Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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When Yang Ming rubbed his eyes and repeatedly confirmed that he had obtained Han Xin's skill, a large amount of information suddenly poured into his mind, like a stone squeezed into a sponge.

Yang Ming originally thought that acquiring skills was simply using them.

But now, he found that he was wrong, and he was so wrong!

The information pouring into the brain contains all the information about Han Xin's gun, including the type of gun, how to use the gun, how to maintain the gun, how to use the gun against the enemy, how to train in peacetime, etc.

The gun is one of the ancient weapons of China. It is a long-handled stabbing weapon composed of a sharp blade and a stick. It is similar in appearance to a spear, with a handle longer than a blade. Strictly speaking, it is one of the eighteen weapons and the first of the four famous weapons. He is the king of a hundred soldiers.

Guns evolved from Ge and halberds. The most common ones are red tasseled guns, pewter guns, Liuhe guns, elephant iron guns, camel dragon guns, etc. The basic actions are mainly to stop, take, and pierce. There are high-level movements such as tart, bash, wrap, circle, stab, flutter, click, dial, and dance lanterns, which are not easy to control. They are commonly known as "nian stick, moon knife, long practice gun".

Holding his painful head, Yang Ming's face changed.

"call!"

After a while, the pain in the brain faded, and Yang Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was really frightened and sweated just now, almost thinking that he would not be able to hold the information explosion in his head.

"Find a branch to try and see how it works?"

Thinking about it this way, Yang Ming looked for a pine tree not far away and slammed down a branch. The branch was slightly longer than an adult's arm, which was suitable for Yang Ming now.

When he held the branch tightly in his palm and regarded it as a spear, a sense of familiarity surged into Yang Ming's heart.

This is derived from Han Xinxia's instinct to practice dormancy and winter practice 39!

After shaking a gun, Yang Ming showed it one by one according to the information in his mind. At first, it felt very rusty, like a baby learning to walk. After getting better, the speed gradually increased, and it became like Han Xin. Skilled control.

The magic of marksmanship is that practice makes perfect, familiarity can forget the hand, and the hand can forget the gun; roundness and not stagnation, and not worthy of being quiet, being calm and not moving, but being rich, unpredictable, and infinite.The gun has fictitious and real, strange and positive, it advances sharply, its retreat speed, its section is short; it does not move like a mountain, but moves like thunder!

There are upper, middle, and lower levels of guns. The main method is middle level. Therefore, there is a saying that "the middle level gun, the king of the gun, one of the most difficult to stop".

In the marksmanship, in addition to the skill of using a gun, there are also corresponding footwork, which should be light, fast, and steady, so as to "drive like the wind and steal as a nail."

Yang Ming seemed to have the guidance of a famous teacher, and he was out of control. While blending into the footwork, the strength of his waist, legs, and arms gradually merged with the gun.

Gunners, daring.

Since ancient times, the spearmen are lucky. Every time they shoot a gun, they have to hold the consciousness of death. Either the enemy will die first, or he will die first.

Yang Ming lifted the gun, his shoulders shook slightly, his waist moved with force, and the force was transmitted from his arm to the tip of the gun. The gun appeared like a dragon coming out of water. A bit of cold light came first, and then the gun came out like a dragon, with a faint scream. sound.

Thanks to Han Xin's decades of experience, although Yang Ming is only holding a branch, at this moment, it gives people a sense of sharpness!

Limited by the fact that this body is only a six-year-old child, and his physical strength is at its limit, after nearly half an hour of practice, Yang Ming felt that his entire right arm was as heavy as carrying a sandbag and had to pause.

"Let’s practice today."

Although physically tired, Yang Ming's spirit is still very excited.

Carrying a branch on his shoulders, Yang Ming turned and left. On the way back to the village, he came across Tang San who was going down the mountain.

Seeing Yang Ming sweating profusely and holding a branch in his hand, Tang San's facial expression was very strange, like meeting a bear kid who likes to kick other people's cars, thinking Yang Ming is as fresh as the brain circuits of those bear children. .Good mood literature website www.hxqwx.com

"Yang Ming, are you going home with this branch?"

"Right." Yang Ming tilted his head and looked at Tang San puzzledly, "What?"

"It's nothing, just be happy." Tang San's expression became more and more weird.

Yang Ming paused. He was just too tired just now and didn't react. Now he found that Tang San was looking at himself with a foolish gaze. Could this be bearable?

I'm the handle of Holy Soul Village!

"Third brother, what is your look?" Yang Ming walked towards Tang San, "Let's talk about it for brother."

Not to mention that Tang San has a mysterious power, and his physical fitness far exceeds that of his peers. He is an adult in his previous life, enough to look down on Yang Ming, the little kid in his eyes.

Seeing Yang Ming pressing harder, Tang San didn't panic, smiled, and said in a coaxing tone:

"Yang Ming, you should go home early, otherwise the village chief will spank you."

Stopping in front of Tang San, looking at the other person's head no smaller than himself, Yang Ming felt very good in his heart. He didn't underestimate Tang San, the protagonist of the original, just because he had just gotten the golden finger. After a while, he had an idea.

"Third brother, do you want to run a race with me and see who runs back to the village first?" To get Tang San to agree, Yang Ming also deliberately said, "If you win, I won't call you third brother any more. Your third brother!"

Tang San curled his lips and said in his heart:

It's not because you have a thick-skinned face, and you keep calling me third brother because of the village chief's cover, or I would have asked you to change your mind.

However, Tang San still felt very good to be able to make Yang Ming change his mouth. After all, he didn't want to have a elder brother inexplicably.

The two are in their positions.

"Three, two, one, run!"

At the moment when Yang Ming finished the countdown, Tang San relied on his own profound heavenly skill, raising his legs and leaning forward like a galloping pony, much faster than his peers, and immediately left Yang Ming behind.

Yang Ming disapproved of such a result, using the branch in his hand as a spear, using his skills to charge mercilessly!

With the branches supporting the ground, Yang Ming jumped up like a high jumper, magically drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and then landed first not far from Tang San.

"This... who can tell me what's going on?"

Tang San rubbed his eyes, and found that he was really right, Yang Ming jumped in front of him in a strange way.

How does this work!

Tang San didn't keep his hands anymore, doing the Tang Sect's light work to his heart's content, and soon caught up with Yang Ming.

However, in less than five seconds, Yang Ming repeated his old tricks and jumped in front of Tang San again.

The two went one after the other, cyclically back and forth, until Yang Ming took the lead in landing at the door of the village, grinning at Tang San who was a step late, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled:

"My stupid brother!"

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