The "Medical Department", a service-oriented society of Byron No. 1 University, supports half of the "medical security system" of Byron No. 1 University. Byron No. 1 University's non-combat club "Medical Department" provides the most reliable medical care for students at Byron No. 1 University - in other words, as long as you are at Byron No. 1 University, Byron No. 1 University's first-class medical team is always at your disposal!

For example, in the first moment when the starling fell to the ground, the car of the medical department drove over in a hurry, and after the medical car stopped at the entrance of the roadway, a group of well-trained white coats immediately got down, led by two carrying stretchers, and a group of people ran to the starling in small steps, when a person who looked the most professional squatted in front of the starling, and the stethoscope was attached to his chest, and then with a gesture, the well-trained medical department carried him on a stretcher and took him away, ending the battle while leaving two people who were not injured.

"Amazing...... Awesome!" Shangguan Qingyue was stunned in place, she didn't expect that this ** silk in her eyes was such an amazing person! The opponent who had not yet been leveled with her great efforts was killed in seconds in front of Han Feng!

This is the head of the Ministry of Divine War!

The ambulance bell of "Wow Wow Wow Wow ......" gradually became quieter, and Han Feng's murderous eyes were still staring at the ambulance that disappeared into the distance, and he couldn't calm his anger for a long time. Although the two guns were already inserted back into their trouser pockets, their fists were still clenched, and the hard fists highlighted the lines of veins, eager to catch up with the ambulance and punch the beast twice.

"Han Fengjun......" Shangguan Qingyue didn't endure the fatigue of the duel with the starling, and his physical strength was exhausted at this time, so he buried himself in Han Feng's arms, "Lend me to rely on ......"

Han Feng was just stunned for a moment, and then, looking at Shangguan Qingyue's snuggling appearance, his violent eyes were much gentler.

Han Fengjun's body exuded a refreshing fragrance, which made Shangguan Qingyue feel that at this time, she was so safe and he was so safe.

It should be safe to have such a person as a minister.

Probably, Shangguan Qingyue thinks that the Divine War Department should prosper soon.

Byron No. 1 University, the second member of the Divine War Department, is called Shangguan Qingyue.

The moment Shangguan Qingyue came out of the office, he decided that he would definitely help Han Feng in the future and realize his dream. Seeing the chaotic appearance of Byron No. 1 University before, Shangguan Qingyue was still a little puzzled, thinking that she didn't belong here, but when she registered in the office, Shangguan Qingyue figured it out, and it was good to have Korean style. Shangguan Qingyue looked at Han Feng gently, and her solid and reliable figure calmed Shangguan Qingyue's confused and restless heart.

"Go back to your dormitory," Han Feng sent Shangguan Qingyue to the girls' dormitory, looking into the distance, "We have a freshman entrance ceremony tomorrow!"

Shangguan Qingyue nodded, and finally glanced at Han Feng affectionately, "You are really strong, practicing a fighting style like yours, you must have paid more than other gunmen." ”

Shangguan Qingyue didn't have to think about it, when she saw Han Feng's extreme playing style, she completely understood how much Han Feng had paid to become stronger.

"I really want to know what you were doing before you came to this university!" Shangguan Qingyue smiled at Han Feng, from the first time they met, to now, Shangguan Qingyue really admires Han Feng several times more.

Han Feng's original smile froze. Han Feng's stiffness was only a matter of a moment, and it was an inadvertent expression when Shangguan Qingyue's gaze shifted.

"Get familiar with your roommates!" At the door of the girls' dormitory, Han Feng didn't answer Shangguan Qingyue's question, but just pointed to the door of the girls' dormitory, "It's late at night." ”

Everyone knows such a problem. Han Feng sighed unwillingly.

Han Feng fell into deep thought.

Gunmen with inaccurate marksmanship

I'm a gunslinger who doesn't know how to shoot well, there's no doubt about that, I knew that from a very young age.

My hometown, in a small town in the west, which is not big or small, not near or far, not rich and not particularly poor, is closed to the town, I remember it is the name. It's at least a place with a nice view, endless green fields stretching out to the blue sky, and the breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers and grass, yes, this is where I was born and raised. Objectively speaking, it is pleasant and livable here. Although here at the same time ignorant and superstitious. Like most villages in the area, you don't feel the blessings of modernity.

This world is like this, the rich are very rich, so they don't care about some parts of the world, they are still backward and primitive. There are organizations or institutions in the east and west, but in the center and west, this area is known as the land of lawlessness and abandonment by people. Compared with other villages in this area, the development of the closed town is not bad.

But at least there is a mother. The family is not rich, nor is it poor, so let's live, live a life, and live with my mother, but I am also happy and happy. At that time, I was not a gun god, just an ordinary township boy. I never thought that my life would be like this in the future.

There is also an older brother at home, and the elder brother, like his father, rarely comes home. I heard that my father was in the sailing business and had no time. The elder brother, on the other hand, went to Byron No. 1 University and rarely went home.

Only my mother was at home with me. Fortunately, my mother is a good mother who always encourages me and guides me. My mother was not superstitious and taught me to do everything on my own, not as a fictional god. My mother taught me the common sense of being a human being, as well as everything in life and learning. In my memory, she often stroked my head and smiled and warned me that I must be reliable as a human being. My mother hopes that I will be a good person in the future, and my mother hopes that I will be a good man who takes care of my family in the future, and I don't have to carry too much, not like my father and brother.

At least I was happy with my mother.

Happiness is a jar of honey, when it does not see the bottom, it is impossible to feel its changes, until the day when happiness stops abruptly, people will suddenly find that the honey is gone, and life has completely changed. It's like the plot of two movies, twisted together and twisted together, which is unacceptable. Then, the style of life has changed, everything will not be adaptable, the day's work will become really fast, maybe the last second, you are still smiling, just like me at the moment when happiness ends.

I would say that on my seventh birthday, everything changed.

Six years ago, on my seventh birthday, right by the river in my hometown, my mother was attacked by an inexplicable black hole and sucked in, but no one knew what was happening. When I was struggling in this world, the last birthday present she left me was a pair of guns, the pair of revolver twin guns in my hand.

She told me to be strong, to be self-reliant, to fight for a goal, to tell me a lot. But he didn't tell me how to live without a mother.

The worst I cried as a kid was probably that time. In the place where my mother was sucked away, I looked at the riverbank and stayed quietly for a long time, not knowing where I came from or where I was going. The heart is empty. When I got home, I habitually waited for my mother's smiling face to open the door to greet me, but when I came back to my senses, it was just an old-fashioned wall clock at home. I have been looking for who killed my mother, I have been searching, I have been searching, but there is no result, and now there is no result.

The father did not arrive at home until long after the mother's death. What kind of person is my mother, my father didn't say anything, and my father didn't say anything about my mother being attacked by a black hole. For him, the loss of his wife was like nothing had happened, just like my brother, who lost his mother, and felt nothing. My father rarely came home, and just like my brother, there was one less member of the family who seemed to have no influence on anyone but me.

Not even a funeral.

After losing my mother, I was the only one left in the family. I found a dirt bag in the backyard and planted a branch to be my mother's grave.

I can't stand this family anymore, there is no mother's home, and I am the only one.

No one told me how I should live without my mother. No one told me that I was seven years old, so I was on my own. So, at the age of seven, I became a wild child.

I fought with the children at the mouth of the East Village, went wild with the children at the head of the West Village, and in the days when my mother was away, I did what my mother would definitely not let me do. I can only make some fox friends and dog friends, at least they can accompany me like my mother, so that I don't hold my head and cry at home alone. But it's all different, they have parents, and whenever I see them snuggled in their arms, I can only stand silently behind them, snuggling up to a tree.

I discovered that there was no substitute for my mother. When I was discouraged, I would put a flower on my mother's grave, complain to an empty grave for a long time, and then cry over the two guns my mother left for me. There is not even a photo of this grave.

And how my mother died, I don't have a clue.

This life is like mud.

I found out that I was different from other children when I was seven years old. Not long after my mother died, I noticed that my body began to produce an unknown, faint yellow aura, mysterious, dangerous, but out of my control, running out from time to time. When this aura comes out, I feel as if I am very destructive. That's right, destructive, I can't control this power, when the yellow breath is exuding urgently, everything I touch will be damaged because of this breath, and those who approach me will also be shaken by this breath. Over time, none of the frightened playmates stopped playing with me.

After being a wild child for less than a year, he was isolated and discriminated against because of this damn breath. What's worse is that not only the children, but the town is located in the underdeveloped west, and it is located in a remote area, which is a very superstitious town. Even the adults say that this is a disaster.

If you are a child, at most, you will be isolated and will not play with you. But in the presence of incorrigible adults who are ruthless, sophisticated, self-righteous, and superstitious, in addition to isolation and discrimination, there is also cruel violence - whether you are a child or not.

Towards the end of the year, on a dark and windy night, my home was burned down, and there was nothing left. Fortunately, I got lost while I was out collecting wild vegetables for dinner, and I came back late, otherwise, the purpose of some townspeople would have been achieved.

"Haha, Calamity, I guess you'll be burned to the ground!" When I was about to get home, I saw the fire, heard the smug cheers of the adults, I wondered what they were celebrating, and I followed the firelight to see, but what caught my eyes was only my house, which burned nothing but charcoal, and smoked black smoke.

I understood everything in an instant. Tears ran down my cheeks.

No more need to say anything, no need to show up. That day, I twisted my head and left this sad place.

Now that I think about it, maybe fate didn't let me die, so I deliberately lost my way that night and missed my calamity.

No kidding, this is just the beginning of the suffering.

All the bizarre things happened in this year, and all the misfortunes happened in this year. In this life, I feel more and more like mud. If he hadn't come in time, I guess I would have been cast a distorted shadow of anti-humanity now, and I would definitely not be standing here anyway.

The man who changed my life was from Byron No. 1 University.

Thinking of this, Han Feng's eyes turned red.

Five years ago, I was eight years old. Expelled by the villagers, wandering.

"Get out of here!" In a tavern, a person was kicked out by Xiao'er, only to see Xiao Er's rude punches and kicks until the eight-year-old child in front of him was kicked out. The eight-year-old child lay on the ground weakly, listening to Xiao Er's scolding in despair.

He said that they sent disaster stars and Hanako in their store, and Han Feng accounted for both of them. And this sentence, Han Feng has heard it countless times.

Superstition is the same everywhere.

Hungry, helpless, and exhausted, Han Feng saw that even the passers-by looked at him and deliberately avoided him. made him wonder if he was a disaster star.

Thinking of this, Xiao Hanfeng's yellow aura involuntarily emanated again. Kicked up dust all around.

"Come out, come out, the breath of this calamity!" the adults gathered around, "You calamity, get out of our village!"

Han Feng didn't know how many times he had been kicked out of the village like this. Because of this damn breath, this calamity-like, visible yellow breath. Han Feng looked at the vast sky, so, where are you going to go in the next moment?

I don't know. Han Feng limped away under the hostile gaze of another village resident.

Do you want to starve to death like this, or freeze to death when night falls, or do you want to become food rations for tigers and leopards in the wilderness? Han Feng just thought at this time, death, it was only a matter of time.

I want to live, I don't want to die here without meaning. I want to live and not disappear into this world like ants.

Looking at the gun his mother left for him, Han Feng burst into tears.

Mom, what should I do?

Perhaps, this is the way God arranged for me to die. The stomach was growling, and the young Han Feng could only lick the dew on the wild grass next to him.

As long as it's food, anything!

Quiet, Han Feng sniffed into the mountains and forests - it was so fragrant, it was the taste of food!

It's like grabbing a life-saving straw when falling into a torrent. Because of the motivation, Han Feng has the strength, and he can run quickly, although the running seems staggering because of the lack of physical strength, but Han Feng did speed up the pace. Pulled by the full **, pulled by the instinct to survive.

The smell was very close, Han Feng struggled to pick up the bushes, sniffed carefully, and was attracted by the aroma of food, Han Feng gradually found the right place.

Han Feng only poked his head out and saw a group of people burning dishes, it seemed to be a traveler, or something, anyway, he just saw this, and then, Han Feng felt that his brain was hit by a blunt object, his head buzzed, and he fainted.

What the hell is going on!

When Han Feng woke up, he was already tied up in a tent, it was the kind of five-flower tie-up, and Han Feng couldn't move even if he wanted to.

Where is this, Han Feng looked around. The layout of the tent was simple, a table, a stool, all with disgusting black oil attached to it, and it looked shabby. The smell of cooking rice is still there, and Han Feng's stomach is still screaming.

"Boss," said a voice from outside the tent, "Boss, this is a child with divine pressure! This little rabbit cub crashed into here by himself, do you think we are unlucky?

With my own divine pressure? Oh, is it my yellow breath? Han Feng knew that he had fallen into the hands of human traffickers. It seems that he is in another place, and he is still very popular. Han Feng is downplayed, for him at this time, it is enough not to starve to death.

Let others slaughter it, anyway, don't want this life. Han Feng's eyes were full of hatred.

Quiet, there were a few gunshots outside the tent, with the screams of the group of traffickers just now, and after that, there was silence.

"Is there anyone inside?" asked from outside the tent.

Han Feng smelled blood and began to be afraid. Who's going to kill me? Obviously, the guys out there have been killed. Please, I'm ......

Han Feng suddenly understood that he didn't want to die yet, no matter when he wanted to.

The tent was lifted, and there was only one person outside the tent.

"Please, don't kill me!" Xiao Hanfeng cried and begged.

The man outside the tent was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly.

Sum up.

Although the lone wanderer was a man, he watched Han Feng gobble down the food like a mother's tenderness.

"Eat slowly, haha, slowly. Little one, look at you, don't choke!" The lone wanderer couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Han Feng's eating appearance.

What a lovely kid.

The man was tall and thin, wearing a brown jacket and brown trousers, and cowhide boots. A wide cowboy hat pressed blonde curls on his head. There is not a single blemish on the white skin. Now Han Feng thinks back to him, and he is also thinking that when the master was in Byron No. 1 University, it can be regarded as a school grass, a very sought-after school grass.

"Don't worry, I'm from Byron No. 1 University, and I won't hurt you. "Even though he's a man, he's like a mother. Han Feng was reluctant to deal with him at first, but for some reason, although Han Feng saw him for the first time, he had an inexplicable sense of dependence. It seems that even the soul is saying that this person can be trusted.

Han Feng looked at the man incredulously.

"Byron the first...... Universities?" After a long silence, Han Feng finally spoke.

The man was also very patient, or more precisely, liked children: "Yes, the place where the divine power is cultivated, there are people like you. As he spoke, a holy white aura emanated from that person's body, "Divine pressure, that's what it refers to, children like you should go there, so that you can not only change your own fate, but also help more people change their fate!"

Not only can you change your fate, but you can also help others change your fate...... Is it really okay for me to be like this?

"Be my apprentice!" the man showed an innocent smile, "Anyway, according to my return to the university to submit the task, there are still a few days to spare, in these few days, how to use divine pressure to protect yourself, I will teach you!"

"My name is Han Fu, and I am the one who will be the chief graduate in the future!" Han Fu smiled slightly and stretched out a hand to Han Feng, "Don't worry, Master is very strong, and I am an angel-level powerhouse in the university!"

In fact, at that time, the name of the big gunslinger "Quick Dance Instant Gun" had already shocked the world.

He also has the surname Han ...... It's like my family, more like my family than my dad and brother. The dark ice in Han Feng's heart was melted little by little by Han Fu's hearty smile.

"That ......" Han Feng squirmed, looking very embarrassed, "Be my brother...... Good no good...... My surname is Han, and my name is Han Feng. ”

Han Fu was stunned for a moment—he was Han Tian...... Is it a brother?

"I have an older brother who is also at Byron No. 1 University," Han Feng said, "but he never cares about me, and I haven't even seen him a few times." ”

"Okay," Han Fu pressed his index finger against Han Feng's mouth, "Don't say it, I'll be your brother, and not only teach you the use of divine pressure, I'll teach you everything." ”

In the next two years, Han Feng's trajectory returned to normal.

"My master has nothing to teach you, I have only one magic weapon, and that is fast!" When Han Fu finished speaking, the gun in his hand was thrown out early, and a "bang" shot hit the third fallen leaf on the tree in the distance, "The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken!"

The wind rose, and countless chaotic leaves flew around Han Fu.

"Instant Gun!"

After a few shots, Han Fu was satisfied with the white smoke from the gun, and at the same time put on the cowboy hat on his head. Han Feng hurriedly went to check.

Han Feng carefully looked at every fallen leaf that was flying around just now, there were hundreds, and there was a small bullet hole in the middle of each piece.

Master is so powerful!

"Before awakening your legacy, you should train your speed to the extreme. Han Fu said to Han Feng, "Extreme speed is the key to being undefeated!"

"Yes, brother!" Han Feng was excited.

Han Fu smiled bitterly: "When you train, let's call Master!"

Han Fu took Han Feng to a windy forest, "When your mental strength and physical strength are raised to a certain level, your divine pressure will naturally be controlled." Now your priority is to improve your speed and fitness!"

There were a lot of fallen leaves in the training ground, and Han Fu said to Han Feng, "When the wind rises, you have to grab all the fallen leaves with your hands." ”

"Huh?" Han Feng tilted his head, "How is this possible?!"

At this moment, the wind rose and swirled and blew up the fallen leaves. I saw Han Fu rise up one by one, his hands dancing in the sky, and when he landed, he really caught all the fallen leaves, and there was nothing left.

"So you have to practice!" Han Fu smiled and touched Han Feng's head, "This is slow kung fu, even if you only catch one piece at the beginning, practice your hand speed, start from one piece, and you will improve little by little." ”

"It's very easy to improve your physical fitness, running laps, push-ups, sit-ups, as long as you can train your muscles, you can do it!" Han Fu said, "From today onwards, this is your major, and it is also a good foundation for the future!"

It seems that it is difficult and tiring to train the devil, but because of Brother Han Fu's presence, it is a lot easier. Probably, this is the first time I have felt happy since I lost my mother.

Start training in the morning, catch fallen leaves, and do physical training. Blood flowed from the worn hands and feet, mixed with the sweat, mixed into blood and sweat, drop by drop, on the land where Han Feng had struggled......

Spring, summer, autumn and winter passed in the blink of an eye, the wind rose, blowing away the fallen leaves, Han Feng closed his eyes tightly, held his breath and concentrated, suddenly, Han Feng's eyes opened, his hands were raised, and the first fallen leaf slid into Han Feng's hand. Han Feng didn't stop, I saw him jump up in the air, his eyes locked on the remaining eighty-eight fallen leaves, and his hands were sent out early, one by one. These hands are fast and there is no shadow.

This is the speed of the hand that draws the gun.

"Xiao Feng," Han Fu said to Han Feng during dinner, "Starting tomorrow, try your god position." It's strange to say, the master sees that you are already an inheritor, and I don't know when you passed it on. ”

Han Feng snorted violently, almost choking.

"Brother, don't be kidding, you didn't even do a good job as a divine power, why did you suddenly become an inheritor?"

Han Fu patiently explained to Han Feng, "There are many people like you who have divine pressure because of the inheritance of the god position. You must have inadvertently completed the lineage ceremony. ”

So, when exactly did the inheritance of the divine position? Han Feng was not most concerned about this, "So, what is the divine position that I inherited?" Han Feng was a little impatient for this.

"The God of Twin Spears," Han Fu said, "is a very powerful god." ”

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, it was the same as Master's divine position!

"It's different, my god position is the god of spears, although they are both god of spears, but the god positions are indeed different - remember, no matter what, it is impossible for two people in the world to inherit one god position at the same time!" Han Fu replied.

Han Fu said, his eyes were full of emotion: "Is it a god of two guns? It's also a fate between the two of us, it seems that it is necessary for me to go a little later and pass on this marksmanship to you!"

"First of all, I want to buy you two guns!" Han Fu said to Han Feng.

Guns, guns......

"Brother, I have a gun!" Han Feng took out a box in a hidden place and opened it, and a pair of well-made revolvers lay quietly inside, "This is a birthday gift left by my mother on my seventh birthday." ”

These two guns are......

Han Fu was stunned for a long time, and then he understood.

"Starting tomorrow, strengthen the training of marksmanship!" Han Fu looked at Han Feng and had a different feeling, "You are so lucky to have such a good mother." ”

Han Fu didn't speak, Han Feng remembered that for the rest of the night, Han Fu was looking out the window.

Outside the window, in the vast sky, there is nothing but this.

So, the big problem comes.

It is precisely because there was so much hope for this spear-wielding god that when the cruel truth is revealed, it becomes more painful.

It was at this time that Han Feng found that he had no talent for shooting, he didn't have any shooting talent at all, and he was a shooting idiot. It's like teaching a gorilla to write trigonometric functions and a hen to sing a symphony of fate. In fact, it may be even more difficult to teach Han Feng marksmanship.

The shooting percentage from three meters away is 27%, which is still the result of the Devil's extraordinary performance after training. In fact, the uncle who sells meat at the mouth of the East Village may have played better than Han Feng for the first time.

What is the use of a gunslinger who is not accurate in marksmanship!

Han Fu sat on the side, teaching Han Feng every movement and every detail hand in hand. It's a pity that it's useless, what should be missed, will still be missed. Han Fu would not suspect that Han Feng was lazy, from seven o'clock in the morning to twelve o'clock in the evening, during this time, Han Feng did not rest except for eating.

Day after day passed, day after night, and days and nights came and went. Two months passed in the blink of an eye. The bullseye of the three targets on the driving range is intact, and there are a few sparse bullet holes around the bull's-eye, and then, the trees, grass, and rocks around the bull's-eye are all holes, and these bullet holes can make people suffer from dense phobia.

More than 10,000 rounds of ammunition were fired a day. It's thanks to the spear god who uses the divine pressure to condense the bullet, otherwise, the cost of this bullet ......

Han Feng just hesitated, and he convinced himself. There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb. Han Feng decided to eat the difficult bone of marksmanship and climb this steep mountain.

The more Han Fu looked at it, the more wrong it became--Isn't this practice enough? No matter how good he is, he should have some achievements, and Han Feng is ...... Compared with his shooting results on the first day of learning marksmanship, Han Fu couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Han Fu is not the kind of person who will lose his temper, he will only look at the exhausted Han Feng suspiciously, Han Feng is panting, but there is no progress. The trigger was all red, Han Feng was worn out, and it was all blood, and Han Fu couldn't bear to look at Han Feng's bloody palm.

Isn't it too much, isn't it enough?

After shooting frantically for another month, there was no improvement, seeing that Han Feng was numb, but Han Fu had no choice - Han Feng, this child, did he end up with the gunman?

To say that Han Fu was just anxious and wondering, what Han Feng felt was only despair.

Why, why is it that the shooting is not accurate? Why is there no progress. There is no doubt that a gunman with inaccurate marksmanship is a useless gunman. Could it be that all my previous efforts have been in vain, that everything I have done before is useless, and that in the end it is just a joke of fate, nothing more?

Is it over?

After practicing for another two months, Han Feng cried, and Han Feng finally cried. A crystal tear, with remorse, unwillingness, and chagrin, flowed out.

Unwilling!

Han Fu saw it very clearly. Han Fu was thinking about something.

Han Feng was hating himself, hating his incompetence, hating his cursed fate.

It's obvious that the marksmanship is not accurate, why do you have to inherit the gun god!

Why does fate have to taunt people to give me hope to go on halfway, only to tell me in the end that I was actually a waste person from the beginning?!

Han Feng felt that his shoulder was patted from behind by Han Fu. It was night, quiet, only the tireless chirping of cicadas.

"Feng," Han Fu said to Han Feng coldly, "I want to fight with you!"

Yes?

Before Han Feng could recover and figure out what the master wanted to do, Han Fu's fist had already hit. Han Feng was caught off guard, was hit in the face, and fell over with a muffled nosebleed.

What is this for?

I saw that the master was still hesitating, but after a while, Han Fu didn't hesitate at all.

"Feng, give up learning the gun handle!" Han Fu said to Han Feng.

What, what is Master talking about? Why?

"No, Master, I know that my marksmanship has not improved, but please give me a chance, I can work hard......"

"It's not a question of hard work. In his memory, Han Fu still raised his voice rarely. After interrupting Han Feng's words, Han Fu then stretched out his right fist, "Come, let's fight!"

Master: This is ......

Han Feng didn't have time to think about it, of course, Master's major was speed, and he hit it early with a punch......

Did Master give up on me? Han Feng was desperate, and for the first time in two years, he felt so desperate and helpless.

Reflexively, Han Feng stretched out an arm to block Han Fu's punch.

Han Fu was pleasantly surprised, and seemed to have found a breakthrough. "Good boy, Master's next few punches won't be as slow as this punch. ”

Han Fu is trying, trying the limit of Korean style.

Han Fu stepped up his efforts and increased his fist speed.

Good boy, although he only ended up in a block and was beaten in a hurry, he was able to stalemate for a few rounds in my physical attack! Although he didn't do his best as a teacher, this guy seems to be a genius in individual arts!

Perhaps, the seemingly crazy road I thought of would work with Han Feng!

Han Fu's attack stopped, and Han Feng was out of breath.

"Master......" Han Feng pleaded, wanting to fight for a chance for himself.

Han Fu deliberately straightened his face, "Give up learning marksmanship, I'll still say this." ”

Sure enough, isn't it okay? Han Feng lowered his head, tears flowed out. After making trouble for a long time, I was swept out of the house, what a joke......

Suddenly, Han Feng felt that his head had been patted, and when he looked up, it was the smiling face of his master.

"Silly boy," Han Fu smiled, "I just asked you to give up learning marksmanship, but I didn't let you give up being a gunman." ”

Han Feng was puzzled and looked at the master puzzled. Isn't this marksmanship a sign of a good or bad gunman?

Master laughed haha: "Haha, haha, how is it possible, it is undeniable that marksmanship is very important to gunmen, but it is not all," Han Fu confidently drew a "seven" with his fingers, "At most, 70%!"

"The other 30 percent are other qualities such as physical skills. Your 70 percent is no play, but for the sake of the teacher, if you give full play to the other 30 percent, you can be a physical gunner!"

A physical gunner?

"That's right, Physique-Gunner!" Han Fu confirmed, "To be honest, this thing hasn't appeared before, and it was conceived for the teacher's own situation in response to your situation." It's crazy, it's unrealistic, and I don't know if it's going to work. If you want to cover 70% with this 30%, you have to have the consciousness that you have to suffer several times more than other gunmen. ”

Han Fu's few words made Han Feng full of hope again. If God has eyes, bless me on this uncertain road, fight again!

"Okay!" Han Fu clapped his hands and laughed, "That's the determination! Starting tomorrow, fight against me, the feeling of training physical skills!" Han Fu paused, deliberately putting on a very terrifying expression, "And-I won't be soft!"

Everything is finally on track.

So, I made the last struggle. It is precisely this last effort not to give up that I, Han Feng, stand here today.

Han Fu is really my benefactor and has changed my life. It is precisely because of Master, and because of this halfway brother that I have passed from this derailed life to another normal track.

That's nice.

Tears, in front of the girls' dormitory, Han Feng couldn't help crying.

"Han Fengjun, Han Fengjun!" Shangguan Qingyue stared at him suspiciously, looking at Han Feng's appearance very abnormal. Han Feng was finally pulled back to reality by Qingyue from his memories, and Han Feng reacted.

Practicing your fighting style, you must have paid more than other gunslingers. - Han Feng still remembered Shangguan Qingyue's question.

"Well, yes, but I'm lucky!" - Han Feng replied.

It was dark and the moon came out. The moon is full tonight, the moon is very big, very beautiful, just like spending it with Master, those nights, so happy.

After separating from Shangguan Qingyue, the matter was not over, looking at the full moon, Han Feng suddenly burst out with murderous aura, clenched the gun with both hands, and gritted his upper and lower teeth.

Eyes, hateful eyes.

I'm going to be the chief graduate, no matter what.

Master's dream is to become a chief graduate, he told me and told me repeatedly. Later, when I learned that Master had been inaugurated as the fourth Chief Graduate and that her dream had come true. The fourth chief graduate of Byron No. 1 University, "Quick Dance Instant Gun" Han Fu. But......

I'm going to be the chief graduate, no matter what.

Han Feng clenched his fists and smashed the wall beside him with one punch. Tears poured down again, and Han Feng shed a lot of tears today. There are tears of emotion, and there are tears of hatred.

Just a few months after Master became the Chief Graduate, my favorite Master, the most kind Master, and the "elder brother" who changed everything about me were killed by that miscellaneous person......

Damn it.