Relentless Charge: Charge at a specific target range with a gun, dealing physical damage to targets within the range and knocking them into the air, a second charge within 5 seconds of the charge, but not knocking enemies away. (No need to consume blue)

Yang Ming rubbed his eyes, and when he repeatedly confirmed that he had obtained Han Xin's skill, a large amount of information suddenly flooded into his mind, like a stone squeezed into a sponge.

Yang Ming originally thought that acquiring skills was just a simple way to use them.

But now, he realizes that he was wrong, and he was very wrong!

The information that poured into his brain contained all the information about Han Xin's gun, including the type of gun, how to use the gun, how to maintain the gun, how to use the gun against the enemy, how to train in peacetime, and so on.

The gun is one of the ancient weapons in China, it is a long-handled stabbing weapon composed of sharp blades and sticks, similar in appearance to the spear, the handle is longer than the blade, strictly speaking, it is one of the eighteen kinds of weapons, the first of the four famous weapons, and is called the king of a hundred soldiers.

The gun is evolved from Ge and the long halberd, the most common is the red tassel gun, the ash gun, the Liuhe gun, the elephant iron gun, the camel dragon gun, etc., the basic action is to block, take, pierce, in addition to the tart, slash, winding, circle, thorn, pounce, point, dial, dance lantern high-level action, not easy to control, commonly known as "year stick, moon knife, long practice gun".

Covering his sore head, Yang Ming's face changed for a while.

"Whew!"

After a while, the pain in his brain subsided, and Yang Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief, he was really scared into a cold sweat just now, and he almost thought that he would not be able to support the explosion of information in his head.

"Find a branch and try it and see how it goes?"

Thinking like this, Yang Ming found a pine tree not far away, and forcefully broke off a branch, which was slightly longer than an adult's arm, which was suitable for Yang Ming now.

When he grasped the branch in his palm and regarded it as a spear, a sense of familiarity surged into Yang Ming's heart.

This comes from Han Xin's instinct to practice three dogs in summer and three nine in winter!

Shaking a spear flower, Yang Ming showed it one move at a time according to the information in his mind, and at first he felt very rusty, like a babbling baby learning to walk, and after gradually getting better, the speed gradually increased, until he was as skilled as Han Xin.

The magic of marksmanship lies in the fact that practice makes perfect, and if you are familiar, you can forget your hands, and your hands can forget your guns; Round but not stagnant, but also precious to quiet, quiet and not reckless, and the situation is abundant, unpredictable, and infinitely deified. The gun has a virtual reality, a strange positive, its sharpness, its retreat, and its short section; Motionless as a mountain, moving as thunder!

There are upper flat, middle flat, and lower flat straight points, and the middle level is the key method, so there is a saying that "the middle flat gun, the king of the gun, and one point is the most difficult to stop".

In marksmanship, in addition to the skills of using guns, there are corresponding footwork, which should be light, fast and steady, so as to "open like the wind, steal like nails".

Yang Ming seems to have the guidance of a famous teacher, and he is out of control, and while integrating into the footwork, the strength of his waist, legs, arms and wrists is gradually integrated with the gun.

Gunslingers, guts also.

Since ancient times, the spearman has been lucky, and every time he shoots, he has to hold the consciousness of death, either the enemy dies first, or he dies first.

Yang Ming lifted the gun, his shoulders trembled slightly, his waist moved with his force, the force was transmitted from his arm to the tip of the gun, and the gun seemed to be a hidden dragon out of the water, a little cold light arrived first, and then the gun came out like a dragon, faintly with a screaming sound.

Thanks to Han Xin's decades of experience, although Yang Ming's hand is just a branch, at this moment, it gives people a sense of edge!

Limited to the fact that this body is only a six-year-old child, and his physical strength has the limit, after practicing for nearly half an hour, Yang Ming felt that his entire right arm was as heavy as carrying a sandbag, and he had to pause.

"Let's practice here today."

Although his body was very tired, Yang Ming's spirit was still very excited.

Carrying a branch on his shoulder, Yang Ming turned to leave, and on the way back to the village, he ran into Tang San who was coming down the mountain.

Looking at Yang Ming sweating profusely and holding a branch in his hand, Tang San's facial expression was very strange, just like meeting a bear child who liked to kick other people's cars, thinking that Yang Ming was as fresh as those bear children's brain circuits.

"Yang Ming, are you going home with this branch?"

"That's right." Yang Ming tilted his head and looked at Tang San puzzled, "What?" ”

"It's nothing, just be happy." Tang San's expression became more and more strange.

Yang Ming paused, just now he was just too tired to react, and now he found that Tang San was looking at himself with the eyes of a fool, could he bear it?

I'm the leader of the Holy Soul Village!

"Third brother, what kind of eyes are you?" Yang Ming walked towards Tang San, "Let's talk about it for my brother." ”

Not to mention that Tang San had a Xuantian Gong body, and his physical fitness far surpassed that of his peers, just because he was an adult in his previous life, it was enough to look down on Yang Ming, the little kid in his eyes.

Watching Yang Ming approach step by step, Tang San did not have a trace of panic, smiled, and said in a coaxing tone:

"Yang Ming, you better go home early, otherwise if you go back late, the village chief will beat you."

Stopping in front of Tang San, looking at the other party who was no less than himself, Yang Ming was very good in his heart, he didn't underestimate Tang San, the protagonist of the original work, just because he had just got the golden finger, and after a while of comparison in his heart, he already had an idea.

"Third brother, do you want to race with me to see who runs back to the village first?" In order to get Tang San to agree, Yang Ming also deliberately said: "If you win, I will no longer call you third brother in the future, I will call you third brother!" ”

Tang San pursed his lips and said secretly in his heart:

It's not because you're thick-skinned and have the village chief to cover you that you keep calling me third brother, otherwise I would have made you change your mind a long time ago.

However, being able to make Yang Ming change his words, Tang San still felt very good, after all, he didn't want to have another brother for some reason.

The two of them are in their places.

"Three, two, one, run!"

At the moment when Yang Ming finished counting, Tang San relied on his Xuantian Skill, raised his legs and jumped up, like a galloping pony, his speed far exceeded that of his peers, and Yang Ming was left behind in an instant.

Yang Ming didn't think much of this result, and used the branch in his hand as a gun, launched a skill, and charged ruthlessly!

The branches of the tree supported the ground, and Yang Ming jumped up like a high jumper, magically crossing a graceful arc in mid-air, and the latter fell not far from Tang San.

"This ...... Can anyone tell me what's going on? ”

Tang San rubbed his eyes and found that he was indeed not mistaken, Yang Ming actually jumped in front of him in a strange way.

How can this work?

Tang San no longer kept his hand, and used the Tang Sect's light skills to his heart's content, and soon caught up with Yang Ming.

However, in less than five seconds, Yang Ming repeated his old trick and jumped in front of Tang San again.

The two of them went one after the other, and kept repeating until Yang Ming landed at the gate of the village first, grinned at Tang San, who was one step late, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"My stupid brother!"

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