Meng Nan took a step forward, and when his figure flickered, he had already appeared ten zhang away.

He stood still on the soft sand, turned his head, and looked at Murong with a flat gaze, "Lend me the purple electric gun!"

Immediately made a move with the right hand.

Call!

A gust of wind swept by, and before Murong could react, there was a numb in his hand, and the purple stun gun flew out of his hand!

Shout!

The purple shadow flashed, and the spear slashed through the void, with a full three-inch and three-point tip of the spear, flickering in the cold light in the sun.

Meng Nan reached forward with his right hand, and the purple electric gun fell obediently into his hand as if he had been summoned.

Haoran is running in good spirits.

Meng Nan raised his spear and thrust forward!

Rumble!

The astonishing momentum swept out from Meng Nan's body, and in an instant, he seemed to merge with the spear in his hand, forming a strange momentum that lingered on the tip of the spear.

Not far away, the old and young people, their faces changed color at the same time.

Murong was okay, he hadn't practiced any martial arts, he couldn't see the subtlety of Meng Nan's shot, he only felt a fierce aura sweeping over, and an overwhelming feeling surged out from the bottom of his heart.

The old servant is a real emperor-level martial artist, although he can't use his yuan power, but his eyesight is still there.

As soon as the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

He could see that Meng Nan's simple stabbing was indeed a move in the basic marksmanship, but it was a spear momentum, and only by practicing the basic marksmanship to the realm of perfection could such a vision be formed!

"The basic marksmanship that has been perfected is impossible to do without long-term practice......"

"Hehe, it seems that Meng Gongzi's best weapon should be a spear, and it is really hidden deeply. However, the luck of the young patriarch is really good, and he chose the ...... that Meng Gongzi is best at."

The old servant's eyes flickered, and his mind turned.

With this shot alone, he could conclude that Meng Nan's attainments in the way of the gun had reached an unimaginable level.

However, he didn't know that the basic marksmanship of perfection was only one of the three hundred basic skills for Meng Nan, and it was not worth mentioning at all!

Meng Nan didn't stop, he concentrated on his breath, and used a set of basic marksmanship one by one.

But I saw his figure flickering, his steps were flexible, and the purple electric gun in his hand walked with him, and in an instant, the shadow of the gun was dazzling.

Call!

Bang Bang Bang!

When the purple electric gun was wielded, it continued to hit the void, and suddenly burst into bursts of sound, endlessly.

The spear is like a dragon, and the momentum is like a rainbow!

Blocking, taking, piercing, pushing, picking, collapsing, smashing, shaking, entanglement, racking......

One move and one style, extremely simple, not out of the category of basic marksmanship, but when it is displayed in Mengnan, it has the effect of turning decay into magic.

The mighty gunpower shrouded all directions, and Meng Nan at this time gave people the feeling that it was like a tiger descending the mountain at the same time, and it was overwhelming!

"That's amazing!"

"It turns out that basic marksmanship can also reach this level!"

Not far away, Murong was completely stunned, and he forgot to close his mouth when he opened his mouth wide.

The old servant also nodded again and again, and a faint shock welled up in his heart.

A set of basic marksmanship seventy-two styles, Meng Nan quickly completed it.

Eventually, the purple stun gun turned into a dragon and bombarded the beach.

Rumble!

When the loud bang broke out, fine sand flew in the sky, and a huge sand pit appeared on the beach.

"Good!"

The old and young cheered loudly.

Meng Nan accepted the invitation and stood up, his face was not red or panting, and he turned his head to look at Murong, "This is the basic marksmanship." How's it going? Interested in learning?"

"I'm interested, teacher, I'm going to learn this!"

Murong nodded heavily, and a frenzy welled up in his blue eyes.

"Okay, come here, then. ”

"Basic marksmanship, based on the three basic moves of blocking, taking, and piercing, supplemented by moves such as picking and collapsing, shaking and fighting, combined with each other, and finally evolved into seventy-two styles, Murong, you remember, no matter how complex marksmanship is, it is actually composed of some simple moves, supplemented by changes in Yuan force, it can cause huge lethality, although the basic marksmanship is only seventy-two styles, but after proficiency, it can be completely ever-changing!"

"Worldly martial arts, according to the level of mastery of the practitioner, can be divided into five realms. One is the first glimpse of the door, the second is a little small, the third is to enter the room, the fourth is to integrate the knowledge, the fifth is to be perfect, your foundation is too weak, the more so, the more you must pay attention to the foundation. Therefore, before the basic marksmanship has reached the realm of integration, there is no need to think about cultivating a higher level of marksmanship!"

"Okay, then next, I'll teach you the first ......"

The two teachers and students started a basic marksmanship teaching class on the beach.

In view of the fact that Murong did not have any foundation in martial arts, Meng Nan could only teach him hand in hand and move by move.

Explain, demonstrate, and then let Murong practice by himself several times, and then Meng Nan corrected his wrong movements until Murong mastered the moves and memorized them.

At this time, Meng Nan showed extraordinary patience, completely tireless, teaching over and over again.

Fortunately, Murong's comprehension is not bad, and he can always grasp the main point quickly and then comprehend it.

In addition, the basic marksmanship is simple and easy to learn, and it only took more than an hour for Murong to master a set of basic marksmanship.

"Okay, you've learned the basics, and the next thing you have to do is practice more. There is no other trick to improve basic martial arts, you just need to practice constantly to let your body form a memory of the moves. ”

"Next, you can practice it yourself!"

"Oh, by the way, Murong, you remember, in terms of martial arts, you are already too far behind others, and if you want to make up for this gap, you need to work twice as hard to make it possible...... Come on, sweat doesn't lie!"

Meng Nan said, and walked away.

"Young patriarch, let's rest first!" the old servant said with relief as he looked at the sweaty young man.

"Rest?"

Murong stretched out his hand and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, gritted his teeth, his eyes showed a touch of firmness, and he shook his head and said, "No, Grandpa Mu, the teacher is right, I started much later than others, if I don't work hard, the gap will only get bigger and bigger." The only thing I can do is to make up for it with the time that others should rest, I want to continue to practice, and if I don't practice basic marksmanship to the realm of the first glimpse of the door today, I will not give up!"

As he spoke, he shook the purple stun gun in his hand, stabbed forward fiercely, and started a new round of training.

The old servant sighed and did not stop again.

Time passes, the sun is setting in the blink of an eye, and dusk is approaching.

on the beach.

The boy was still tirelessly practicing basic marksmanship, over and over again, even though he was already out of breath, he had no intention of stopping to rest.

In the distance, Meng Nan's figure appeared in the chaos of stones, looking at the young man who gritted his teeth and practiced his gun, and nodded secretly.

It's a test!

If Murong can pass, there will be a big surprise waiting for him at night!

Come on, boys!