"Yes, I'm sick, I've been coughing for fifteen years!" The old man said helplessly.

"You taught me the essentials of shooting, I'll help you cure your cough!" Jiang Fan immediately asked the old man to sit down, stretched out his palm, and pulled out the black sick qi from his lung Yu acupoint, and after a while, the sick qi from the old man's lung Yu acupoint was completely removed.

"Old Liu, your cough has been cured, and you won't cough again in the future!" Jiang Fan smiled.

"Oh, I feel less stuffy in my chest and don't cough anymore! It's amazing! The old man said excitedly.

On the morning of the ninth day, Jiang Fan arrived at the shooting range, where Zhao Bingqian was already waiting for him. She saw Jiang Fan's face full of joy, "Did you see that spear god yesterday?" ”

Jiang Fan nodded and said, "See!" ”

"Did he teach you the essentials of shooting?" Zhao Bingqian said.

Jiang Fan nodded and said, "Teach!" ”

"Have you learned?" Zhao Bingqian said.

Jiang Fan shook his head and said, "I didn't learn!" ”

Zhao Bingqian suddenly deflated and said, "Why haven't you learned yet?" Then you didn't go for nothing yesterday! ”

"I just know how to do it, but there is no gun practice, only today's practice." Jiang Fan said.

Zhao Bingqian handed Jiang Fan a pistol, "You have a gun now, practice hard!" It's a bullet! ”

Jiang Fan took the gun, "The bullets are not needed for the time being!" After taking the gun, Jiang Fan walked to the corner, sat down, and kept stroking with the gun.

Zhao Bingqian looked at Jiang Fan in surprise, she walked up to Jiang Fan, "Jiang Fan, why are you sitting here if you don't practice shooting?" ”

"Didn't you see me touching the gun?" Jiang Fan's hand was stroking the gun, like stroking a woman.

Zhao Bingqian was happy, "You just sit here and touch the gun, you can find out the shooting results!" "Isn't this guy crazy, even having to flirt with guns!

"This is the essence of the spear god!" Jiang Fan said.

Zhao Bingqian's eyes widened: "What! The gun god will let you sit and touch the gun! You are talking nonsense! "The devil believes in you! If you touch the gun, you can find the sharpshooter, let's talk nonsense!

"Don't bother me to practice shooting, when I finish practicing, I'll show you, don't forget your promise!" Jiang Fan said.

Zhao Bingqian shook her head helplessly, "You can make a name for yourself by touching the gun like this, I, Zhao Bingqian, am at your mercy!" ”

"That's what you said! Don't be fooled when the time comes! Jiang Fan said with a smile.

Zhao Bingqian walked away in a huff, and she sat alone in front of the rest table and sulked. Jiang Fan ignored Zhao Bingqian, still touching the gun, he kept thinking, how to feel the gun soul? I touched and touched it until the afternoon, and I didn't find a name.

Before leaving, Zhao Bingqian sneered: "Jiang Fan, you have touched the gun for a day today, I think you will do tomorrow?" Or do you continue to touch the gun? ”

Jiang Fan said with a smile: "Of course I will continue to touch the gun tomorrow, I must find a name!" ”

On the morning of the tenth day, Jiang Fan arrived at the shooting range, still touching the gun, and Zhao Bingqian sneered on the side. Jiang Fan didn't pay attention to her, he touched the gun wholeheartedly, and after touching it for two days, Jiang Fan's hands were about to feel calloused, and he didn't feel the existence of the gun soul.

What the hell is going on? Liu Tai can feel the gun soul, why can't I feel it? Gun Mettle! Where are you? Try it with the Call of the Ten Thousand Beasts? So Jiang Fan silently recited the Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Mantra. Jiang Fan's hand touched like this, and suddenly a voice said in his ear: "Oh, you guy, you have been touching me for two days, and you are annoyed to death!" ”

Jiang Fan was pleasantly surprised: "Gun Soul!" ”

A lazy voice said, "It's me, what's the matter with you?" ”

"I'm going to shoot, I need your help!" Jiang Fan said.

"Oh, I'm annoying you, I don't want to help you!" Gun Mettle Road.

No way! This guy won't help! Jiang Fan immediately threatened: "Since you are Gun Soul, you must have life, if you don't help me, then I will destroy you!" Jiang Fan stretched out his sword finger and silently recited the Yin Extinguishing Mantra, pointing his sword at the gun.

"Ahh Don't! I'm willing to help you, can't you! Gun Soul sensed Jiang Fan's terror and immediately gave in.

"Very good, from now on, you will obey me, and you can only obey me alone, others use you, you are not allowed to serve him, you can only serve me alone!" Jiang Fan said sharply.

"Okay, I'll obey you alone in the future, and if others use me in the future, I'll let him beat him crooked!" Gun Mettle curryed favor with Jiang Fandao.

Jiang Fan nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, it's pretty much the same, as long as you obey me, I won't treat you badly, I will definitely polish you and prolong your life!" ”

Gun Mettle said happily: "Great, I will definitely serve you well!" ”

"Jiang Fan, what are you muttering alone?" Zhao Bingqian saw Jiang Fan talking alone with a gun, and she didn't know what crazy he was.

Jiang Fan smiled: "I'm practicing shooting!" ”

"Cut! Obviously talking nonsense with a gun, and quibbling that it is a practice shooting, I want to see how you shoot! Zhao Bingqian sneered.

Jiang Fan stood up with a gun and walked up to Zhao Bingqian, "Does what you started to say still count?" ”

Zhao Bingqian sneered: "Count, as long as you hit the bullseye once, I will kiss you once!" ”

Jiang Fan raised his pistol, "Okay, I'll shoot the No. 1 target now, you see!" ”

Jiang Fan raised the pistol, his eyes looked at Zhao Bingqian's face, he didn't aim, and pulled the trigger casually, "Bang!" "The bullet flew out of the middle and hit the bull's-eye of the No. 1 target impartially.

Zhao Bingqian was stunned for a moment, and she said, "How could it be shot, it was a coincidence!" ”

"You don't believe it, I'm shooting at you, this time I'm shooting the second bull's-eye!" Jiang Fan raised his hand, but there was still no movement to aim.

"Bang!" The bullet flew out and hit the very center of the bullseye No. 2.

Zhao Bingqian was dumbfounded, "Shot again!" Oh, my God! What's going on? ”

"You! Still don't believe it! I'm shooting to show you, this time shooting the bullseye number three! Jiang Fan made a trick this time, turned his body, turned his back to the target, put the gun under his armpit, and hooked the trigger.

"Bang!" The bullet flew out and accurately hit the bullseye number three.

Zhao Bingqian looked at Jiang Fan in panic, so that he could hit the bull's-eye, this can only be done by the spear god, how is this possible. He just practiced shooting for eight days, touched the gun for two days, and became a gun god!

At this time, the surrounding people who practiced shooting gathered around to see the excitement, "Wow, it's incredible, you can shoot the bullseye with the target on your back!" ”

Jiang Fan looked at Zhao Bingqian and said with a smile: "I will show you another performance, so that you can be convinced!" Jiang Fan took out a piece of cloth, blindfolded him, and then walked all the way back to the door of the shooting range, with his back to the shooting range, and the distance was already far away at this time.

"This time I'm going to shoot the bullseye No. 1 and the bullseye No. 3, with just one bullet!" As soon as Jiang Fan's words came out, all the people immediately exclaimed.