Under the might of the era Qin Tian displayed, the assassins were quickly wiped out.
"Your homemade concealed weapon is powerful!" Qi Zhengyan asked, "Would you trade it?!"
He was not particularly strong within the team and needed these unorthodox tools to keep himself alive.
"Sure!" Qin Tian tucked the handgun back into his waistband and answered casually.
Ultimately, this thing was just a little toy he had used to pass the time during his travels.
He did not care. Given enough resources and time, he could even build the Kunpeng by hand. What was a mere handgun?
"I want one too! Me too!" Meng Qi hurriedly said, his big eyes filled with longing.
Who would use a blade when they had a gun!
Blade techniques? Even dogs wouldn't practice those!
From now on, there would be no more Thunder Blade Mad Monk.
There would only be the Thunder Gun Mad Monk!
"Huh, why am I coming up with such a lame title?" Meng Qi muttered instinctively.
Having only recently transmigrated, Meng Qi still overestimated the handgun's power and underestimated the strength of this world.
He still instinctively assumed this was a world where a single bullet could drop anyone, no matter how good their martial arts.
Little did he know that in this top-tier world, never mind a little handgun-even a Planet-Destroying Cannon would be a lightweight.
After disposing of this small group of enemies, their journey went smoothly. Two days and two nights later, they successfully reached Shaolin Temple and reunited with Jiang Zhiwei's team.
After explaining their purpose, the group successfully met Master Xinji, this world's abbot of Shaolin Temple.
They handed Master Xinjimie the list of traitors supplied by the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
The next instant, candle flames leaped up and interwove