Qin Jing's face was not alarmed, and he still had a smile on his face as he drank wine and ate food. Yuchi Tian looked at it for a long time and was speechless. He knew the weight of his two iron whips very clearly. He was already born with supernatural power when he picked them up to hit people, and he was able to wield them as well as himself. It was like a god descending from heaven with infinite supernatural powers!
Liang Chuan, except for the whipping routine, was able to keep pace with him as soon as he got started. Yuchi Tian's eyes were a little wandering, and he stood stupidly, sweating profusely, and his mouth was dry and he couldn't say a word.
To put it bluntly, the two of them have the same routine. Just swing the whip as fast and hard as they can compete for strength! The whip also has the function of breaking armor. If you encounter an enemy who is armed to the teeth, the whip will look good on the outside, but the inside of the armor will already turn into pulp!
Liang Chuan swung it for a while, but felt that it was a bit overwhelming. Unless the person using this kind of weapon was stronger than him, he would have no choice but to fight with him, otherwise there would be no better way to break this whip technique.
"Ashamed, I can only do it twice, my arms are very sore." Liang Chuan handed the whip back to Yuchitian.
Yuchitian was still immersed in shock, and then he realized what he was doing. He took the iron whip with a wry smile and sat down to take a sip of wine. I have met my opponent. Brother, I don’t have much to offer, here,: " Brother Jing, it’s time for you to show your skills, otherwise we will embarrass you today.”
Qin Jing did not shirk. He took out a piece of silk and wiped his palms without leaving any oil stains. He held up his spear with a smile and said, "Brother Liang Chuan, look, is there a moth on the lampshade of the oil lamp?"
Liang Chuan took a closer look and saw that there was indeed a small black shadow on the silk lampshade. A closer look revealed that it was a moth, lying quietly on the lampshade without any movement, as if it was dead.
"Yuchi and I are the opposite of each other, one strong and the other soft. As the saying goes, spears can make dangerous moves as fast as lightning. Yuchi's whip technique emphasizes strength and fierceness. My spear technique is the opposite, using skill instead of hard work. The enemy is caught unawares by the flash of lightning."
One moment, Qin Jing was still talking casually, with a smile on his face. The next moment, the cold wind suddenly swept the fallen leaves, and his face suddenly covered with frost. He took a bow with his hips, grabbed the tail of the gun and held it back. The horse's stance is still the same, but the spear in his hand is like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. The spear head is sent forward, and a violent stab comes out. The body is as immobile as Mount Tai. Everything is completed in the blink of an eye, without half a moment. It's muddy and sloppy, flowing like clouds and flowing water, which makes people dizzy.
Liang Chuan felt a red flame flicker in front of his eyes, then put it back. Qin Jing held a gun and put the gun away.
The gun is like a velociraptor.
But Liang Chuan didn't understand what the shot meant, and could only look at Yuchitian. Yuchitian smiled at Qin Jing with satisfaction, turned to look at Liang Chuan who looked puzzled, and said, "Brother Liangchuan, don't you understand?" What's the name of this gun?"
Liang Chuan smiled and took it as acquiescence.
Qin Jing sat down and picked up the wine bowl again.
Yuchi Tian pulled Liang Chuan over and walked to the oil lamp. He bent down and pointed at the small black dot on the lampshade, and said, "Brother Liang Chuan, please bend down and take a look. What is this?"
Liang Chuan took a closer look and saw that the wings of the moth on the lampshade were slightly open. Before it could fly away, a big hole was punctured on the moth's back. Green juice flowed out. The moth was stuck to the lampshade, dead. Can't die anymore.
Liang Chuan saw a large amount of cold sweat streaming down his forehead. Not only was this shot fired very quickly, but it was also extremely accurate. He was unprepared just now. If it had hit his neck, he would have been completely cold!
Yuchi Tian gently brushed off the moth's body and said, "Look again."
Liang Chuan took a quick look and saw that the smooth and smooth lampshade had no holes except for the faint pink stains from moths! The shot just now was accurate to a millimeter, and it perfectly killed the moth on the lampshade, but did not puncture the soft lampshade at all!
This lampshade is made of silk, but it can be deformed and sunk in with a gentle poke with your hand. Qin Jing's control of the spear is so perfect that he only hurts moths without breaking the silkshade!
Oh my god, what a precise gun head, what a domineering power! The control of the gun head is like a blade shaving cold light, there is no more or less, no difference is too much! How many years of practice does it take to reach this level?
Yuchitian looked at Liang Chuan's expression, feeling like a kid who could finally let you take a high look.
"How about it? Brother Jing's martial arts skills are much higher than mine. It's easy to kill someone with this soul-finding gun."
Liang Chuan couldn't help but clapped his hands a few times. With the expression on his face, he was really impressed by Qin Jing's ability. I didn't even see clearly how the shot just hit me. If it had hit my body, a hole would have been completely cold!
"Brother Qin, how many years have you been practicing this skill?"
Qin Jing raised his head and thought for a while, sighed, and made a sound in his mouth. Then he thought for a while, and then slowly said: "It seems that I have been practicing for as long as I can remember. I must have been practicing for more than 20 years, no." I remember it so clearly.”
More than twenty years! Liang Chuan's heart trembled. As expected, people in ancient times who studied and practiced martial arts were ruthless people who could not be offended. They could practice something for more than twenty years and kept tempering to reach a state that ordinary people could never catch up with.
In the past twenty years, he had to endure a lot of hardships to achieve this level. Qin Jing just sighed lightly in his tone. . It leaves one endlessly imaginative.
"It's just a small trick." You can't find any complacency or pride on Qin Jing's face. He is always so bland. It is rare for people to have absolute skills but not be complacent. Liang Chuan looked at Qin Jing and said sincerely sigh.
"Does Brother Liang know how to use a gun? Do you want to try it too?"
Liang Chuan hesitated for a moment, but the gun attracted him too much, so he took it and looked at it for a while.
The gun body was very light and soft. It should have been soaked in tung oil. It was soft and tough. As soon as Liang Chuan exerted force, the gun body bent down. When he let go, it bounced back quickly, almost collapsing into his face. The gun body immediately Back to the original, straight and straight.
"I'll just poke it. I haven't learned any marksmanship." Liang Chuan walked to the wall with the gun and looked at a beetle hanging on the wall.
Liang Chuan's use of the whip just now surprised the two of them, and now they watched with interest as Liang Chuan used the spear.
He made a lunge sideways, holding the spear horizontally. He squinted his left eye and his right eye to measure the distance to the beetle and how much strength he needed to exert. After looking at it for a long time, he slowly pushed his hand out and tried to stab it first. After a while, he pulled it back and pushed it out again, feeling the strength between the two again and again. After he almost mastered the power during this period, he exerted force on his hands and waist at the same time, and thrust forward fiercely. The head of the gun was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. I heard a very slight sound coming from the wall.
The tip of the gun only lightly touched the wall, leaving a small hole as deep as a fingernail on the wall. The beetle was deeply pierced by the tip of the gun and was sticking to the tip of the gun.
Huge waves surged up in the hearts of both of them at the same time. How could this person not know how to use a gun? He is clearly a veteran.
Qin Jing had practiced hard for more than 20 years and nearly 30 years before he could achieve this skill. He knew that Liang Chuan's gun would never be able to penetrate it without the strength of holding it and firing it after five to ten years of hard training.
Liang Chuan took a closer look at the small hole, clicked his tongue, and said, "Hey, there is a huge difference in strength between the two of us! You can't even break a single thread, but you have smashed a big hole in my wall!"
Liang Chuan Xi's words were compliments to others, but to the two of them, they were harsh.
Qin Jing has been practicing hard for thirty years, but this kid can achieve more than ten years of achievements with just one punch. Isn't this a slap in the face of both of them?
The smile gradually disappeared from Qin Jing's face. First he was shocked, then helpless, and finally he slowly let go and smiled bitterly: "Sure enough, the strong will have its own strong hand. One mountain is higher than the other, and brothers are not as good as others." There is no dew on the mountain, which is extraordinary.”
The reason why Liang Chuan was able to grasp the power of the gun so accurately was entirely due to Li Chuyi's teachings to him back then!
Li Chuyi asked him to chop thousands of small pieces of wood every day, and each piece required a heavy axe. The weight of the ax is several times that of this gun, and Liang Chuan's control of the ax is accurate to the millimeter, not to mention this wooden gun that is several times lighter. You must know that if the mass of an object doubles, the difficulty of braking may increase several times. This is the same as controlling a heavy object in your hand.
Liang Chuan was born with divine power, and he was able to use his large force to control the small ones with ease. While others spend their entire lives working, he can succeed in just a short time.
Retracting and releasing freely is easy to say, but it is never easy to do.
Qin Jing's shock was not because he was jealous that Liang Chuan could produce such an effect without ever touching a spear, but because of his control of strength, the iron whip could produce the effect of falling sky, and the wooden spear could reach the point of a dragonfly. This was not something ordinary people could do. owned.
This is God's gift of rice.
Qin Jing said: "Brother Liangchuan will try this jujube in my hand again."
Qin Jing held a date in his palm, pushed it out flat with his palm, and placed it in front of Liang Chuan, signaling Liang Chuan to try again. This time, it was Qin Jing's palm that was pricked instead of the beetle on the wall.
Liang Chuan glared at Qin Jing. This kid must have drunk too much. If he does this, his palm will be as rotten as the one he just stabbed!
"Don't worry, I'm sensible, just go ahead and prick me." Qin Jing said calmly and confidently.
Yuchi Tian also nodded beside him, which meant it didn't matter, hurry up.
The skilled man was bold, so Liang Chuan didn't think too much, picked up the gun and fired another lunge. He put the gun away and fired, took aim twice, and shot out in one go.
Qin Jing's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw that bit of cold light. He still pushed straight with his hands, but his body took half a step back and moved backwards.
Liang Chuan's shot was like a strong wind, exploding like thunder on the ground, and pierced the date in Qin Jing's hand.
Qin Jing had already calculated the distance, and the cold light just fell on the fruit in Qin Jing's palm. The date was smashed, but Qin Jing had calculated that he had just taken half a step back, and the tip of the spear did not pierce the flesh of his palm, perfectly avoiding it. opened!
