"Drink!"

"Hah!"

On the empty sand, a hoarse roar echoed.

The young man was holding a spear, still practicing basic marksmanship over and over again, and after a long time of training, all the yuan power in his body had been consumed, and the muscles in his body were extremely sore, and his physical strength was completely overdrawn!

His movements began to become slow, and the purple electric gun felt unusually heavy in his hand, and every time he swung the gun, he had to use all his strength, and his hands trembled incessantly.

However, he did not stop because of this, and continued to practice over and over again, although the moves were slow, but they were clear-sighted, and he had obviously found a way.

It's almost the limit!

Murong gasped heavily, and wanted to give up several times, but what Meng Nan said appeared in his heart, "You are already too far behind others, and this gap needs to be made up for with extra efforts!"

Amazing!

That's right, the path of the strong, there are no shortcuts.

If you want to become stronger, you have to fight with your life!

At this time, Murong relied on his tenacious will, holding back a mouthful of depression that had accumulated in his heart, and was struggling to persevere.

"Young Patriarch, stop and rest, you've been practicing for most of the day, let's stop here today!"

The old servant stood not far away, looking at the young man who was already soaked with sweat, and a heartache passed through his eyes.

"No, Grandpa Mu, I can feel that the realm of marksmanship is about to break through, and I can't give up halfway!"

"The teacher is right, sweat doesn't deceive!"

"I can feel that I am improving, this limit, I must break through!"

Murong gritted his teeth and persisted, and did not stop because of the old servant's persuasion.

The old servant froze, under the afterglow of the setting sun, the young man was covered with a layer of golden light, dripping sweat and reflecting the dim sun, it was so dazzling!

Farther away, Meng Nan stood on a rock, quietly looking at Murong on the beach, he didn't mean to stop the young man from practicing hard at all, but the satisfaction in his eyes couldn't hide it.

Murong's performance was perfect.

Even Meng Nan didn't expect that this young man, who had been pampered since he was a child, would have such a tenacious character lurking in his bones.

What he wants to see is this tenacious will to dare to challenge the limit!

For Meng Nan, who is armed with the anti-heaven weapon of the Dream Returning Method, the guidance of Murong can be carried out in a dream, but the premise is that the latter wants to fight for his own strength and can be recognized by Teacher Meng.

In Meng Nan's view, his students, their background is not important, their qualifications are not important, and their understanding is not important, the most important thing is to have a heart that never gives up and a tenacious will to face difficulties!

Only those who have these two points can achieve higher achievements in the future!

Murong did it.

This young man from an unusual background has been recognized by Meng Nan with a day of crazy cultivation!

The sunset finally disappeared into the sky, and night fell as scheduled.

When the moon rose above the sea level, and the thousands of moons stained everything silver, there was an exhilarating roar on the silent sand.

"Breakthrough!"

"My basic marksmanship has finally reached the realm of the first glimpse of the door......"

"I did it!"

"Hahahaha, Grandpa Mu, did you see it?

Murong held the purple electric gun in his hand, propped it on the ground, and his tired face was full of joy.

Yes!

He did it!

After a day of hard practice, he finally practiced basic marksmanship to the realm of the first glimpse of the door!

For others, this process will take at least ten days, or even longer!

"Great!"

"Young Patriarch, I knew that you were the best!"

The old servant's face bloomed with a heartfelt smile, and he responded loudly, but before he knew it, the corners of his eyes were already moist.

"I'm so tired......"

Murong swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, suddenly relaxed, and his endless exhaustion suddenly surged up like a tide, completely submerging him.

Syllable!

The boy collapsed on the beach.

"Ahh

The old servant was immediately shocked, rushed forward, looked closely, and immediately cried and laughed.

"Whew...... Whew......"

There was a slight heavy breathing of the young man in his ears.

He's asleep!

"This kid ......"

The old servant muttered, bent down and picked up Murong, dragged the spear, and walked towards the stone forest in the distance, silently, the curvature of the corners of his mouth quietly expanded.

In the stone forest, a bonfire was lit, the flames were churning, and a sea beast that had been skinned and cleaned was set up above, which had been roasted to a golden brown, and the fragrance was overflowing, which made people's appetite move.

Meng Nan sat by the fire, holding a piece of roasted meat in his hand and feasting on a large piece, this sea beast, but he specially ran out of the sea dozens of miles away to hunt and come back.

While eating, the old servant came back with Murong in his arms.

Meng Nan swallowed the meat in his mouth and said with a smile, "Mu Lao, come, try my craft." ”

Under the firelight, the old servant's face was slightly gloomy, and he carefully put Murong aside, and then sat down in front of the bonfire, staring at Meng Nan with burning eyes, "Why do you want to do this? ”

Meng Nan was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said, "You mean Murong?"

The old servant nodded, turned his face to look at the young man who was still asleep, and a heartache flashed in his eyes, "Is it useful to force him like this? You also know that cultivating martial arts is not an overnight thing." ”

"Hehe......"

Meng Nan smiled, put aside the meat in his hand, walked to Murong's side, and between his hands, a golden pill had already appeared in his hand, he stuffed the pill into Murong's mouth, raised his head to look at the old servant, and said, "Mu Lao, tomorrow, you will know." ”

"You ......"

The old servant was speechless, and a trace of dissatisfaction crossed his eyes.

Meng Nan smiled: "Don't worry, Murong is my student, I won't harm him, ...... tomorrow It's time to witness miracles!"

"What do you mean?"

A look of doubt crossed the old servant's face.

Meng Nan smiled mysteriously and said, "Haha, what's the matter, wait until Murong wakes up, come, eat meat, this sea beast is something I found with great difficulty......"

The old servant was helpless, but he could only sigh secretly, and he had nothing to do with Meng Nan.

After eating and drinking, Meng Nan extinguished the bonfire.

The old servant sat not far from Murong, leaning against a rock and closing his eyes to recuperate.

Meng Nan walked to the other side and sat down cross-legged.

Under the moonlight, he glanced at the sleeping Murong, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and a smile was raised.

"Boy, we meet in our dreams......"

When his mind moved slightly, and when Haoran's righteous qi permeated out, the dream returning mind method followed, and in an instant, a mysterious fluctuation came out of his body, silently enveloping Murong's body.

This night, Murong had a dream.

He dreamed that under the guidance of Teacher Meng, he not only cultivated the basic marksmanship to the realm of integration, but also learned a ground-level martial art - drip gun......