Zhao Feng smiled slightly, he was sure in his heart, he put down the gun, and said to Gu Jin: "I'm ready, let's start the game." ”

Lin Tiancheng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "You won't try a few more shots?"

Zhao Feng shook his head and said, "No need." ”

"Okay, since you're going to start, let's get started. ”

Gu Jin smiled proudly: "Wait a minute, don't blame me for not saving face for you." ”

Lin Tiancheng had to say: "One person with five shots, the one with more total rings wins, the draw is re-fired, the twenty-five meter fixed target, the 50-meter fixed target, and then the moving target, the one who wins two of the three games wins the final victory, the game starts, who comes first?"

Gu Jin said sarcastically: "Let him come first, I'm afraid he won't have the courage to shoot after I finish fighting." ”

Zhao Feng was very surprised and said: "Are you sure? You won't have a chance to shoot after I shoot, I'm not mentally prepared, you are in such a hurry to call me grandpa." ”

Gu Jin sneered: "Sharp teeth and sharp mouth, wait to see if you still smile or not, with this grinding kung fu, it is better to start shooting quickly." ”

Zhao Feng smiled, lazily waved the gun in his hand, and said disdainfully: "No matter how many rings I play, you will lose." ”

The corners of Gu Jin's mouth twitched, and he was not even in the mood to talk to Zhao Feng, he had seen many arrogant people, but he had never seen such an unprovoked arrogance as Zhao Feng.

Those arrogant people finally knelt in front of him, and Zhao Feng was no exception.

Zhao Feng raised his gun, put himself in a posture, and tilted his head to look at Gu Jin: "Grandson, are you ready?" Grandpa is ready to shoot." ”

Gu Jin was once again angered by Zhao Feng's words, endured and endured, and finally endured it.

Let's let him be arrogant for a while, the more arrogant he is, the more cool it will be to step on him later!

In Gujin's self-hypnosis, Zhao Feng shot.

"Bang bang ......"

Five shots in a row!

"Second Ring!"

"Four Rings!"

"Six Rings!"

“...... Eight...... Eight Rings!"

"Ten, ten rings!"

At first, the target reporter thought that he had seen it wrong, but after a closer look, he was right, and a row of bullet holes was stunned from the bottom to the top, clearly listed on the target.

Luck, or ...... Deliberately?

The target reporter was not sure about this, but after he finished reporting the target, it was already boiling.

"Twenty-five meters target, a total of thirty rings, at this level, you dare to shout with Gao Gongzi? haha, it's just a humiliation!"

"That's it! Gao Gongzi just shot him casually, isn't it easy to abuse him?"

Different from those dog-legged thoughts, Lin Tiancheng was a little stunned at this time.

If Zhao Feng's five shots were all lucky to hit the target, then his luck was too good, right?

And two, four, six, eighty, how lucky is it to have this kind of ring?

Lin Tiancheng's eyesight is good, and he can clearly see the bullet holes on the target when he stands here.

From bottom to top, each shot jumped a ring, neatly arranged.

Even if he has many years of shooting experience, he can't control the shooting position so accurately, and it is more difficult for the sharpshooters of the Wolf Tooth Force to do it, I'm afraid that only those perverts of the dragon soul will casually hit this kind of ring, right?

But Zhao Feng ...... It's the first time I've touched a gun before!

Is this guy pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

But in such a situation where the winner is determined by the number of rings, what is the use of showing off one's marksmanship?

"Brother Zhao, are you pretending to be too much?"

Lin Tiancheng leaned over and whispered: "It's a ring number, but it's not marksmanship." ”

Zhao Feng smiled and said meaningfully: "Don't worry, it's impossible for him to surpass me." ”

Gu Jin glanced at Zhao Feng coldly, but he didn't expect that he had been pretending before.

However, he seems to have overdressed.

Do you still want to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger? Gu Jin sneered, this time you will become a real pig!

Gu Jin raised his gun, sneered at Zhao Feng, and then shot confidently.

"Bang!"

"Nine Rings!"

Nine Rings?It's not perfect, but it's enough to beat him.

Gujin frowned, steadied his hand, and pulled the trigger.

At the moment when he pulled the trigger, Zhao Feng flicked his fingers imperceptibly, and a wisp of true qi gently interfered with the bullet that was discharged.

And then......

"Seven Rings!"

Seven rings!?How can it be so low!?

Gu Jin frowned, looked down at his gun, but no matter how he looked at it, there was nothing abnormal, so he settled down and raised his gun again.

“...... Five Rings!"

The target reporter's expression at this time is extremely weird, according to this rhythm, could it be that the next two shots will be three rings and one ring?

What are these two people messing with? Comparing marksmanship? But aren't they competing for rings?

Gu Jin's forehead was faintly sweaty, he also felt that something was wrong, and glanced at Zhao Feng who was sneering next to him, Gu Jin had to bite the bullet and lock the target again and pull the trigger.

“...... The Three Rings ......"

The target reporter is already about to laugh out loud, it's really a three-ring!

Zhang Shaotong smiled at the moment, and looked at Gu Jin and Zhao Feng thoughtfully.

Gu Jin must be very serious, he didn't release the water, and this situation does not allow him to release the water, after all, it involves the dignity of his high son.

But now this is happening, how can this be explained?

Could it be that Zhao Feng's ghost?

Zhang Shaotong frowned slightly, unlike Gu Jin, these real high-level figures, all kinds of news in the small circle are relatively well-informed, he knows more, he knows that some masters are very terrifying, and it is not a problem for the flesh to open the stele and crack the stone, and even some people can do it with hundreds of enemies and thousands of enemies, but they never take it easily.

However, even those masters can't interfere with the accuracy of a person's shooting, right?

Zhang Shaotong was there thinking about the reason, but Gu Jin had already been put on the fire at this time, and now he had a total of twenty-four rings, but Zhao Feng had thirty rings, and in the next shot, as long as his rings were below six rings, he would lose!

In normal times, a twenty-five-meter target, not to mention the sixth ring, the ninth ring and the tenth ring are not a problem, but the strange situation that happened at this time made Gu Jin lose confidence.

Could it be ...... Next shot...... Will it really be a ring?

Gu Jin glanced at the periphery of the target, no matter how he said, with his level, it was impossible to hit only one ring at such a close distance.

It should have been an accident before, and it was an accident...... That's right, it must be......

Gu Jin glanced at Zhao Feng again, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, stabilized his trembling hands, held the gun tightly, took a deep breath, and locked on to the target in front of him.

We will definitely succeed!

Absolutely successful!

Gujin hinted at himself in his heart, and at the same time regained the feeling he usually had when shooting targets, and after a while, he felt that his heart had finally calmed down, and he had also found the feeling of being one with a man and a gun.

Now is the time!

Gu Jin opened his eyes violently, his eyes flashed, and he pulled the trigger in an instant!

The moment the bullet left the chamber, Guzin smiled triumphantly.

This shot, he has confidence.

Definitely the Ten Rings!

But......

“......”

The target reporter was silent for a long time and did not report the target, but in just a dozen seconds, it made Gujin here as long as if he had been tormented on the fire for more than ten years!

Finally, when everyone couldn't help but want to ask, the target reporter finally opened his mouth with a smile: "Off the target, off the target......

After reporting the target, the target reporter was also relieved, if it was really a ring this time, he would really have to burn incense later, because it would be too weird.

This shot went straight off target, probably the previous one was just a coincidence...... Right?

The target reporter could only comfort himself with this.