Seeing that Ye Fan agreed so happily, the corners of Sun Xiang's mouth on the opposite side rose slightly, as if the trick had succeeded.

And Tang Annie next to her was extremely nervous, pulled Ye Fan's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Fan, don't be strong!

Prior to this, although Tang Annie had seen the scene of Ye Fan's sword slashing evil and exerting great might, in her opinion, no matter how extraordinary Ye Fan was, it was impossible for him to often touch firearms.

This competition can be said to be based on one's own shortcomings and the strengths of attacking others, which is in the hands of Sun Xiang.

However, the next moment, Ye Fan looked at her, a smile like a warm winter sun bloomed on his face, he reached out and gently stroked her hair, and said:

"Rest assured, Anne, I've got you covered! All you need to do is trust me!!"

For some reason, when she heard this, Tang Annie's heart trembled slightly, and she felt a sense of security that she had never felt before.

She suddenly recalled that yesterday, when she was in a desperate situation in the face of the attack of the Resentful Ghost King, it was Ye Fan who stepped forward, like a god, and killed the Resentful Ghost King with a snap of his fingers.

It seems that as long as he is by his side, even if the sky falls, he doesn't have to be afraid!

Thinking of this, Don Anne's pretty face turned red for no reason, as if she had been smeared with a layer of rouge, revealing a different kind of charming style.

Seeing this scene, Sun Xiang was even more angry, thinking that the two of them were looking at each other, and secretly said that they would stay on the shooting range and must clean up Ye Fan fiercely.

"Say, how can we compare?" Ye Fan asked.

"It's very simple! 50-meter pistol shooting, one magazine, 10 rounds, a total of 100 rings! Whoever has the highest score will win! I'll shoot first, if you don't understand something, you can ask me!"

As he spoke, Sun Xiang turned around and walked briskly to the nearest shooting range.

Seeing that there was going to be a shooting competition here, the guests in the shooting range also gathered one after another and commented:

"Oh! Brother Xiang went into battle in person, there is a good show to watch now!"

"Hey...... Brother Xiang is the king of guns in our shooting range, there are no bullets, and the highest records in many projects are left by Brother Xiang!"

"Which guy who doesn't open his eyes dares to compare marksmanship with Brother Xiang, it's like playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong!"

The surrounding public opinion almost overwhelmingly supported Sun Xiang.

Under the watchful eye, Sun Xiang picked up a 5.8mm caliber Type 92 pistol.

Compared with similar foreign pistols, although the Type 92 pistol is slightly inferior in workmanship and life, it is more suitable for the hand shape of the Chinese people, the grip is comfortable, the natural directivity is good, the two sides of the tiger's mouth bend are thinner, it is not easy to get rid of the hand, and it is suitable for shooting targets.

Suddenly, Sun Xiang made a gesture to signal everyone around him to silence, and then took a deep breath, restrained his smile, his face sank like water, and forced himself to concentrate and abandon all distractions.

He held the gun, raised his arm, and aimed, without distraction, as if everything in his sight had dissipated, and only the target paper fifty meters away remained.

For a moment, even the crowd of people watching around held their breath and clenched their fists, affected by the tense atmosphere.

......

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, deafening.

A silver bullet pierced through the chamber, as fast as thunder, and in an instant, a bullet hole appeared on the target paper 50 meters away.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Sun Xiang's face did not change, his eyes were cold, and he fired a shot every few seconds, and on the right arm holding the gun, the muscles trembled and the green tendons jumped.

In the eyes of outsiders, his movements are clean and smooth, without any drag.

In just half a minute, he finished firing all ten bullets, and then took a long breath, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

A true marksman, after training day after day, will develop a super strong feel, and according to the feeling at the moment of shooting, you can know the final ring number and the result.

At this moment, a staff member immediately ran to the opposite side, took off the target paper, and shouted at the same time:

"Five 10 rings, five 9 rings, a total of 95 rings!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone around them was amazed:

"Oh my God! It's worthy of Brother Xiang, as soon as he came up, he hit 95 rings, it's amazing!"

"Even if it's the main member of the provincial shooting team, it's just that!"

"Brother Xiang is a member of the Sun family, after the door, these are just basic operations for him!"

......

Hearing everyone's compliments, Sun Xiang's face was full of unconcealable pride, and he held his head high, like a proud male peacock, out of the limelight.

Immediately after, he turned around and looked at Ye Fan condescendingly, and said arrogantly: "Boy, it's too late for you to admit yourself now! Otherwise, when you will play, you will only be embarrassed and humiliated!"

In the face of this provocation, Ye Fan's face did not change, and he said lightly: "Hmph...... You've lost 5 rings, and you're embarrassed to show off? It's ridiculous! If I'm you, I'll just buy a piece of tofu and kill you!"

"You !!"

Hearing this, Sun Xiang seemed to be greatly humiliated, and he was so angry that he trembled all over, and he was about to vomit blood.

And the other people in the audience also seemed to have heard something incredible, and looked at Ye Fan with neurotic eyes.

You know, this 50-meter pistol shooting seems to be simple rules, but its difficulty is far beyond what people can imagine.

The target paper of the 50-meter target, with a diameter of 16 centimeters, is equivalent to an Apple mobile phone placed horizontally.

Adults with a visual acuity of 5.0 can no longer see the number of rings on the target paper from 10 meters away, and at a distance of 50, the black fist in the target paper is only the size of a ping-pong ball in the line of sight.

The diameter of the 10 rings is only 1 centimeter, which is not as big as a dime, and it is impossible to see with the naked eye.

In the absence of a scope, it is considered good for ordinary people to be able to hit the target paper, let alone hit 10 rings.

The players of the national Olympic design team can't actually see the number of rings on the target, and they rely on the "gun sense" that they have practiced day after day and year after year.

Under normal circumstances, even an Olympic champion would not be able to score 100 rings every time.

Therefore, Sun Xiang just scored 95 rings, and he is completely proud of his capital, and almost everyone in the shooting range can't compare to him.

And now, Ye Fan is very disdainful of his achievements, and he is too arrogant in the ears of others!

The powerful pretending is called bullshit!

Those who don't have the strength to pretend to be forced are called stupid!

In everyone's opinion, Ye Fan dared to speak wildly and make wild words, which was clearly pretending to be forcible!

......

Suddenly, Sun Xiang glared at Ye Fan viciously, gritted his teeth and said, "What a sharp-toothed boy! Don't just know how to fight mouths, you can do it!"

"In that case, I'll show you the gap between you and me!"

Ye Fan said, walked forward quickly, picked up a Type 92 pistol, opened the safe, and aimed at another target paper 50 meters away.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Most of the people in the venue are shooting enthusiasts, with rich experience, and their vision is naturally extraordinary.

At the first time, they found that Ye Fan's posture of holding the gun was very amateurish, and the whole person was loose and loose, and he was clearly a layman.

For a while, everyone's faces showed a look of sarcasm, and they said disdainfully: "Cut! I thought he had some ability, and after a long time, he was a pretending criminal!"

Just when everyone was about to see Ye Fan's joke, Ye Fan suddenly seemed to think of something, and instead of shooting directly, he turned his head to look at Tang Annie next to him and asked, "Annie, can I borrow your handkerchief?"

Handkerchief?

When Tang Annie heard this, she was slightly stunned, I don't know why at such a critical moment, Ye Fan would ask such a question.

However, she still took out an embroidered handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Ye Fan.

"Thank you!"

Ye Fan smiled slightly, then spread out the handkerchief, covered it in front of his eyes, and tied it tightly behind his head.

"Boom!"

This action is like a boulder smashing into the calm water, stirring up a thousand waves and causing an uproar in the field.

Everyone in the venue, including Sun Xiang, had their pupils constricted, their mouths opened into an "O" shape, enough to swallow an egg, their faces showed a look of seeing a ghost, and their hearts set off a monstrous wave, and they were so surprised that they couldn't be overcome.

In their hearts, an incredible thought was born at the same time-

What are you kidding? Is this kid going to shoot blindfolded?!