As the deacon of the Beast God Temple, the spokesperson of Wushi City.

The old man with the goatee who was in the liquor store before was definitely rich.

On him, Meng Lang really found a lot of good things.

One of them has a palm-sized bottle.

As the owner of a liquor store, carrying a small bottle on him will never arouse suspicion.

But the little bottle wasn't really a bottle, it was a virgin space.

The so-called virgin space, simply put, is a space weapon.

What Virgo zodiac hunters do best is carve out virgin space.

The powerful Virgo Hunter can carve out a virgin space on any item.

Although the old man with the goatee is not a Virgo zodiac hunter, as a deacon of the Beast God Temple, it is not unusual for him to have a constellation weapon on his body.

With the death of the old man with the goatee, the small wine bottle was already ownerless, and Meng Lang naturally took it as his own.

In a flash of thought, he poured out all the contents of the bottle.

There are a lot of things in it.

"I got rich, I got rich, and there were more than 30,000 gold coins. ”

At this moment, Meng Lang's eyes were straight.

More than 30,000 gold coins, if they are all exchanged for wine, how long will they have to drink?

A bottle of monkey's head wine is ten gold coins in the sky.

Buying a real estate in a place like Wushi City should be about a hundred gold coins.

Many of the ordinary people in Wushi City may not be able to see a gold coin all year round.

They used coins or copper coins.

More than 3,000 gold coins, which is already a lot of money.

"Don't look at the gold coins, look at the wine jar, it should be high-purity beast wine, give it to me." ”

However, at this time, it was the drunkard who was even more excited than Meng Lang.

The drunkard's eager voice echoed in Meng Lang's mind.

Yes, Meng Lang is actually not a good wine, and the real good wine is Meng Lang's hound.

In addition to being a constellation hunter, Meng Lang is also an alienation hunter.

Alien hunters can summon their own Natal Hounds.

The Natal Hound is an illusory existence, which resides in Meng Lang's body, and can only satisfy its appetite through Meng Lang's drinking.

It is precisely because it is good wine that Meng Lang gave it a name called drunkard.

What constellation weapons and what gold coins are not worth mentioning for drunkards.

It seems that only fine wine is its favorite.

"Is this the wine of the Hundred Beasts? ”

Meng Lang opened the wine jar.

The intoxicating aroma of wine had already made Meng Lang blush.

As the name suggests, Hundred Beast Wine is a wine made by soaking a large number of beast organs.

This kind of drinking is extremely energetic, even if it is just smelling, it makes Meng Lang feel drunk.

"Quick, drink. ”

The drunkard can't wait.

"Can't you wait for me to count the supplies first?"

Meng Lang was speechless.

"These things are all rubbish, you hurry up and take two sips to let me quench my cravings, and I'll teach you the magic skill of shooting fish in the sky when I go back." ”

The drunkard said urgently.

"Shooting fish in the sky?"

"Do you even drink? What does a big man's mother-in-law look like? What I taught you can be worse?"

The drunkard didn't give Meng Lang time to ask at all, and scolded angrily.

Meng Lang was very helpless, so he could only raise his head and take a big sip.

"Ahem......"

The strong smell of wine rushed straight to his head, and the beast wine slid down Meng Lang's throat, like a sharp knife about to cut Meng Lang with a thousand knives.

Just one bite had already made Meng Lang's footsteps stagger.

Fortunately, the wine was quickly absorbed by the drunkard, otherwise Meng Lang would have to be drunk on the spot.

At the urging of the drunkard, Meng Lang poured a few more mouthfuls and couldn't hold it anymore and collapsed.

However, although Meng Lang's body fell, his spirit appeared beside the drunkard, which was a vast sea.

This is the spiritual world of drunkards, and the scene encountered by Meng Lang is different every time he comes here.

"What the hell is a fish in the sky? Hurry up and teach me, I need to learn before dawn. ”

Meng Lang said eagerly.

"Hiccup!"

The drunkard burped a lot, and his eyes were a little foggy.

"I'll only demonstrate it once, and you can comprehend the rest by yourself, this time I'll give you ten days to master, if you can't get started in ten days, you can give up!"

The drunkard said, and stood up on his feet in a decent manner.

And it shoots arrows with a bow, and a virtual archer arrow appears on its hand like Meng Lang.

However, Meng Lang knew that none of this was real, this was the spiritual world of drunkards, and everything could be conjured up.

Immediately afterwards, the drunkard pointed to the sky and shot an arrow, the arrow feather formed a beautiful parabola, and in the vast sea hundreds of miles away, a strange fish the size of an arm was shot and killed on the spot.

Of course, with Meng Lang's eyesight, it is impossible to see a hundred miles away, but if the drunkard wants Meng Lang to see, Meng Lang can see.

Looking at the arrow shot by the drunkard, Meng Lang was stunned.

The arrow that had just come to mind kept coming to mind.

Meng Lang's 100 steps through Yang can be 100 shots and 100 hits within 100 steps.

But the difference between a hundred steps and a hundred miles is not more than a star and a half?

Being able to shoot at the target with one arrow from a hundred miles away, Meng Lang was really shocked.

"The essence of the magic skill of shooting fish in the sky lies in calculation, which is to fully calculate the angle, wind speed, advance amount, and the movement of the prey, and accurately shoot at the target. ”

The drunkard said as he lay on his stomach and fell asleep:

"Of course, to be able to kill prey within a hundred miles like mine is the realm of the great success of shooting fish in the sky. I'll give you ten days, and at least you'll give me the practice to get to the entry level, that is, to shoot the prey accurately within a mile. Being able to shoot prey within ten miles is considered a small success. Legend has it that the true consummation level can kill people thousands of miles away. But that's not the realm you can peep into now!"

After speaking, the drunkard had already fallen asleep, and no matter how Meng Lang called it, there was no response.

And Meng Lang also fell into deep thought.

Ordinary bows and arrows don't have such perverted range.

But the archer arrow can, as Meng Lang's cultivation improves, the energy of the archer constellation he can communicate with will become greater and larger, thus increasing the range of the archer arrow.

But for the current Meng Lang, it is absolutely impossible to shoot a swimming fish thousands of miles away.

Therefore, this magic skill of shooting fish in the sky can really be described as a miraculous skill.

Meng Lang began to shoot arrows with a bow, but when an arrow was shot, the range was only 500 meters, which was far from a thousand meters.

Meng Lang began to shoot arrows over and over again, calculating the amount of advance, raising the crosshair, and using the inertia of the arrow feathers to increase the range.

A day later, under the practice of thousands of arrows, Meng Lang was able to accurately shoot at a target of 800 meters.

But that's just a stationary target, and you can't shoot a swimming target 800 meters away.

Three days later, Meng Lang had forgotten how many arrows he had shot, his fingers were numb, and his arm muscles were hard.

But the memory of the muscles gradually develops, and the swimming target at a distance of 800 meters can already be accurately killed.

But it's a thousand meters away, and that's a hurdle.

"Concentrate on the target, first lock onto the target, calculate the amount of advance, and judge the speed and direction of the target's movement. ”

At some point, the drunkard who was asleep had woken up, and he said lazily.

Meng Lang nodded numbly, took a deep breath, and looked ahead with deep eyes.

At this moment, Meng Lang's heartbeat and breathing seemed to be gone, and the whole person was as quiet as a sculpture.

Suddenly, Meng Lang shot an arrow with a bow, and an arrow shot high into the air.

The moment the arrow feather struck, there was a series of air explosions in the air.

However, when this arrow was shot, Meng Lang had already fallen to the ground from exhaustion and fainted.