Supreme Medicinal God

"Come on! It's a mule or a horse. Let's pull out and walk!"

Ye Feng patted the two-two bar in his hand and looked at Liu Feng with unwillingness: "However, instructor Liu, you have to talk and speak. If I score better than you at a distance farther than you, you can remember to Fulfill the gambling contract. [Full text reading]"

"rest assured."

Liu Feng waved his hands disdainfully and said: "You don't have to score better than me. As long as you can shoot on the target, I will eat all the shells without saying anything!"

He sneered in his heart. This kid was so crazy that he hit a target one kilometer away with a bar of two or two. He wanted to hit a target better than himself. First hit the target before blowing this bull.

"Don’t, I don’t like to bully people. It’s only a thousand kilometers away that you have a better result than you to win. But you’d better pray to God now, so that the old people can take advantage of my ten shots. Kung fu, give you a mouth that can bite the steel core bullet."

Ye Feng smiled, then stretched out his hand to Nie Qingwu, and said, "Instructor Nie, give me a new magazine."

Nie Qingwu also wanted to see if Ye Feng had the ability. After hesitating, he handed the magazine to Ye Feng, and then squeezed the intercom to notify the reporter to move the gun target to a kilometer away.

At this time, the students in other classes also looked around the shooting range after hearing the news.

And the other group of instructors, when they heard that Ye Feng was going to use the 82 bar to challenge a gun target one kilometer away, everyone was shocked. They said that this kid was really crazy, and the cowhide was almost blowing. Heaven.

A thousand meters away, the target paper has turned into a small black shadow. It's hard to get on the target, let alone want to score better than Liu Feng, the army's recognized sharpshooter.

Shocked, all the instructors led the students around the shooting range, intending to see the excitement.

The target was quickly erected, and the target paper a thousand meters away looked as small as a fingernail.

One thousand meters, can this be done?

After looking at the target paper and then Ye Feng, Nie Qingwu's eyes flashed with curiosity.

Although she knew that Ye Feng was not simple, she really doubted that this guy could hit the target paper.

As for the rest of the instructors, they have been shaking their heads continually, saying that this is simply impossible.

Even a real sniper cannot use a rifle of eight or two to shoot more than ninety rings a kilometer away.

Not to mention that Ye Feng was the first time he touched a gun, and he was a complete novice.

Even they all set Ye Feng as a negative model, and warned the new students under their hands not to be as good as this guy. They just dreamed of being a sharpshooter after touching the gun.

"You still have time to regret now, as long as you apologize to me, I can end this farce."

Liu Feng put his hands on his chest and looked at Ye Feng proudly, taunting.

"Is it a farce, I will know later."

Ye Feng made a sound quietly, then lay on the ground, put the buttstock against his shoulder, and cast his internal force into his eyes. According to his keen judgment, he constantly adjusted the angle.

"Waste bullets..."

Looking at him, Liu Feng shrugged and looked disdainful.

boom!

But before he finished speaking, Ye Feng simply pulled the trigger neatly and shot it out.

The bullets flew at high speed, bringing everyone's heart into the air.

No one knows what the final result of this shot will be.But as far as they feel, it is possible to miss the target.

Thousands of kilometers away, the target paper is no longer visible, and the target can only be fed back by the reporter.

rustle……

A shot came out, and after a short pause, there was a burst of radio noise before Nie Qingwu's walkie-talkie was about to talk.

Humph!

Liu Feng shrugged disdainfully, as if he didn't have to listen to the content at all to know what the result was.

A novice who touched the gun for the first time challenged a target a thousand meters away, which was a joke at all!

"One target hit, ten rings!"

After a short period of silence, there was a loud voice full of excitement from the reporter on the intercom.

Hit!

Ten rings!

The crowd was boiling, and everyone's eyes were brushed on Ye Feng's body.

No one thought that Ye Feng would be hit with this shot, nor did he expect that this shot would hit ten rings.

They couldn't believe their ears. A freshman who had just touched a gun was able to hit the ten rings a kilometer away!

This is no longer beyond description, but a miracle without compromise!

boom!

But at the moment Ye Feng didn't pay attention to the outside noise and shock, and calmly pulled the trigger again.

Crisp gunshots sounded one after another, one after another, just like fried beans!

Ten shots ended quickly, the scene was as silent as death, and everyone was waiting for the final result given by the target.

It must not exceed ninety rings, and his first shot must be just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse!

Liu Feng's face was gone without the previous arrogance, and there was only anxiety and uneasiness. He kept praying in his heart, hoping that Ye Feng's first shot was only hit by mistake, and the next nine shots were better off the target.

"Report Nie team, ten shots on target, accumulate a hundred rings! The brothers all want to come over and see this sharpshooter, I hope Nie team approves!"

A moment later, a very excited voice from the target was heard on the intercom.

Ten shots, ten rings!

"God, is my ear okay, is this true?"

"A new record was born! One kilometer, one hundred rings, it seems that our old errands can still serve for a few more years."

Instructors spoke with incredible emotion.

As they say, one thousand meters and one hundred rings, this is a new record.

It is the eighty-two bar, which is an old gun with a different complex to the Chinese army, and it has the most brilliant splendor.

Except for Wang Zihao, who wanted to recover his self-esteem while shooting, and some of his fox friends, all the freshmen who came to the military training base to participate in military training cheered and jumped up.

Ye Feng's performance is not his pride, but the pride of his new students.

Hit, he hit!

Liu Feng's face was ashamed and murmured. He looked at the target paper thousands of meters away, but he was too slow to return to God.

One thousand meters, this new record that he had long dreamed about but could not touch, was actually done by Ye Feng.

This cruel reality is really difficult for him to accept.

"I want to see the target paper!"

In the end, Liu Feng shivered and said to Nie Qingwu.

Nie Qingwu sighed. She knew that Liu Feng was struggling to die, but she still told the target reporter on the intercom: "You can come and bring the target paper."

After a while, the target reporter arrived and came with them, as well as the target paper.

At the center of the ten circles of the target paper, the bullet holes from ten bullets S are clearly visible.

The cracked bullet holes, like mouths that were wide open, were mocking Liu Feng mercilessly.

(End of this chapter)