Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Zheng Qian didn't want to reveal his identity; he wouldn't feel at ease as long as Hua Feng was alive.

To better understand "The Jade Snow Spear," Zheng Qian continued.

"I have experienced all fifteen styles of spear techniques and spear formations of the Jade Spear Sect, but I have never seen the last three spear techniques of the Jade Snow Spear. I wonder how many of the last three spear techniques Vice Sect Master Hua has mastered?"

Respecting one's opponent is a virtue, and Zheng Qian would not insult his opponent after winning.

"No matter how many shots you learn, you're trash in front of the Black-Clad Killer."

"Black-clad killing god, kill him, slap him in the face like killing a dog."

"If you can't beat someone, you take medicine. What a loser."

"A few shots are useless, Black-Clad Killer, take him down."

The Cao family gang didn't have such high moral standards. They had so many brothers killed by the Biqiangmen, and they wished they could eat their flesh and drink their blood.

At this moment, they were shouting and yelling around Hua Yixuan, but dared not launch an attack easily, for fear of being killed instantly by a single shot.

Many of their brothers were killed instantly by a single shot; the bloody examples are profound.

Hua Yixuan took out another pill from his pocket, crushed it, gritted his teeth, and applied it to the wound. The bleeding was quickly stopped.

"My Hua family's 'Jade Snow Spear' was once the strongest spear technique in Wuyan Kingdom, and it still is. To kill you, sixteen spear techniques would be enough."

Despite his serious injuries, Hua Yixuan remained confident that he could turn the tide.

You can train new subordinates, but once you lose your life, it's truly over.

He was already injured and couldn't outrun the fat man in black; the only way to survive was to kill him.

As for the Cao family gang, no matter how many there are, it's useless. Cao Zhenxiong is injured, and the rest of them are just chickens and dogs; they can't stop him.

So he took medicine to stabilize his injuries and used medicine to stop the bleeding, preparing to unleash his strongest marksmanship to date.

Externally train muscles, bones, and skin; internally train breath control.

Hua Yixuan adjusted his breathing, secretly gathering his energy, preparing to unleash his strongest attack.

Zheng Qian gripped the short sword tightly with both hands. The sword, forged from deep-sea refined iron, was extremely resilient and could withstand the silver spear made of black iron.

At the same time, he adjusted his breathing and waited for Hua Yixuan to fire his gun.

The sun was blazing down on everyone, making their mouths dry and causing them to swallow hard.

In a battle between masters, victory or defeat can be decided in an instant. At this moment, both of them are secretly gathering their energy, preparing to launch a powerful attack.

The wind blew up the strip of cloth hanging from Hua Yixuan's chest. It was a strip of cloth that his deputy hadn't had time to tie when bandaging him. Now it hit his face, and he adjusted himself to his peak condition.

Boom, boom, boom...

Hua Yixuan charged forward with his gun, leaving a deep crater in the ground with each step. When he was still five meters away from Zheng Qian, he fired his gun.

"The Sixteen Styles of Jade Snow Spear Technique, Startling Snow."

The silver spear spun rapidly, emitting a sharp whistling sound. The silver spear, forged from black iron, seemed to soften, causing the spear tip to resonate with the changes in the spear body.

Whoosh whoosh.

Three spear blossoms bloomed before Zheng Qian's eyes, making it impossible for him to see the spear tip. The shrill sound stimulated his eardrums, and he could not hear the exact location of the spear tip.

The essence of the Snowstorm lies in its shrill whistling sound that stimulates the enemy's hearing, making them tremble with fear, and its dazzling spear flashes that confuse the enemy's vision, leaving them unable to find a way to defend themselves. By influencing the enemy's hearing and vision, it achieves the goal of killing them.

Those hit by gunfire are left with torn flesh and disfigured beyond recognition; they are either dead or seriously injured.

When you can fire five spear flowers, you can start practicing the seventeenth shot. Even in the later stages of Bone Mirror training, Hua Yixuan could only fire three spear flowers.

Zheng Qian showed no fear in the face of Hua Yixuan's Jingxue, and his short sword also left afterimages as he swung it.

ding ding ding...

Sparks erupted between the two, blinding everyone and obscuring how their weapons clashed.

呲.

Suddenly, the sound of a weapon piercing flesh rang out, and the two men stood with their backs to each other.

"Who's winning?"

"Nonsense, of course it's the Black-Clad God of Death."

"Did you see clearly?"

"No."

"You have nothing to say."

The members of the Cao family gang communicated, and although they didn't hear the sound of weapons piercing flesh, they knew that the two must have decided a winner.

"I'm not convinced."

Hua Yixuan spoke very softly, his pupils slowly dilating.

"What's the use of arguing? Your gun is so slow, if you don't die, who will?"

As soon as Zheng Qian finished speaking, Hua Yixuan collapsed to the ground.

It was only at this point that he began to bleed from his heart.

Zheng Qian's sword was so fast that the wound didn't reopen for two seconds.

"Holy crap, the Black-Clad Assassin really won."

"Nonsense, he hasn't been injured at all from the beginning until now, a complete victory."

"The early stage of the Bone Refining Mirror is better than the late stage, it's two realms higher, that's amazing."

With the help of the two men, Cao Zhenxiong walked up to Zheng Qian and said sincerely.

"Brother, you'll be a friend of the Cao family gang from now on. May I ask your name?"

"Chief Cao, a name is just a code. I will definitely visit you in Lu Ningxia for a drink sometime in the future."

"Haha, what a name! It's just a code. Brother, you're a really carefree person. You're welcome to come to Lu Ning County for a drink anytime. I, Cao Zhenxiong, will remember your life-saving kindness. If you ever need my help in the future, I'll go through fire and water for you."

"It's a word."

Grandpa Wang and the others also returned to the battlefield, where they witnessed the entire process of Zheng Qian killing Hua Yixuan.

After their conversation, Jiang Siting realized that the fat man in black was not a master hired by Old Master Wang. Perhaps he had come because he admired her, but she had no recollection of this fat man.

He is similar in height to someone else, but his build and voice are completely different.

The group also came over to thank Zheng Qian, who lowered his voice and gave perfunctory polite words.

Wang Shiping winked at Zheng Qian and mouthed, "Watch my performance."

"sister."

Jiang Siting stared at Wang Shiping in astonishment, unable to understand why he would suddenly call her "sister."

The sun rises from the west?

Receiving no response, Wang Shiping flashed a bright smile, revealing eight teeth.

popping.

Start working on both sides to give yourself two big pockets.

"I was wrong before. I was arrogant and always bullied my sister. I hope my sister can forgive me. From now on, I will definitely be a good younger brother and protect my sister from being bullied by anyone."

Wang Shiping spoke sincerely, and Jiang Siting felt conflicted, unsure how to respond.

"Brother, you..."

Wang Shi'an didn't know why his brother had suddenly changed; he felt so humiliated.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Apologize to your sister."

Wang Shi'an didn't move, so Wang Shiping slapped him on the head.

"Didn't you hear me telling you to apologize?"

"Still stubborn, huh?"

He kicked Wang Shi'an in the butt, grabbed his ear, forced his eyes to look at the fat man in black's short sword, and shouted.

"What we did before was wrong. If you don't apologize, we'll cut off your ear and use it to make wine for the Black-Clad Assassin. Do you hear me?"

Wang Shi'an felt a chill run down his spine. At seventeen, he knew perfectly well that what they were doing was wrong, but the feeling of bullying others was so exhilarating that he chose to indulge in it to the end.

Seeing the black-clad assassin raise his short sword, he was frightened. Between face and ears, he chose ears.

"Sister, I'm sorry."

Wang Shiping was dissatisfied and roared.

"Didn't you eat? Speak louder."

Wang Shi'an cried in grievance. He was truly afraid of the black-clad assassin. He had seen too many corpses today and was terrified. He roared with all his might.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I hope you can forgive me."

Jiang Siting's body trembled slightly as she fought back tears.

It wasn't that she wasn't strong; it was that she longed for a family so much that she endured the two brothers' misbehavior.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, but had a thousand words to say yet didn't know how to begin.

Although she had always wanted a home, she found it hard to accept at this moment, and said softly.

"It's all in the past. From now on, I'll learn to respect others."

If you spit phlegm on the ground, you can't suck it back up.