapon is the most powerful, but it has been lost. Nowadays
The Xin family is the best at concealed weapon skills, and Xin Jiefeng is the best among them, no one can match them."
Xia Ziluo blinked: "You have tricked such powerful people, but you are the most powerful."
The corners of the young emperor's mouth twitched. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have complained disdainfully - look, there are cows flying in the sky.
"Master, please teach me this craft." The young emperor came over with five throwing knives, like a child begging for candy.
Murong Xitian waved his hand and patted his shoulder: "Sure. But I can't teach you for free, I have to charge tuition."
"How many, how much?" The young emperor suddenly cried and his face was whiter than the wall.
"It's not much. I will get 10% more of the Empress's arms. You have four and I have six." Murong Xi was more of a profiteer than a profiteer when he deceived people.
F*ck, this man really eats people without spitting out their bones.
"Sure." The young emperor gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and agreed.
Murong Xitian smiled, turned around and continued to practice his spear. The young emperor studied the knife, but flying out was not the same thing. It looked like a child playing house. There were several times when he flew without eyes.
The knife fell on him, and he was tortured like a human punching bag.
Not to be outdone, Xia Ziluo tried to fire a shot.
There was a gunshot, and the bullet grazed the young emperor's scalp.
The Young Emperor was so frightened that his pants almost fell off, and his face turned green: "Sister, you are not doing target practice. You are clearly thinking that I am a big target and easy to bully!"
"Puch -" Xia Ziluo burst out laughing, holding his stomach, "You won't hide away! It's normal for people to miss when they practice shooting for the first time. If everyone were like my Xi Tian, everyone would become a sperm."
The Young Emperor can't say it, but he can avoid it.
He asked his bodyguard to carry the sofa and hid in the farthest corner. Sitting down, the young emperor took the cocktail handed by the bodyguard with lingering fear, preparing to calm down his shock.
With a "swish" sound, the cocktail flew up and splashed all over the Young Emperor's face.
And where was the wine glass in his hand? There was only an incomplete bottom of the wine glass, and the body of the glass had been broken into several pieces. He fell to the ground and lay dead.
"Princess, I call you grandma!" The young emperor really wanted to cry.
He wiped the wine off his face and looked at Xia Ziluo sadly with his charming peach blossom eyes: "If you hide anymore, I will fly to the ceiling."
