Yang Ling had seen three people take action on the first night, and he knew the gap between himself and the three of them, especially since he still had phobia, so he was even more eager to improve his strength.
Seeing him like this, the three of them were full of admiration on the first night, and they were not idle, and went to practice separately.
I forced myself to suppress my excitement, took out the ancient books on the first night, and then studied them carefully.
The general outline of marksmanship is also very easy to understand. It roughly means condensing essence, energy, spirit and even mobilizing the energy of the surrounding sky.
Because Haoran's sword energy was similar to this kind of marksmanship, it was easy to understand on the first night. After thoroughly understanding the general outline, he began to study the first form of marksmanship - Wandering Dragon.
The first formula has a diagram:
A monk holding a spear jumped up high and then charged forward. The man was like a tiger coming out of the mountain, and the spear was like a dragon returning to the sea. He moved forward bravely and extremely domineeringly.
In addition to the atlas, there are also spear tactics:
The violent tiger Feng He condenses the murderous intention, and the spear is like a swimming dragon and he vows not to return!
The fierce tiger Feng He vowed not to look back. The meaning was very simple. The monk should move forward indomitably when using this spear. He should have the mentality of a brave man who is not afraid of thousands of people in front of him.
On the first night, he quickly understood the essence of this shot. He suppressed his excitement and rehearsed the shooting technique in his mind.
After practicing it more than ten times on the first night, he felt that he had mastered it and had a plan in mind. He went to the yard and took out a bamboo pole to use as a gun.
Finally, he rehearsed the marksmanship in his mind. On the first night, he mobilized his whole body energy, held his breath and concentrated, let out a loud shout, accelerated forward and then leaped high. The bamboo pole was thrust out with a single shot, and the sound of breaking through the air was like thunder.
As soon as the gun was thrust out, the sandbag used as a target in front of him remained motionless, but the bamboo pole in his hand exploded, and the bamboo shards flew like firecrackers.
"Uh, this..."
He was stunned the first night, and then recalling the feeling of the spear piercing him before, he shook his head, knowing that the shot ended in failure.
The sudden loud shouts and thunder-like sounds outside the yard alerted Er Meng and others. They rushed out immediately, and they did not conceal their aura, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Brother Ye, what's wrong?"
While asking, she looked around and looked at the bamboo shavings scattered on the ground. Si Qingwu already understood, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Yang Ling didn't know what happened, the second dream was clear. She blurted out: "Where are you practicing with your gun?!"
It was at this time that the first night realized that his actions were a bit reckless, he laughed sarcastically and said: "Sorry, I forgot that you are still practicing in the heat of the moment."
"It doesn't matter."
Fourth Qingwu said casually, casually glancing at the bamboo chips, her pretty face was full of expectation: "How is it?"
"Needless to say, this shot must be so strong that the bamboo pole can't even withstand the explosion."
The second dream was full of confidence in the first night.
"Failed."
But I didn't expect that on the first night, I gave an answer that made everyone unbelievable.
"Failed? No way. I've seen the marks and techniques of the First Force Marksmanship. It's not difficult."
Fourth Qingwu was shocked. She blurted out what she thought of: "Could it be that the bamboo pole could not withstand the powerful energy explosion that led to the failure?"
"This must be the case. Brother Ye is accustomed to practicing Haoran Sword Qi and even inducing the energy of heaven and earth. He is also extremely familiar with spear shooting techniques. How could he fail?"
The second dream attributed the failure to the bamboo pole being too fragile to withstand the violent energy.
"It's not entirely because of the bamboo pole. It's probably because I haven't fully understood it yet."
The first night seemed to be answering the second dream, but it was more like talking to himself. After that, he kept chanting the spear technique.
"Baohu Fenghe, Baohu Fenghe, with murderous intent..."
After chanting the word 'killing intent', his eyes lit up on the first night, and he took another bamboo pole regardless of everyone's doubts.
Just like before, he held his breath and concentrated on the first night, then let out a loud roar, sprinted directly, and then leaped high, stabbing out his spear like a swimming dragon.
The only difference was that when he jumped up on the first night, his whole body was filled with murderous intent and then merged into the bamboo spear. After doing this, he immediately felt that the shot became much smoother.
That's right, when he used it for the first time, he only felt that the breath in his whole body was stagnant and not smooth at all. From this point alone, he knew that he had failed.
He was full of confidence in this first night of trying, because the spear pierced the air smoothly, and he even vaguely felt the energy from the sky gathering around him.
There was another thunder, and the bamboo pole exploded again, but the sandbag was instantly pierced with a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl by the force of the gun.
Not only that, the sand that was shot away behind the sandbag condensed like a spear and pierced the fence several feet away. The fence that was hit broke like a piece of wood.
"Oh my god, this, this shot is so powerful, I'm afraid it's even more powerful than a full-strength strike from a monk in the body refining stage!"
Yang Ling was dumbfounded. He looked at Ermeng beside him in disbelief: "Sister Meng, is this really the first time Brother Ye has practiced shooting?!"
"It's not the first time I've practiced shooting, but it's the first time I've practiced this style of shooting."
While saying this, Ermeng kept staring at the sandbag, her pretty face was full of shock: "The power of this shot is too powerful, far more than Brother Ye's previous marksmanship, even better than the Haoran Sword Qi. Give more.”
The words of the second dream made Yang Ling even more excited. Of course, he was also looking forward to the Haoran sword energy displayed on the first night.
Although he had seen Second Meng use Haoran Sword Qi, Yang Ling clearly saw that the spear used by First Night was more powerful, so he naturally looked forward to the Haoran Sword Qi he used.
"It's very strong, no worse than the Haoran Sword Qi used by Brother Ye."
Si Qingwu nodded, and then her beautiful eyes lit up: "A bamboo pole is a bamboo pole after all. It cannot exert the full power of this gun. If Brother Ye changes to a long gun..."
"It will naturally be stronger, even stronger than the Haoran Sword Qi he used."
Ermeng took over the words smoothly: "Especially after Dr. Wang integrated the sky crystal sand into the spear, the power will definitely be even more amazing."
Fourth Qingwu deeply agreed with this.
"Congratulations, Brother Ye, you also have a trump card in marksmanship."
Fourth Qingwu congratulated, and Second Meng and Yang Ling also stepped forward to congratulate.
However, it was as if he hadn't heard anything about it on the first night. He had been immersed in the feeling of firing that shot before. Seeing him like this, the three of them were confused but did not bother them.
"No, it's still wrong."
After pondering for a long time, he shook his head repeatedly on the first night: "It still feels like it's not that interesting. This shot should be more powerful when used perfectly."
"It's already strong, but it's not right?!"
Yang Ling was stunned. Of course, his inexplicable trust in the first night was wrong. For a moment, he was even more curious about how terrifying the power of a perfect shot was.
"Brother Ye, is there anything else wrong?"
Fourth Qingwu was very curious. She thought of something and continued: "Is it possible that I just practiced shooting and didn't have the mentality to face the enemy, so I almost missed it?"
After pondering for a moment, the first night nodded: "That should be the case. After all, your mentality will naturally be different if you are not facing a strong enemy."
Without waiting for Si Qingwu's answer, he added: "Of course, it may be because the bamboo pole is not a real spear. Maybe it feels right to take back the spear."
