Touch!

The fire gun in Yang Fan's hand made a loud noise, and then a burst of gunpowder smoke filled the air. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The powerful electric light passed, and I saw a fertile hemp-gray hare lying in the distance.

Not long after entering the mountain, Yang Fan got off to a good start, and a fertile hare arrived.

When he shot, Wang Ziqiang hadn't noticed the hare at all, but Yang Bing's sharp eyes found it for the first time.

Yang Bing is not an ordinary person after all, otherwise he would not be able to kill an underworld boss because of a woman, which can be seen from this point.

However, Yang Fan knew that Uncle Yang Bing was not trained by his grandfather when he was young, the old man was a person who had been a soldier on the battlefield, and the old man had always wanted his uncle to go his way.

It's a pity that the uncle has taken the wrong path.

"Good boy, your marksmanship is good, tsk, you use a gun with one hand to shake the gun more than the old man's gun!" Yang Bing said in a loud voice.

He could see clearly just now that Yang Fan shot completely by feeling, and it was still a miraculous throwing gun, he had to praise it.

After Yang Bing finished speaking, his eyes still stayed on Yang Fan, he felt that he couldn't see through this nephew a little, and his nephew didn't seem to be so powerful before.

"It's really strange, when did this nephew become so powerful, I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out......" Yang Bing thought thoughtfully.

"Hehe......"

For the uncle's words, Yang Fan smiled, the word throwing the gun is the local older generation of hunters, speaking of those hunters who are like gods of marksmanship, they can hit the prey with a shake of the gun, this is the realm that all hunters yearn for.

The so-called throwing gun means that when hunters find their prey, they don't need to aim at all, they can shoot the prey with a flick of the firecracker.

Because of its length and the manufacture of stainless steel pipes, it is a bit heavy, and ordinary hunters carry it on their shoulders, with the mouth of the gun facing backwards.

When the prey is found, raise your hand and shake off the gun, hence the name: Throw the gun!

Yang Fan remembered that when he was a child, when the old man took him up to the mountains for hunting, he used this technique.

At that time, Yang Fan admired his grandfather very much, the big guy can imagine, you are carrying a firearm on your shoulder, and you don't need to aim at all when you find prey, you can raise your hand and shake the gun to fight, and the scene is very windy.

However, Yang Fan also knows that this throwing gun also pays attention to the strength of the arm, because how can a fire gun weigh more than ten catties, and ordinary people really can't shake it.

Wang Ziqiang also reacted at this time, and he shouted loudly: "! Fanzi, you can actually throw a gun when you are a dog? When did you learn it? How did I not know......"

"Hehe, there are many things you don't know, will I tell you, I will be Dugu Nine Swords......" Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Damn! Fuck the shit! The prince raised his middle finger in disdain.

Yang Fan shook his head: "Hehe......"

Yang Fan didn't bother to pay attention to this goods, only to see him walk over to the hare, and put the hare that was still struggling in his hand, he weighed it and estimated that this hare was about three catties, which was a good big guy.

Yang Fan is a cultivator, and it is definitely not a problem to throw a gun and shoot a rabbit, besides, he also has gun proficiency skills, this big hare was just hit in one leg by him, and it is estimated that it is still fresh when he takes it back.

Carrying the hemp ash hare, Yang Fan shook the hare in his hand defiantly at the prince, he wanted to be angry.

Sure enough, when the prince saw his action, he immediately came to fight.

"Damn mortal, isn't it just a hare, you wait, my brother will shoot a wild boar for you to see." The prince was indignant.

was stimulated by Yang Fan like this, Wang Ziqiang was also like being beaten with chicken blood, he picked up the fire gun and walked forward.

The meaning of this product is obvious, brother is ahead of you, and he will definitely be able to get a second name in a while.

"Hehe, it's better for you young people!" Yang Bing looked at Wang Ziqiang who was walking in front and sighed.

At this moment, Yang Fan is loading bullets on the firecracker, this thing is not automatic, it has to be loaded and loaded once it is shot, if it is not a skilled person, it is very troublesome to operate.

Especially Yang Fan, they are holding the kind of firecracker that beats steel sand beads, and it is even more troublesome when loading the bomb, because this kind of firearm is filled with gunpowder and steel sand beads, and if it is not operated properly, there is a great chance of exploding on the spot.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, when he was a child, Yang Fan often heard that so-and-so was injured by his own firecracker, and even more serious ones died on the spot.

But although this thing is troublesome, it is also trivial to Yang Fan, I saw him load the ammunition in a few clicks, and then said with a smile: "Uncle, you are also young, what is there to sigh, let's go, let's follow, in case this guy really encounters a wild boar, then he will have something to play." ”

After Yang Fan finished speaking, he kept up with Wang Ziqiang's pace, and Yang Bing nodded and followed behind.

If someone is high in the sky, you can see that there are three lights in the mountain at this moment, which brings restlessness to this quiet mountain night.

They kept shuttling in search of game, and soon there was another loud noise.

Touch!

After the loud bang, the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air, and many other birds were frightened in the dark, and then began to fly agitated.

"Haha, my brother also hit a big hare!" I only heard the prince laugh loudly.

The mountains at night are actually very quiet, and Wang Ziqiang's loud laughter is particularly harsh, making people sound as if it is worse than the sound of the firecracker.

Yang Fan and Uncle Yang Bing, who were following behind, heard this laughter, looked at each other and smiled, and then followed quickly and speechlessly.

Soon the two came to Wang Ziqiang's side.

Seeing the arrival of Yang Fan and the others, Wang Ziqiang proudly raised the hare in his hand and said, "Haha, Fanzi, look at my brother who also hit a big hare." ”

"Isn't it just a hare? It's worth your pleasure, I thought it was a wild boar. Yang Fan deliberately sarcastic.

"Hehe, don't be complacent, the wild boar will come in a while." Wang Ziqiang said, and then he looked at Yang Bing again: "Uncle, do you say that this is the reason, if you hit the hare now, you will definitely have to hit the wild boar in a while, and this cliff is running." ”

Wang Ziqiang's words are clear-eyed, as if he will pinch his fingers.

Yang Bing smiled and said: "Qiangzi, you are so lucky, maybe you will really hit a wild boar later." ”

Wang Ziqiang: "Haha, I like what Uncle says." ”

Yang Fan: "Okay, if you don't brag about it, you will die, since you are so confident, why don't we have a competition tonight to see who catches more game?" ”

After speaking, Yang Fan looked at Wang Ziqiang, he saw that this product was so capable of bragging, so he proposed a competition with a playful mentality.

"Hey, I'm still scared of you? A competition is a competition. But let's be clear first, the birds can't be counted, and at least they need to be as big as owls. And there must be a time limit, it is half past nine, twelve o'clock we will meet at the top of the mountain. The prince said strongly.

Yang Fan: "I have no problem, whatever you want." ”

Wang Ziqiang: "Okay! Let's get started, let's go our separate ways. ”

After the two finished speaking, they walked aside, and the competition officially began.

Yang Bing looked at the backs of the two of them, and he walked to another road.