"This is Baguazhang, you can't help but see it, thanks to your decades of practice."
Wang Dachun curled his lips and said.
Zhao Wuji's old face turned red, "You... hmph, of course I know Baguazhang, but yours seems to be different!"
He has naturally seen Baguazhang, but he has never seen such a powerful Baguazhang. The combined power of the eight palms is like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, which is overwhelming.
"This is a new version of Bagua Zhang that I have improved on the basis of Bagua Zhang. I call it Bagua Zhang."
Wang Dachun had previously obtained "Haichuan Diary" by Dong Haichuan, the master of Baguazhang, at Mei Ji's house. He often took it out to ponder and study.
Today, I suddenly had a blessing in my heart, and I had an idea and created the extremely powerful Eight Diagrams Palm.
Now that I think about it, I am really a genius!
Zhao Wuji squinted his eyes and savored Wang Dachun's words carefully, "Improved Baguazhang? What a Baguazhang!"
Although he has a weird temper, he is a martial arts fanatic. He was even more surprised when he saw Wang Dachun. He didn't expect that this kid could create his own martial arts at such a young age?
This is great! This guy is simply a freak!
It's not that easy to create one's own martial arts. It would be good if ordinary people could just copy the gourd.
Zhao Wuji was hit hard and felt that he was nothing in front of Wang Dachun, he was simply a scumbag!
"Hmph, boy, I admit that your kung fu is very good, but no matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of bullets. If you can beat me in marksmanship, I will do whatever you ask me to do!"
Zhao Wuji was definitely not someone who gave up easily. With a shake of his arm, a pistol appeared in his hand.
In fact, what he was most proud of was not his strength, but his marksmanship.
"That's what you said!"
Wang Dachun turned his hand, and a pistol appeared in his hand. This gun was obtained in the mine when he went to Myanmar.
Zhao Wuji's words were exactly what Wang Dachun wanted. As long as he defeated him in marksmanship, he would then ask him to be Li Xianhe's bodyguard, and he would not be afraid of not agreeing.
"Of course I said that. In terms of marksmanship, I am second. No one dares to believe that I am first. I mean to shoot wherever you go!"
Zhao Wuji said proudly.
"Really, I'm the same as you. I think my marksmanship is pretty good. I shoot wherever I point... I believe in being number one, and others don't even dare to identify me as second or third."
Just kidding, a few days ago the criminal police team hired me as a shooting coach. Although I have never trained before, special functions are special functions, and ordinary people cannot keep up with them even if they train.
"..."
Zhao Wuji laughed angrily, "Hahahahaha, your bragging skills are really top-notch. Let's stop talking nonsense and see the real deal!"
Wang Dachun nodded, "How do you want to compare, static target shooting or moving target shooting? Old man, don't blame me for not giving you a chance to choose first."
The corner of Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched, "Hey! Boy, you are so crazy! I will let you know today that ginger is still hotter than old!"
Wang Dachun curled his lips, "I'm afraid this old ginger will rot in the ground!"
"..."
Song Weilong glanced at Wang Dachun and said with a smile: "Uncle, it's not that I don't think highly of you. If you compare your marksmanship with my senior brother, you really can't do it. My senior brother has now reached the state where man and gun are integrated, and even the top sharpshooters are gone. You must be able to compare with my senior brother!"
In Song Weilong's view, Wang Dachun and Zhao Wuji's competition in marksmanship was purely looking for abuse.
Zhao Wuji immediately became proud, "How about it? I'm not boasting. My junior brother can prove it."
Wang Dachun turned the pistol several times in his hand and said with a smile: "Really, that's because your junior brother has never seen my shooting skills, otherwise he wouldn't think so highly of you!"
"..."
Zao Wuji snorted, "Boy, it's useless to talk. Let's compete with moving targets. Did you see that there are several birds on the two trees over there? Let's each choose a tree, and then shoot at the same time. , see who can shoot more birds.”
Wang Dachun looked in the direction of Zhao Wuji's finger, and there were indeed a few birds on the tree, chirping non-stop.
Wang Dachun shook his head, "It's better to forget about shooting birds. Protecting animals is everyone's responsibility. They are so cute, how can you do it?"
Song Weilong couldn't listen anymore and said with some dissatisfaction: "I see my uncle kills people without blinking an eye. Why can't he kill a few birds?"
"Can it be the same? The people I kill are all scum. I am doing harm to the people, and the birds eat pests. Don't you understand this common sense, Old Song?"
Song Weilong staggered at his feet, "Yes! You have many words and I won't argue with you, so what are you competing against?"
Wang Dachun looked up at the dragonflies flying in the sky and said to Zhao Wuji: "Old man, how about... let's compete in shooting dragonflies?"
Zhao Wuji almost fell down when he heard this, "I'll go! Shoot dragonflies? Can you stop being so crazy!"
He has only played shooting birds. Shooting dragonflies is something that only the crazy boy in front of him can think of!
Wang Dachun laughed loudly, "If the flies weren't too small and I was afraid of being shot, I would have wanted to shoot the flies!"
Li Ruoxi was afraid that the world would be in chaos, so she couldn't help but clapped her hands and said, "This is fun. This is the first time I've heard of using a gun to shoot flies!"
Zhao Wuji and Song Weilong looked at each other, and one word came to their minds at the same time: "Madman"!
Zao Wuji looked at the dragonflies flying in the sky and sipped his teeth, "Thank you, kid, for thinking about it. I have never played shooting dragonflies. Today I will go crazy with you."
Everyone knows that dragonflies are the most outstanding fliers among insects. Not to mention their speed, they can fly sideways, sideways, upside down, hover at extremely high speeds, make ninety-degree turns and a series of difficult movements.
The flight movements of many aircraft are imitated by dragonflies.
With the development of science and technology today, even the most advanced fighter jets and drones in the world cannot fly as flexibly as a dragonfly.
Wang Dachun wants to shoot dragonflies, which is simply a fantasy!
"Okay, I'll let you go first. Let's use six bullets as the criterion and see how many dragonflies six bullets can knock out!"
Zhao Wuji was also a ruthless man, and he did what he said. He quickly walked to the center of the yard.
Wang Dachun said: "Everyone found bunkers and hid to prevent bullets from falling and injuring themselves."
When everyone walked into the corridor, Zhao Wuji was ready to shoot. He looked up at the dragonflies flying back and forth and his scalp felt numb.
He really didn't know how to fight or where to fight?
Are you crazy? Why do you want to be crazy with that kid?
Bang bang bang...
After six consecutive gunshots, Zhao Wuji quickly ran down the corridor, and bullets soon fell.
Wang Dachun asked: "Old Zhao, how many dragonflies do you think you hit?"
Zhao Wuji sighed, "I don't know, maybe I didn't hit any of them!"
He just fired randomly without much aim, because he knew that this was an impossible task.
