I'm Going to Repair the Gun Next Time, but the Laser Company Will Target the Big Nozzle.

On the top of Lingwu Mountain, there was a sect competition. The elders on the stage stood stroking their beards, and the disciples below the stage had sword shadows and spiritual energy surging, creating a grand scene for the Immortal Sect. There was only one person, standing in the corner out of place. There are no flying swords, no talismans, and no magical weapons filled with spiritual light. There was only a long-barreled firearm with silver-white body and cold lines, which he carried steadily on his shoulder. The body of the gun was glowing with light blue light. The barrel was as thick as a child's arm. The nozzle-shaped energy concentrator at the front hummed slightly, and high-energy rays were faintly gathering momentum in it. Others looked sideways and laughed. "Gun Cultivator? In what era are you still practicing this kind of heresy?" "You have no aura, no swordsmanship, and no supernatural powers. You rely on an iron pipe to beat people. How can you be called a monk?" "Look at his fire stick. It's long and thick. It doesn't even have a gun blade. I'm afraid he's not a good guy." Lin Yan turned a deaf ear and gently stroked the gun body with his fingertips. The next second, his eyes narrowed and he pulled the trigger. Buzz—! A blazing white laser suddenly burst out, like a sword from the sky, shooting straight into the center of the ring! What followed was a series of sniper fires. The laser beams were as dense as rain, and a large-scale high-energy scattering erupted from the nozzle, covering the entire field instantly. Boom——! ! The stone slabs of the arena exploded, and the spiritual energy barrier shattered inch by inch. The whole place was dead silent. Ye Binling carried the gun and said calmly: "Sorry. I'll repair the gun next. However, the laser can snipe the nozzle. "