Zhao Lifan bent down to pick up the sweater thrown on the ground, but didn't notice Hong Tianlai's eyes.

"I thought you didn't know they were here to blackmail you, but you always looked dazed. ”

Hearing Zhao Lifan say this, Hong Tianlai smiled and said:

"What are you going to do if you make me an old man? Xiao Zhao, I have to thank you for today's events. ”

"It's okay, who is with the two of us!"

Zhao Lifan said while knitting the sweater, within a few minutes, the neckline was locked, Zhao Lifan stuffed the knitted sweater to Hong Tianlai, and went to the library to read by himself.

Hong Tian came to Zhao Lifan's back, his eyes flashed with essence, and he commanded himself:

"I didn't expect to underestimate this kid, he has reached the middle stage of Ming Jin, and his internal strength is so strong, and his understanding of Yi is also a beginner's path, although he has the help of the general's essence and blood, but this kid is also a genius. ”

Zhao Lifan was also puzzled on the way to the library, he always felt that there was a trace of fear in the eyes of the big man looking at Hong Tianlai, could it be that his perception was wrong?

After this incident, no one in Zhao Lifan's prison area ever troubled them again, and even some people looked at Zhao Lifan with awe in their eyes.

This morning, due to the fact that he did more work the day before, Zhao Lifan finished the cleaning work of the playground early, and then began to stand on the pile, these days Zhao Lifan is to complete the labor task at the fastest speed, and then use all the world's exercises, Xingyi boxing standing pile, routine practice and playing practice did not fall at all.

Looking at Zhao Lifan standing on the playground, the prison guards on the watchtower scoffed at him, he was an armed policeman, after strict training, he has always classified traditional martial arts and special functions into a category, which are all deceptive things, I feel that Zhao Lifan is so young, it is rare to have such good endurance, and it is a pity to be obsessed with these.

"But there's a sense of detachment to this kid standing there. The prison guard said lightly.

This time, because of the abundant time, Zhao Lifan stood on the pile for an hour, and these days his understanding of the sense of selflessness in his dream is increasing day by day, and the effect of standing on the pile and routine exercises is becoming more and more obvious.

Originally, since the rapid accumulation of internal strength after being injected with medicine, his perception of Yi is not enough, and he can't call all his internal strength at all, but now he can use his arm and finger, which shows that Zhao Lifan's understanding of Yi has reached a certain level, and the effect of the selfless state is much better than before.

Feeling the strong internal strength in his body, Zhao Lifan not only remembered the canine-like giant beast in the sea of knowledge, but he didn't know what Song Feng injected himself at that time, it should be different from the medicine he injected himself, otherwise Song Feng would have been taken away by the giant beast a long time ago, and Song Feng should not have a purple ball of light in the sea of knowledge.

But then again, maybe Song Feng has already been taken away by that kind of giant beast, how many people are like Song Feng, what is their purpose, alien invasion? It's a pity that there is no Internet access in the prison, otherwise he can check the information of the giant beast.

Thinking about this, Zhao Lifan was not only a little irritable in his heart, but slowly thought of his unjust imprisonment and the death of his mother. He originally wanted to play a Xingyi boxing routine, so he just forgot it. hooked the broom to the ground with his feet, grabbed it, and estimated that Zhao Lifan usually used too much force when cleaning, so he pulled out the two-meter-long wooden handle of the broom directly.

Zhao Lifan, who was a little irritable in his heart, looked at it, even you didn't let me agree, and his hands naturally put on the holding posture of "Eight Steps and Thirteen Guns", he let out a loud sigh, and smashed the prodigy to the ground with a stick.

The prison guard on the watchtower was startled by this sudden sound, and saw Zhao Lifan smashing the stick to the ground, not knowing what he was going to do, but the gun on his back was already in his hand, ready to shout a warning, but before he could make a sound, he saw Zhao Lifan lifting his leg and standing stick, which was the heavenly gun of "Eight Steps and Thirteen Guns", and then fell down to turn into a lunge and took the green dragon out to sea.

With a buzzing sound of breaking the air, the simple wooden handle seemed to have my invincible momentum, like an angry dragon going out to sea, unstoppable, the prison guard on the post had long forgotten what he was going to do, and shouted:

"Good marksmanship!"

It turned out that although this guy despised traditional martial arts, he had a soft spot for marksmanship, and when he saw Zhao Lifan using such marksmanship, he couldn't help but cry, although he didn't know what kind of marksmanship this was.

After Zhao Lifan smashed the wooden stick on the ground, he found that he had no intention of using marksmanship, and he didn't know why a trace of anger suddenly appeared in his heart, and he didn't care where he was, so he naturally had to use "Eight Steps and Thirteen Guns".

The more he played, the angrier he became, the more angry he became, the clearer his mind became, he already knew that this was not the back slope of the coal mine, but the anger in his heart made him unable to stop at all, could it be that his problem had flare up again.

With the increase of anger and the clarity of his mind, Zhao Lifan's marksmanship is full of momentum, and his moves are becoming more and more tricky. There was a whine~ sound of breaking the air between the shadows of a stick on the playground, and it was getting louder and denser.

Zhao Lifan's skills in the use of internal strength are also suddenly realized, if the previous marksmanship can use his own tenth-twelfth internal strength, then now it has increased to three or four out of ten, and the delicate skills such as trembling, trembling, and bullet in the marksmanship moves are also natural, not as deliberate as before, and it is not even too late to use.

Soon more than 20 minutes passed, Zhao Lifan's marksmanship not only did not decline, but also the momentum continued to rise, and the surrounding prison guards gathered more and more, and the first time they saw someone who could play a stick to such a situation, this was much more shocking than in the movie.

With the gradual use of various routines in "Eight Steps and Thirteen Guns", the momentum of marksmanship has gradually climbed to the top, and the anger in Zhao Lifan's chest has also reached a critical point, he feels that he will blow it up if he goes down again, at this time Zhao Lifan's mind is extremely clear, he can completely control himself to stop now, but he doesn't want to.

"Kill!"

As the momentum reached its peak, Zhao Lifan's body jumped nearly two meters, and the wooden handle in his hand shot out like a sharp arrow.

"Bang~"

The wooden handle was tied to the iron pole of the basketball hoop ten meters away, and it was broken into three pieces. Zhao Lifan felt a big feeling in his heart, he hadn't felt this way for a long time.

But looking at the wooden stick that was broken into several pieces, not only did I regret it:

"The internal strength still can't be consistent, otherwise it will never break. ”

Looking at the prison guards around him, Zhao Lifan scratched his bald head embarrassedly, and apologized again and again, the prison guards not only laughed, but Zhao Lifan, who also used a thunderous blow just now, also had such a cute side.

In fact, most of them still know Zhao Lifan well, after all, the person who has been entrusted by the prison director and the instructor has to investigate and investigate, and they also recognize this young man who has saved people many times and helped the police.

"Practice is practice, as long as you complete the task, we have no objection, but the broom that was broken today will have to be deducted from your labor fee, but it will not deduct your work, don't worry!" Guan Zhao Lifan said with a smile as the captain of their prison area.

Prisoners in prison have basic work points, and if they perform well, they will be given extra points if they perform poorly, and the scores will be used as an important basis for commutation, and the prison prisoners also have labor fees, ranging from tens to hundreds, and they can get 500 yuan per month at the highest.

When Zhao Lifan heard that they would not stop him from practicing marksmanship, he was relieved and hurriedly began to clean up the scene. After Zhao Lifan finished practicing the gun, he felt that there was no anger in his heart, which was not the same as practicing the gun to vent his anger before being imprisoned, Zhao Lifan knew that his emotional problems did not occur again, and he should be completely fine.

This reassured him a lot, and at the same time he had a bold guess, that is, only when he practiced the gun himself, he would feel angry, which should not be his own reason, but the reason for his marksmanship, because he remembered that there was a passage in the gun spectrum of "Eight Steps and Thirteen Guns":

"People have seven feelings, and the same is true of marksmanship. ”

But even if it's not what I guessed, I don't have to worry, this kind of angry marksmanship is not only exquisite, but also has a great play in internal strength, anyway, now I can stop if I want to, unlike the original immortal, and it is really fun to practice guns with anger.

From this day on, Zhao Lifan had one more task every morning, that is, to practice marksmanship, and the prison guards also had an additional entertainment project, that is, to watch Zhao Lifan practice guns. On the third day, Zhao Lifan found that the wooden handle of his broom had changed, and it was replaced by a white wax rod with the thickness of a child's arm and about two meters and a half, which made Zhao Lifan more comfortable.