Old Jeff, as a dead man who has lived for a long time and has experience in killing gods, knows very well what circumstances can stimulate people's potential, so Old Jeff made a bad heart at this time.

Seeing that the rotten people were limited by the rules of the god and couldn't hear the sound from a distance, Old Jeff simply shot directly into the distance, regardless of how long Fang Zheng hadn't rested, and directly led more rotten people over, causing Fang Zheng to shout: "Hey, you waste my bullets and can't kill them, aren't you hurting me!" ”

"I really don't know if I should call you stupid or stupid, I don't kill the rotten people and lure them over, so that you can fight these guys perfectly and get the number of kills!"

Seeing that some of them lost most of their health, and some of them only had bloody skins, Fang Zheng turned off the skill probe that wasted his mana, and began to wait for the rotten man to get close to the range, and then tried to aim with the gun, but because he didn't hit it accurately, Fang Zheng lured the other rotten people over.

Thinking that he was wasting time and wasting bullets, Fang Zheng directly walked in front of the rotten man with the battle royal, and cautiously stabbed the throat of the nearest rotten man with the sword on the battle king, after trying to kill it, Fang Zheng's heart was even more relaxed, but he was just a rotten man, as long as there were not so many of them, it would naturally be easy to clean it up by himself.

The follow-up rotten people came forward one after another, Fang Zheng because of the rest assured, unconsciously the spirit also took these rotten people to heart, seeing that this rotten man had just been stabbed by himself, and the next moment another rotten man came over, and Fang Zheng, who shot the head with a shot, felt that the rotten man was nothing more than that, and shot at the back several rotten people again and again.

"Catch the magazine!"

Pulling out the battle royals that he was holding in his left hand, Fang Zheng tilted his head to catch the magazine when he heard Old Jeff's words, and threw the empty one to Old Jeff, Fang Zheng, who held the gun in his right hand, was no longer limited to the enemy within ten meters, and fired three shots again at a rotten man who did not come twenty meters away, seeing that the bullets from each shot flew in different directions, Fang Zheng remembered this feeling in his heart, and then aimed at the rotten man in another place and fired.

"If I hit like this, I will fly in this direction, so can I fly in another direction if I hit like this?"

Muttering, Fang Zheng turned his head again and aimed at the first rotten man to make up for the shot, if it weren't for the fact that he was not familiar with these empty shots, Fang Zheng would not have wasted an extra bullet.

After beating these, Fang Zheng looked at the rotten man in front of him again, and when he saw that he was still three meters away from him, he pounced forward, and the left hand of Fang Zheng, who had directly dodged, swiped hard in the opposite direction of the rotten man's pounce, which was different from the damage value of falling down with a light slap in the back when the rotten man rushed to the ground, at this time, Fang Zheng used the momentum of the rotten man, gravity and his own attack, and doubled the damage.

Far beyond the damage that Fang Zheng can deal this time, the health of the rotten man is almost empty, and Fang Zheng's left foot steps towards the rotten man on the ground, and he kills it directly.

At this time, Zhan Yu was right in front of him, and Fang Zheng blocked the rotten man who had not been hit by two shots by himself, so he had not yet died, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chin.

"Goodbye!"

"Bang!"

The small round shield blocked most of the dirty blood that flew out, and Fang Zheng became more and more fluent in these times, and before he knew it, he was like a child who couldn't ride a bicycle from the uphill hill sitting on a bicycle, and he learned to shoot like a bicycle when he pedaled.

Although Fangzheng's marksmanship at this time is to be able to make a rough shot within twenty meters, in the eyes of Wu Yong, who is paying attention to Fangzheng on the side, Fangzheng's progress is not just speed.

Wu Yong was already eighteen years old when he first shot, and as a young man who had defeated the third place in the national competition, Wu Yong's body can be said to be very good, and his control has been admired by many people who have been famous for a long time.

Although Fang Zheng's physical fitness is better than Wu Yong's at the beginning, this still can't hide Fang Zheng's terrifying learning and adaptability.

"It seems that shooting and fighting the rot in close combat is nothing more than that." While speaking, Fang Zheng brought these into his own life, and explained to the old Jeff who rolled his eyes: "This is like when I changed the ABCD of the red and white machine with the two small buttons in the middle and the left up and down left and right to the computer in the black Internet café. ”

"But after seeing it, I went to learn, I went to play by myself, and over time, I was able to go from slowly dragging the mouse, to playing seven cold computer people, and I was able to use the blade storm to turn out my own victory, of course, I don't mean that it is as simple as playing games to fighting rotten people, I am not arrogant to that extent."

For Fangzheng's sentence, Old Jeff added a sentence in his heart: But your strong adaptability and psychological quality give you the capital to be arrogant, but you haven't discovered it yourself, I really don't know whether you should say that you are a combat genius or a stupid!

But Fang Zheng's next sentence made Old Jeff swallow the evaluation he had just made in his heart.

"This kind of transformation is actually very difficult, just like a game console that can only play gray and black Tetris, to a PS4 game console linked to an LCD TV, it is difficult to get rid of the mosaic for a while, and because I am attracted by the gorgeous game, it really makes people feel like the difference between heaven and hell when I think about it."

", how good are you, aren't you just playing a game, can you compare to a person who lives in a peaceful era in the blink of an eye, and you will become a person who doesn't fight, can't fight and die!"

I was made to say something by Fangzheng's set of metaphors but couldn't catch it, thinking that even though I was from the war era, I had already lost in this mentality, is this world full of monsters like Wu Yong and Fangzheng? Could it be that the people of this world either have good psychological quality and combat literacy, or they have been able to easily kill more than a dozen rotten people, that is, to catch their breath and continue to fight?

Seeing that the corpses of the rotten people around Wu Yong had piled up in pieces, and because of the particularity of this copy, he began to refresh and disappear, and the old Jeff couldn't care about the terrifying young man, but Fang Zheng, who had already begun to be arrogant in hand-to-hand combat, skillfully combined the battle royal and the pistol, and also let himself, the boy who was the gun god change the magazine for him, he was able to "supervise" him.

"So how can the current rotten people make your monster stronger, how can it be possible to stimulate the potential in your body!"

"What?" I didn't hear what Old Jeff was saying, and he took the time to shout.

"I mean, I can get your storage ring, so how about you take the magazine from inside and I'll change it for you from the inside?"

"Good idea, save effort!"

Good? You'll learn in a moment that my idea isn't just good words!

With a secret sigh in his heart, Old Jeff put away the pistol in his hand and replaced it with a gun with a barrel of forty centimeters, but it was still a pistol, and then his right hand shook it up when he was spinning in a circle, and the bullet in it flew out in an arc, and finally entered the arm of a rotten man to stop, and the old Jeff's action did not stop, but the whole person threw out fifteen shots in a row, because of the lack of luck and attributes, there was no way to rub the rotten man, and only attracted more than ninety rotten people.

"Damn, you're crazy!" But this "only more than ninety" was a nightmare for the other party, and for a while, Fang Zheng was a little panicked.

"It's a pity, if it weren't for the lack of attributes, I would have been able to get you more rotten people!"

"you, it's a pity, how can I fight so much!"

"I can't clean up so much, is it a person who plays Tetris game consoles to play the PS4 home game console in your mouth, just like you, it seems that the children I know like to play games, and it's a joke to force parents to take them to electrotherapy to quit Internet addiction?"

"Don't insult our electrotherapy, I'm the one who survived this catastrophe!" As he was talking, Fang Zheng saw Old Jeff's confident expression, and his heart moved: "Isn't it more than ninety rotten people, since you can attract them here, you should be able to teach me something more, although you are not a gentleman, but if you don't use your hands, you have to move your mouth." ”

"Hmph, do you see that they are coming from afar, are the shotguns and pistols I chose for you to keep for you to see, can the shotgun only hang on your waist forever, and the pistol can only hit things within fifteen meters in your hand?"

Isn't there fifty meters away?

Such a thought flashed in his heart, I don't know that Old Jeff deliberately cut the distance of twenty to thirty meters short, and then let Fang Zheng, who is a little confused about the distance, show a deeper talent, Fang Zheng while changing the pistol for a shotgun, he also reviewed in his heart that he actually made the error between the distances so big, at this time, he put the shotgun against his shoulder blade, and Fang Zheng shot directly at a rotten man who was crowded with a rotten man a hundred meters away.

"Bang!"

", it's missed!" Seeing blood splashing out of the rotten man's shoulder, Fang Zheng secretly cursed with his right index finger and pulled the lever to reload, and then aimed at a rotten man in front of him again and shot his head directly.

"Heh" quickly reloaded, and when the rotten people twenty meters away had not approached him, Fang Zheng gritted his teeth and did not aim at them, but continued to aim at the rotten man who was more than eighty meters away just now, and shot again, changed the ammunition, and fired.

"Bang!"

Headshot!

"Hey, make no mistake, is this kid a monster!" Just now, Old Jeff saw Fang Zheng hit the rotten man's shoulder, and thought that he had hit it by mistake at this time, but at this time, after seeing the same rotten man's headshot, Old Jeff was horrified.

From Fang Zheng to the present, Old Jeff has not seen Fang Zheng use a shotgun, Fang Zheng has always been holding a pistol, seeing that Fang Zheng can adapt to the pistol so quickly, Old Jeff is already shocked in his heart, thinking that the two pieces of equipment are accompanied by accurate special effects, Old Jeff guessed that these aspects must have helped him.

But at this time, with the Winchester M1783 lever shotgun, this kind of shotgun can actually hit the shoulder of the prey 100 meters away with the first shot, and can calmly hit the ear with the second shot and the third shot from 80 meters away, this kind of record is too terrifying.

Moreover, on the way, Fang Zheng also changed a target within 20 meters, and when it was solved, he turned his head and fired again, which can already explain a lot of things.

But Fang Zheng didn't know how surprising what he did, for Fang Zheng, shooting was really like what Old Jeff said before, it was all based on feeling, when the feeling came, the gun seemed to be like a part of his body, although Fang Zheng couldn't make him feel like a part of himself, but he could find the same feeling, it was like typing for a long time, thinking of a sentence and being able to type it without looking at the keyboard, it was like a habit.

Casually put the shotgun back into the storage ring, Fang Zheng's left hand Zhan Yu put it on his chest and was ready at any time, while retreating, the pistol was aimed at the rotten man in front of him, and he didn't need to aim too much and shoot directly, as if he was a battle-hardened gunman, he didn't need too much cumbersome preparation at all, as long as he was staring at the enemy, it was already their death time.

Each rotten man was only given one shot, and then Fang Zheng directly put the pistol into the space and rushed directly towards them: "Change the bullet, get rid of it!" ”

"What a madman." Unexpectedly, he was almost bitten to death by a rotten man on the ground before, and at this time, Fang Zheng had already dared to rush forward to attack, and the old Jeff's heart was unconsciously a little relieved: "Fake, what do I feel as a dead man, isn't it just a newcomer with full potential, and it's not the same world as me, is it because this kid was taught by me before?" ”

Fang Zheng didn't know that Old Jeff, the person who deliberately made trouble for himself, still had the heart to think about these useless things, and Fang Zheng, who rushed forward, had already kept the limitations of his physical strength in mind, and he didn't need to remind Fang Zheng to know that he couldn't use his strength too slowly, otherwise he would be unlucky at that time.

But Fang Zheng couldn't help but attack with all his might, because Fang Zheng suddenly thought of a question.

"The physical strength starts to recover after it is used, because the right to punch out can't get back enough physical strength, so it is generally like a stiffness and cannot attack, but what will be the result if I throw my arms with all my strength?"

There is a good saying, many geniuses are always considered crazy by the people around them, but crazy people are not geniuses, at this time, Fang Zheng has already shown enough madness, because as soon as Fang Zheng thought of this, he had already rotated the whole person of the left hand of the Battle Emperor Draw towards the rotten man in front of him.

Seeing these old Jeffs, he couldn't help but raise his gun, and secretly scolded Fang Zheng in his heart for being crazy, and he also regretted that he had rushed some ducks to the shelves, forcing Fang Zheng on the road of becoming crazy.