The shooting range is at the very back of the venue and is very spacious.
The firearms were all shiny and well-maintained. Zhao Cheng was not familiar with firearms, but he just knew that these were guns, so he couldn't tell them by name.
"I haven't touched these things for a few years. Bring me some bullets." Wu Nian saw these guns and said to the nearby staff. He himself picked up one and quickly took it apart.
Putting it together again, it is obviously no stranger to it.
While doing these things, his face was also full of nostalgia. Naturally, there were no bullets in these guns. If you want bullets, you need the staff to get them. And during the target practice, there were people following, but they were
To prevent accidents.
"Hahaha!"
"Talking back to when we were on missions overseas, we talked about our dreams. I said I wanted to govern the country in the future. You said you wanted to be an explorer and dig for treasures all over the world. Wang Zi, who was there, said he wanted to open a big Internet cafe.
, be your own boss and play the game as long as you want."
"As a result, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye." Yan Jinghong also stepped forward, picked up a gun, and began to fiddle with it.
"Hahaha!"
"But now, I have gone to teach, and you have become the boss. Wang Zizai is really comfortable. He went overseas and became the leader of a warlord. He really didn't call me the wrong name." Wu Nian laughed.
Not long after, the staff brought in a box of bullets.
"How about a comparison?!" Wu Nian laughed.
"Okay!" Yan Jinghong nodded. After that, the two of them took the same small pistol. After loading the bullets, they fired at the same time, firing five shots in a row.
Two people, each shot five times, a total of ten bullets, but all of them missed the target. The staff looked a little confused, but Zhao Cheng was shocked.
He could see clearly that the reason why the five bullets fired by the two men missed was not because they were not accurate, but because they were too accurate. They were all in the air, and they collided with each other.
Where did these two gods come from?!
"I haven't done anything for so many years, so I feel a little rusty." Wu Nian sighed.
"Back then, I was able to shoot down your bullets in the air and hit the bull's-eye." At this point, he changed the topic and said to Zhao Cheng: "Zhao Cheng, don't think that our marksmanship is like shooting.
Hang up, ours is just a basic operation."
"This is the most basic gap between entering concentration and tranquility."
"Ordinary people may not be able to master this kind of marksmanship even if they have practiced hard for decades, but for swordsmen, they can basically master it as long as they have touched the gun for a period of time."
"And the most powerful swordsman is the sword. We can shoot down bullets with bullets and cut bullets with swords, which will only make it easier."
"Some senior swordsmen will even do human shooting experiments. One person, facing six guns, fired for three minutes without being hurt." Zhao Cheng heard this and thought about his performance in the dungeon, and he was not a swordsman yet.
Shi, he thought about the power shown by the blue-quality monsters in the dungeon.
It seems, it seems, that six guns fired in three minutes is not incomprehensible. You know, in the copy, the half-blue and half-purple martial arts overlord, Mie, beat him up with the wind of fists from a hundred meters away.
As for the attributes in the real world, they mainly focus on agility and spirit. It is not an exaggeration to have such speed and reaction.
"Zhao Cheng, come and try." Wu Nian handed the pistol in his hand to Zhao Cheng.
"When holding a gun, it's like holding a sword. Make sure that all your strength is integrated. Then there will be no problem. Then you can shoot based on your feeling." Wu Nian gave instructions to Zhao Cheng.
Zhao Cheng heard the words, slowly adjusted, and when he felt it was almost done, he immediately fired. With the sound of the gunshot, Zhao Cheng only felt a strong force coming from his hand, but it did not make his body shake.
Half a point.
And it was this shot that made Zhao Cheng know that what Wu Nian said was true. Once he had reached the realm, everything he learned was easy.
When Zhao Cheng shot the first shot, he was still a little off, but by the time he shot the third shot, he was already on target.
With eight points of mental strength and meticulous special effects, you can do this easily.
"sharp!"
"In the quiet stage, in the entire Tianmen, no, in the entire Yanhuang, there are not many people who can be more powerful than you." At this moment, Yan Jinghong saw something and immediately admired him.
Originally, he had overestimated Zhao Cheng as much as possible, but found that he still underestimated. Wu Nian also became serious, and he also saw Zhao Cheng's subtle realm.
"I have some doubts. You are the protagonist of the era."
"At this pace, I am destined to leave a name in history." Wu Nian murmured.
"You go out first." Wu Nian waved his hand and said to the staff. The staff looked at Yan Jinghong, nodded when he saw Yan Jinghong, and then retreated. When they were far away, Wu Nian said: "Old Yan, you lead
Let Zhao Cheng enter Confucianism."
"In the past, it wouldn't have been a problem, but recently there has been fierce strife within the Confucian sect." Yan Jinghong shook his head.
"It is not a good thing to enter Confucianism at this time."
"Then this is a huge loss for your Confucian sect."
"Zhao Cheng was only proficient in swordsmanship more than a month ago. Now he has not only entered the realm of master, but also has enough knowledge to understand the subtleties." Yan Jinghong's expression changed when he heard this, and he naturally knew the meaning contained in it.
After a long time, he sighed: "This is really a huge loss for Confucianism."
"It is a pity that although Confucianism was taught by saints, Confucianism cannot represent the saints after all. The saints' principles will last forever, but future generations of disciples cannot uphold them."
"Perhaps our Confucian sect will lose a future saint because of this."
"Let Xiaoyou Zhao go to the world to test the sword!"
"I appreciate your kindness. Confucianism does not have this virtue now."
"It is not a good thing if virtue is not matched."
"Besides, the most orthodox way is to test the sword in the world!" Obviously, Yan Jinghong not only has the temperament of a gentleman, but also the character of a gentleman.
Otherwise, for the sake of one's own family tradition, normally, even if they are not suitable, we must find ways to retain such talents.
Suddenly, everyone was silent. Zhao Cheng didn't know much about Confucianism, but he had read some history and knew that it was similar to a faction, or a circle.
In this era, although these things have long since faded, they still exist, but they are just not known to outsiders.
At the same time, he also thought that Yan Jinghong came to Tianmen not necessarily because of the death of his wife, but also to avoid disasters.
Things like factional strife are extremely cruel in the past, present and future. Throughout history, has there ever been a time when someone was not careful and died without a burial place?