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Chapter 2

The two stood opposite each other, their eyes facing each other, and the atmosphere was slightly tense.

In an instant, Zifeng pulled out a black pistol from his waist.

Does the dark gun body shine brightly in the setting sun? The red lines inlaid in the gun body add a bit of coquettishness and blood to the whole pistol.

The shape of the pistol is exactly like the sand eagle that Zifeng appeared in the previous game - Shura!It's just that a bayonet is missing, because Zifeng can't control the Sand Eagle Shura with one hand at all.

Zifeng first opened the safety of the gun.

click -

The bullet was loaded instantly, and the muzzle pointed at the rotten wood behind Xiang Yan!
Boom——

With a loud noise, Xiang Yan only felt a huge force hitting her face, and then, the sound of breaking wind rang in her ears.

boom--

Before Xiang Yan had time to think, tiny sawdust had already splashed out and hit him on the back.The sound is the sound of dead wood falling to the ground.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Xiang Yan's temples. The terrifying voice just now left a deep impression on his heart.

He turned around slowly, looked at the dead wood behind him, and didn't know what to say!
"Soul guide? No, it's impossible!"

Xiang Yan muttered a few words, how could an orphan like himself master such a powerful soul tool!

However, he did believe in one thing, that is, the little man in front of him had the strength to kill himself.

Ding--

Xiang Yan didn't hear a crisp sound, it was the sound of a bullet case falling.Zi Feng bent down, wrapped the shell in a rag and took it back.

On the dark red shell, engraved with a symbol that this world does not know - the Arabic numeral 1.

Zifeng engraved numbers on every bullet he owned, because, before he had the strength to fully protect this masterpiece that shocked the world of Douluo, the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Of course Zifeng understands the crime of Huai Bi.

Only Zifeng knew what the appearance of this gun meant to the world.

This is a Pandora's box, something that can make ordinary people and soul masters equal.

Hearing Xiang Yan's murmur, Zifeng smiled faintly, thinking that the soul guide would be the best, so that he would save himself from explaining.

"That's right, Soul Guidance Tool. As for why I have such a precious thing, it's a secret, but if you keep this secret for me, I'll teach you how to defeat those second generation ancestors, how about it!"

After Zifeng just showed her strength, she put away Shaying Shura.

Xiang Yan also recovered from the shock just now. Although the power of the soul tool is great, the power of the warrior itself is the root.

"Relying on foreign objects is not my way of fighting!"

Xiang Yan said coldly.

Zi Feng was stunned for a moment, so Xiang Yan thought that he would lend him this gun to defeat those children!
If you borrow the gun, those boys will die immediately!
By then, he must have finished playing himself.

Therefore, Zifeng intends to use a combination of science and tradition to teach Xiang Yan some skills.

"What is fighting, hit and get hit!"

Zi Feng stared at Xiang Yan's eyes and said.

"What do you rely on for beating, skills, and the connection of movements? Of course, I'm talking about when the strength, speed, and physical fitness of both parties are similar!"

Zifeng recalled the fighting shows and scientific summaries he had watched in his previous life. After time travelling, he discovered that many things can be compared.

In just two sentences, Xiang Yan's eyes have changed.

"Your physical fitness is the strongest among our adopted children, but compared with the group of children who have received formal training and growth in the sect since childhood, you are on par with them, at most you have a slight advantage !"

Hearing this, Xiang Yan slowly put down the posture just now, and her body was no longer tense as before.

He leaned forward slightly, and listened carefully to what Zifeng said.

Because Xiang Yan recalled many times of failures, indeed, once he had a flaw, the attacks of the children in the sect would be continuous and extremely smooth, and the close connection between the movements was his failure. reason for failure.

Also, Xiang Yan felt that her body had already taken advantage of her height, but her hitting strength was not much higher than that of others. Could this be due to skill?
Looking at Xiang Yan's thoughtful look, Zifeng knew that although the idiot in front of him was a martial idiot, as long as it involved fighting, this guy had a very high level of comprehension.

You know, the few words just now are something that Zifeng only understood after watching a lot of videos and explanations in her previous life.Alas, Zifeng herself is too lazy to participate in any battles, even if it is a battle, it would be best if she doesn't move!
Therefore, the martial soul that Zifeng dreams of is a gun with unlimited bullets without changing bullets. In that case, what about fighting, skills, strength, speed, just stand there and it will be over.

"Zifeng, I remember your name, are you really willing to teach me!"

After thinking for a moment, Xiang Yan's eyes on Zifeng began to become pure and passionate.

This look made Zifeng take another step back.

No way, Zifeng couldn't accept such a warm and passionate look from a good-looking boy.

"You recognize me as the eldest brother, and I will teach you how to comb..."

Cough cough--

Zifeng said something jokingly, which made Xiang Yan a little puzzled for a moment.

Seeing the awkward situation, Zifeng immediately continued.

"Let me teach you a trick first! Your strength and physical fitness are very good, what you lack is skill, and the skill I will teach you next is to change your way of exerting force so that your strength can be fully released !"

Looking at Xiang Yan's tall figure, Zi Feng couldn't help but think of a sentence in her previous life - Tai Chi didn't go out for ten years, and Ba Ji beat people to death every year.

Therefore, what Zifeng wants to hand over to Xiang Yan is Baji's heart elbow and Zhenjiao.

The shaking of the foot is the core of the strength of the elbow, and the combination of the two creates a terrifying strength, which is enough to make up for Xiang Yan's lack of skill.

"Look, I'll only demonstrate once!"

As he said that, Zifeng started the demonstration of the eight-ji kick and the elbow, and while doing it, he also talked about the key points about the power of this move.

"This move is called elbow-to-heart, step forward to elbow-to-heart! Step forward, push your right foot forward, and rush to the ground. At this time, you can clearly feel the force of the ground. Remember it, and guide this force from your legs From your waist, the waist is twisted in time, through the transformation of the waist strength, the arm drives the upper arm to exert force, this is the time!"

In an instant, Zifeng had completed the action.

"Hold your elbow!"

Swah——

Zifeng's tattered clothes actually brought a sound of breaking wind.

Finished, call it a day, Zifeng patted the corner of her clothes, and instantly looked like a master.Looking at Xiang Yan who had closed her eyes and thought, Zifeng left this place slowly.

As long as Xiang Yan can understand this trick thoroughly and use it proficiently, he can definitely knock out his opponent.

But in this world, moves and so on are just floating clouds, and the truly powerful one is the martial soul!
"I understand!"

Being the same age and with similar identities, Xiang Yan feels that the generation gap between herself and herself is still very small.

But the few words that Zifeng said seem to be very useful!
Xiang Yan, who had her eyes closed, suddenly realized that the transmission between power and power was so special. A few words from Zifeng seemed to open the door to a new world for him.

However, when Xiang Yan opened her eyes, Zifeng had already left.

"Brother, interesting villain! However, I accept your favor!"

Xiang Yan said silently in her heart, and she said it on her own, with an intriguing smile on the corner of her mouth.

In Douluo's world, to teach such a powerful fighting skill, one must kowtow to be a teacher, Xiang Yan thought for a while, and Zifeng could still bear the sound of big brother.

(End of this chapter)