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"Brother, it's up to you to play this time. ”

Fan Wenlong blocked Tang Fengyue's way and said kindly.

Tang Fengyue sneered in her heart, this guy wants to see himself make a fool of himself. But I'm sorry, Uncle Ben won't satisfy you.

"Great master, I hope you don't die too ugly. ”

Meng Di hugged his sword, his face indifferent.

The movement here has attracted a lot of attention. Many eyes began to look at Tang Fengyue.

Handsome, this is the feeling at first glance, so handsome.

Tang Fengyue's face is uniquely handsome, and there is a faint evil intent in the handsomeness. The women's faces were full of crimson, and in the soft smile of the teenager, they felt that their hearts were beating faster than ever.

It was a strange feeling that when the other seven people stood with Tang Fengyue, they naturally became foils.

"Choose your weapons, memorize your martial arts, and remember, you only have a stick of incense. The housekeeper did not forget to remind him.

The other seven people immediately stepped forward, and after a while, they chose their weapons, and they probably thought about it from the beginning.

When they finished choosing, Tang Fengyue began to look at the remaining weapons. No way, he has never practiced weapons, and he doesn't want to practice, he has always only liked his own hands.

The knife is gone, the sword is gone, the whip is gone...... In this case, Tang Fengyue's gaze fell on a silver spear, walked over, and picked it up.

Fan Wenlong squinted and smiled: "As the saying goes, the moon stick is a gun for a lifetime. The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, and it is the most difficult weapon to master, and it seems that Brother Tai is very confident in himself. ”

Tang Fengyue didn't bother to pay attention to this kid, and wanted to kill himself for this little trick. Uncle can even wield the cannon on his body freely, it should be hard, it should be soft, and he will not use this kind of silver-like spear?

Tang Fengyue didn't notice it at all, after he picked the spear, many people's faces changed.

As Fan Wenlong said, the gun is the most difficult to master among all kinds of weapons, and just the three actions of moving, buckle, and piercing are enough to train people with ordinary qualifications to death.

There have been sword kings, sword kings, and whip saints in the martial arts, but they are peerless powerhouses who have not used guns to prove the Tao.

This perception assessment was originally short, and Tang Fengyue chose the most difficult gun, which made many people feel incredible.

"Old Fang, you are an expert in gunning, what do you think of this kid's marksmanship?"

The deputy commander asked Fang Rusheng beside him.

Fang Rusheng shook his head: "This son has never practiced guns at all. But anyone who practices guns, because they have held guns for many years, will have a layer of heavy calluses on their palms and knuckles. But when I look at it, the palm of my hand is smooth and flawless. ”

The deputy commander was stunned when he heard this, and his face suddenly sank: "It's been a long time, does this kid think everyone is playing with him? Or is he fooling me and waiting?"

The voices of the two of them were not deliberately lowered, so many people heard them.

At this moment, everyone has a feeling of being played. One by one, disdainful or angry eyes were cast towards Tang Fengyue.

"It's kind of embarrassing to come here. ”

"The first-class assessment of the City Lord's Mansion, this person dares to be so contemptuous!"

The crowd couldn't help but shout and curse.

"Hmph, I'll see how you end up. ”

Fan Wenlong cranked the folding fan in his hand, with a calm smile on his face, as if he was enjoying a clown's performance. Meng Di held his sword in both hands, and the corners of his mouth also evoked a very faint sneer.

"Silence. ”

As soon as the housekeeper in charge of the assessment slapped the table, nearly 10,000 people immediately quieted down. The housekeeper glanced at Tang Fengyue, his old face was solemn, and he had already equated Tang Fengyue with frivolous uselessness in his heart.

"The assessment begins. The butler flicked his sleeves and said.

The eight people immediately opened the cheats in their hands and began to look at them with full attention.

Tang Fengyue really didn't expect that he just chose a gun, which caused such a big reaction from everyone, it was really a fuss.

After the housekeeper announced the start of the assessment, Tang Fengyue's mind suddenly became extremely quiet.

Since his spiritual power was infected by the power of the Worry-Free Heart Sutra, it seems that he has really become more and more 'worry-free', and his spirit can be concentrated anytime and anywhere.

It's a terrible talent.

"Shadow Gun Three. ”

Tang Fengyue carefully watched the gun path martial arts in his hand, and his mind also fluctuated with the movements of the characters drawn on the page.

"First shot, Phantom. ”

"Second shot, Chikage. ”

"The third shot, no shadow. ”

The shadow gun three styles seem very simple, after all, they are only three styles, and there is only one action for each style, but the more you look at it, the more you can find that the three strokes of the marksmanship are not simple.

For example, the first shot phantom pays attention to shaking the gun with the strength of the wrist to create many phantoms in order to confuse the opponent. Shaking a gun is easier said than done. Not only does the power have to be strong enough, but you also need to have a subtle control over the power.

If one is not good, it is estimated that the phantom did not shake out, and his wrist will be damaged.

Tang Fengyue had no distractions, and her whole body was immersed in the perception of the 'Shadow Gun Three Styles'. His mind went blank, and there seemed to be a vague figure waving a gun.

Tang Fengyue himself has a good understanding, he can be called a genius, and later he was infected by the power of the Worry-free Heart Sutra, and his spiritual power surged, which made his understanding even stronger.

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time. Tang Fengyue was awakened by the sound in his ears, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a series of mocking and teasing eyes around him.

"It's time, let's start the exercise. The housekeeper's cold gaze swept over the eight people on the assessment, and paused on Tang Fengyue for a moment.

Several people immediately began to rehearse.

However, it is obvious that they are all in vain, and even a few of them even get the moves wrong. It's not that they're stupid. The time of a stick of incense is short, and normal people are probably at this level.

"Brother Tai, why don't you practice your marksmanship?" Fan Wenlong shouted at Tang Fengyue.

Tang Fengyue ignored him, but his right hand clenched the silver spear. In the depths of my heart, an impulse to not dance or be unhappy suddenly rose.

Boom!

The spear swept through the air, and the silver spear streaked through the air, causing a dull sound, as if someone was beating a drum.

"Phantom!"

Tang Fengyue's eyes were frighteningly bright, as if there was starlight flickering in them, and a shot stabbed out fiercely, moving forward. The spear was half-pierced, and the strength of his wrist surged, and he carefully controlled the power in his hand according to the feeling of his heart.

Brush Brush Brush!

The silver spear twisted, and suddenly shook out a silver gun shadow, like a poisonous snake sweeping through the air, and suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

It was as if a meteor pierced the dark night sky. Just for a moment, the eyes of everyone present were attracted by the shadow of the gun.

"It can't be!"

Seeing this scene, Fan Wenlong's movement of shaking the fan suddenly stiffened, and the smug smile on his face solidified.

Meng Di's hand holding the sword tightened, and his pupils contracted violently.

Tang Fengyue didn't care about the reactions of the people around her, she was just immersed in her own world. The right arm stabbed hard, so as to remove the reaction force from the shaking gun, and he turned around and shot again.

This shot attack was even more urgent, like a continuous rainstorm, and the heavy white gun shadows bloomed like flowers, which simply dazzled everyone's eyes against the backdrop of the sunset.

"Old Fang, this ......"

The deputy commander was already dumbfounded, and then looked at Fang Rusheng on the side, and found that the commander, who had always been as steady as a mountain, had a dull face like him. No, even more shocked than he was.

No one knows better than Fang Rusheng how difficult the Shadow Gun Three Styles are for beginners to practice. Because this set of marksmanship was originally created by Fang Rusheng.

In all fairness, if a marksmanship genius who has practiced for more than ten years can use the three-point artistic conception of this marksmanship in a stick of incense, it is enough to impress Fang Rusheng.

But Tang Fengyue, obviously he has not practiced guns, but in the time of a stick of incense, he fully showed the five-point artistic conception of the three styles of the shadow gun, which ......

Fang Rusheng didn't even know how he should express his indescribable shock at this moment.

Could it be that this young man is a gun genius, and his own judgment is wrong, he has practiced guns before, what kind of medicine did he use to hide the calluses on his hands?

Fang Rusheng found that his thinking was a little confused, and he quickly took a deep breath. But the joy of getting a treasure in my heart can't be suppressed.

In front of everyone's eyes, Tang Fengyue took a deep breath, sighed, and released all the strength of his body on the gun, and suddenly stabbed out.

Rumble!

The gun was out of his hand, the tip of the gun was trembling, and when it pierced through the void, there was a terrifying sound of a boulder cracking, making people can't help but guess how powerful this shot was.

Tang Fengyue was half-kneeling on the ground, panting, and her light blue clothes were half wet.

Don't look at him, he just performed three forms. In fact, in order to create the effect of 'Shadow Gun Three', it is necessary to ensure the output of high-intensity internal force at all times.

Even when it came to the last shot, Tang Fengyue had not used it completely, and the gun had already been taken off.

However, no one would laugh at Tang Fengyue about this matter.

The five-point artistic conception of marksmanship was displayed by a teenager who had never practiced a gun in a stick of incense. This, this makes many people feel like they are in a dream, and they still have a feeling of trance.

The housekeeper in charge of the assessment had wide eyes, looked Tang Fengyue up and down, and looked Tang Fengyue straight to the hair. What does this bad old man want to do?

The ice on the butler's face melted in an instant like the scorching sun, replaced by the kindness and gentleness of the grandfather next door.

"Tang Fengyue, five points of artistic conception, pass the test!" the butler said loudly, and even his voice trembled slightly.

Five points of artistic conception, especially considering that this young man may not have practiced guns before. Thinking about it this way, such a talent can almost be compared to the two young people in the house, right?

If the city lord knew about this, I don't know how he would react.

There was silence all around, and then there was an uproar.

"This kid is hiding too deeply. Five points of artistic conception, in the past three years, only the only two Grade A guards who have been admitted can be slightly better. ”

"I don't believe it, I don't believe this kid hasn't practiced guns before, otherwise he would have gotten it. ”

"Even if others have practiced it before, this understanding is much stronger than ours. ”

There was a lot of talk. Previously, they were all kinds of cynicism about Tang Fengyue, but now, they are all kinds of beautiful words.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, very good. The deputy commander laughed and was very satisfied with Tang Fengyue: "Shaoxia, you are also tired today, it is better to go back and rest as soon as possible, so as to prepare for the next round." ”

Tang Fengyue nodded modestly.

"Anyway, there are only three people who pass the first round. In my opinion, there is no need to go back, it is better to directly advance the second round of actual combat to the present. ”

Just when everyone was about to disperse, the Meteor Sword Meng Di suddenly blocked Tang Fengyue's way, and shouted loudly in his mouth, shaking the audience.