Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Junbao held a spear in his hand, waving a little bit of cold light, it was really like a frightening and graceful dragon, dazzling and dazzling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, no one thinks that Junbao is playing tricks.

Because in the spear flowers, from time to time there will be a sonic boom like thunder on the ground, proving what kind of terrifying power is contained in this big gun.

As the saying goes, a knife of the year, a moon stick, and a gun for a lifetime.

Marksmanship, some people may be immersed in hard practice for a lifetime, but they are still not allowed to enter, but Junbao has only learned the big gun pile for a short month, and has faintly practiced the essence of marksmanship, worthy of the future mythological master, such as understanding, really terrifying!

In contrast, Su Hang, who also practiced big gun piles on the other side of the courtyard, his performance was undoubtedly much inferior.

Drink!

Su Hang stabbed out a fierce shot, although he barely stabbed out a sound explosion, but under the cover of the sound of breaking wind, the sound was so weak that Su Hang almost suspected that his ears were hallucinating.

And even so, after each shot of Su Hang, he had to hold the spear and find a feeling for a while before he could stab the second shot.

The essence of the Broken Spear is to allow the practitioner to concentrate his or her strength on one point, burst out in an instant, and strive to kill the enemy with one blow. If he couldn't infuse his own spirit into the gun, Su Hang would practice 10,000 guns a day, and in the end it would just be in vain.

Because each shot condensed almost all of Su Hang's spirit, so after a few shots, Su Hang's whole body was sweating, and more than ten shots were pierced in a row, and Su Hang's whole person was as if he had been fished out of the water.

"Fifteen!"

"Sixteen!"

"Seventeen!"

……

Su Hang is getting slower and slower, but the speed at which the sweat is flowing down is getting faster and faster.

At this moment, the iron-striking man walked into the backyard with a smile on his face, and when he saw Junbao and Su Hang on both sides of the courtyard, he was about to shout, but was quickly stopped by Qiu Xue and Xiao Donggua:

"Shhh, they practice guns, don't bother, let's talk about anything later."

"Oh!"

Seeing the spear flowers wielded by Junbao, he was stunned for a while, he only knew that Junbao's martial arts were very high, but he never had an intuitive understanding, and now it can be regarded as an eye-opener.

After a long time, the iron striker reacted, shook the things in his hand to the little winter melon, and showed off,

"Little Brother Su's matter for me has been completed!"

"Really? Let me see! ”

Little Winter Melon took the short sword and slowly drew out the blade.

"Huh? This pattern is - seventy-two refinements? ”

Seeing the layered texture on the sword, the little winter melon's expression was a little surprised,

"Ironworker, do you still have this craft?"

"That's, you don't look at who my old iron is, it's not me who blows, ten years ago, the entire Neverwinter City, who doesn't know my old iron? If it weren't for the rusty craftsmanship after so many years, even if I refined refined steel, I wouldn't be able to make it......"

"Well, a blacksmith who can make a hundred refined steels will be courteous wherever he goes."

Surprisingly, the little winter melon did not refute what the iron said, but agreed with it casually.

"Yes, although it has not yet reached the level of cutting gold and breaking jade, it is also a rare good product, and Brother Su's ten taels of silver are indeed worth the money."

With two waves of his hand, the little winter melon nodded with satisfaction and inserted the short sword back in.

At this time, the attention of the iron finally moved away from Junbao and put it on Su Hang.

"Thirty-five! Unqualified! Do it all over again! ”

"Thirty-five! Still no, come again! ”

……

"Thirty-six! Good! ”

Although he had reached the end of his crossbow, Su Hang still gritted his teeth and did not relax his requirements for himself, and the time spent on the last six shots was actually longer than the previous thirty shots combined.

By the time the thirty-six shots were finished, the ground under Su Hang's feet was like rain, and it was directly soaked.

Mo said that the two girls, Little Winter Melon and Qiu Xue, even the iron striking was worried, especially when she saw that Su Hang couldn't stand on his feet after the gun, Qiu Xue hurriedly ran forward to support him.

Touching Su Hang's practice clothes that could squeeze out water, the iron striker couldn't help but sigh:

"Alas, you are so young, why are you working so hard?"

"Only when you suffer hardship can you get superior."

Su Hang didn't see Fang Cai's perseverance at all at this time, and while squinting his eyes and enjoying the massage of his innate true qi, he replied lazily while leaning on Qiu Xue's arms.

"It's just hardship, and I've never seen such a way of eating!"

The iron-striking man glanced at everyone angrily, and finally fixed his gaze on Junbao,

"Junbao, I don't understand those advanced martial arts, but I still understand some simple truths, if you go on like this, let alone practice martial arts, it's good if your body doesn't collapse first. Little Brother Su called you master, that's how you repaid him? ”

"Uh-"

was taught a hard lesson by the iron, and Junbao's expression was also a little embarrassed:

"Actually, I don't agree with Xiaohang's practice, it's just-"

"Uncle Tie, you misunderstood the master,"

Seeing Junbao's embarrassed expression, Su Hang also relaxed his expression slightly,

"This kind of practice is actually my own request."

"Even if you ask for it, you can't mess around with it, right?"

"Uncle Tie, listen to me first,"

Su Hang propped up his body and explained,

"That's right, I have a talent that as long as I can eat enough food, I can replenish the vitality lost when I sweat, so even if I am so brave and diligent, I won't hurt my body......"

Before Su Hang finished speaking, Junbao shook his head and said:

"Xiao Hang, your talent is too mysterious, although it can indeed replenish vitality and treat dark injuries, but if you need to pay any bad price, it will outweigh the losses, so I think it's better for you to control your practice."

"10,000 years is too long, seize the day, I have made up my mind, master, you don't have to say it anymore......

By the way, sister little winter melon, are the sweet and sour pork ribs ready? I'm dying of hunger. ”

After a month of practicing national arts, Su Hang not only increased his strength, but also strengthened his physique, and his temperament also underwent a reborn change, becoming decisive and condensed.

Although the words are still gentle, in this mildness, there is a subtle sharpness, which makes people feel the determination contained in it.

Seeing that Su Hang was really determined to persevere, although Junbao and the others were still worried, they were not good at persuading, so they had to keep this matter in their hearts first.

"Don't worry, it's hot for you, after you change your clothes, let's come out and eat quickly!"

"Long live Sister Little Winter Melon!"

Thinking of the tempting food, Su Hang felt that a force had been born in his body out of thin air.