Chapter 1078 Comprehend the tutor's unique skills in housekeeping!
Yang Cang stood in front of the ring holding a spear, his white beard and hair dancing in the wind, exuding an inexplicable aura, overlooking the new students.
"Those who lack understanding should not come up."
"The Yang family's marksmanship is not so easy to understand."
Most of the freshmen who were pushed down were unconvinced. After all, no one was the proud one from their own place, so why would it be difficult to master a marksmanship?
Yang Cang naturally noticed this.
He opened his mouth and said:
"I'm demonstrating a simplified version of the sixteen-way marksmanship here. If anyone can watch it and type it out in full, come up over there."
All the students were in an uproar.
"Although it's a simplified version of marksmanship, if you just demonstrate it, who can learn it? It's too difficult."
"I see, this old man just doesn't want to accept disciples, he doesn't want it to be troublesome, and he deliberately uses this method to persuade us to learn from others."
"Yes, I think that's definitely the case. After all, he is a first-class master, so he probably doesn't like us."
Yang Cang ignored the comments below and raised the spear. His arms trembled, and the gun head made a buzzing sonic boom.
The gun light was like rain, swaying on the arena.
The speed is not very fast, but it slides on a mysterious trajectory, which contains great power.
"This shooting technique..."
Just now, he was openly complaining about Yang Cang's new life. He was unconsciously attracted by the gun skills demonstrated by the other party, and was fascinated. Some even followed Yang Cang's movements with their hands, trying their best to memorize the simplified version of the gun skills demonstrated by the other party.
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The little fat boy Cheng Jinjin shook his head, his eyes widened. He tried to understand the mystery of the opponent's marksmanship, but could not understand anything.
"Why don't you learn?" Luo Yu asked from the side.
The little fat man sighed: "Boss, it's not that I don't want to learn, it's just that I can't understand it at all. I feel like I can learn three axes in this life."
"Uh..." Luo Yu couldn't understand the little fat man's feelings, just like a god of learning can never understand the pain of a scumbag.
"Boss, I can't learn it. Why don't you learn it? I believe you can learn it if you want to." The little fat man was full of confusion. The others were silent and stared at Yang Cang.
Luo Yu was the only one chatting with him here.
Luo Yu glanced at the arena.
"People say it's a simplified version of the Sixteen-Way Marksmanship. If you have to risk your life to learn it carefully, then you probably won't be able to learn their true skills."
"hiss--"
The little fat guy is numb. Is this the elder’s worldview?
He couldn't understand what he was looking at here, but he said it was too simple? Idiot question?
Yang Cang put away his gun and returned to the center of the ring without saying a word. He ignored the chair brought up by the staff and stood there upright, like a spear with restrained charm.
Most of the students shook their heads, seeming to understand.
"It's too fast. If you watch it twice, you might remember it. How can you remember so many ways if you only watch it once."
"Whoever can learn this, I will call him grandpa."
"Don't talk nonsense. Have you forgotten that there is a bug among our freshmen? You can imitate the other party's moves after just one look at it?"
"You mean Charlotte?"
Many students turned their attention to Luo Yu and found that Luo Yu no longer paid attention to Yang Cang's side of the arena. They looked at the other instructors and saw that the other instructors were using their unique skills to select the students who came to the stage to compete.
"What's going on with this student Charlotte? Why is he so absent-minded?"
"Teacher Yang Cang is a first-class master. Isn't it nice to choose such a tutor? Why are you so indifferent?"
At this time, a mature and steady heroic young man walked up to Luo Yu and asked:
"I wonder which instructor Xia would like to join."
Seeing the person coming, Luo Yu was surprised. Isn't this the military god Li Zhenyue who was pressed to the ground and rubbed by him? Why didn't he avoid him and came over to say hello with a pleasant look?
Li Zhenyue noticed the surprised look in his eyes and felt a little embarrassed.
But he didn't hate Luo Yu. As a soldier, he believed in strong men. Since Luo Yu defeated him with his true ability, he was naturally convinced.
"Well, we don't know each other without fighting."
Luo Yu nodded, "If you don't become a disciple, but learn the other party's unique skills, will there be any problems?"
"Huh?" Li Zhenyue looked surprised: "If you don't become a disciple, how can you learn the other party's unique skills without the other party explaining the details and the route of spiritual power operation?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered Luo Yu's perverted imitation ability in the ring and said hesitantly:
"Classmate Xia, you don't know how to imitate any special skills, right... there are no restrictions?"
Luo Yu smiled.
"Um."
Li Zhenyue was stunned.
To be honest, I was really dumbfounded.
He originally thought that Luo Yu's imitation ability was limited, but the other party said that this thing was unlimited imitation?
Wouldn't it mean that you can steal the opponent's unique skills anytime and anywhere?
We were fighting and fighting, and suddenly he said, "Your skills are very good, now they are mine?"
This horse riding is too scary.
Although Li Zhenyue has a strong psychological quality, he also has the urge to scold his mother.
"I see."
Luo Yu was surprised: "What do you understand?"
Li Zhenyue didn't answer. He jumped onto Hua Yourong's ring first and said:
"Teacher Hua, student Li Zhenyue, I wonder if I can learn how to slash with your knife."
Seeing that this student with a god-level ancient heroic spirit came on stage, Hua Yourong was naturally willing to give up some face and said, "Yes."
Li Zhenyue asked: "I hope you won't mind if I accidentally learn your skills."
With a military background, he is used to being outspoken.
"Hahaha."
The heroic female warrior with short hair smiled.
"Learn whatever you want. It's your ability to learn. As a mentor, can you still be afraid that you won't learn?"
"It's just that it took me more than twenty years of practice to perfect this unique skill. You can't learn it just by watching it once."
Li Zhenyue smiled without saying a word and started fighting.
Hua Yourong suppressed her power to the same level as him, raised the sword and swept it across, triggering a sword light.
In the end, Li Zhenyue was defeated. The long knife was placed on his neck, but it did not hurt any skin.
After losing to Hua Yourong, Li Zhenyue was not idle. He went to the ring on the right to learn from the black-faced instructor Yuchi Youde.
The shadow of the mace crosses the sky, representing the ultimate violence. The most powerful thing is that while Yuchi Youde is wielding the mace with his right hand, he uses the phantom created by the ancient heroic spirit with his left hand to continuously throw out the long mace. It is surprisingly powerful and hard to guard against. Soon Li Zhenyue was defeated.
This gave the students a clear understanding of the strength of the instructors. After all, Li Zhenyue was an ancient heroic spirit with a god level, but he could not match the instructor who suppressed his power to the same level. The gap in skills and knowledge was simply too big.
Finally, Li Zhenyue came to the center of the ring without stopping and challenged Yang Cang's carbine.
Everyone was confused as to what Li Zhenyue was doing.
But Luo Yu in the audience had his eyes twinkling and the corners of his mouth raised. This Li Zhenyue was a bit interesting, deliberately creating opportunities for him to learn?
The instructors' moves were mysterious, and of course he would not miss this opportunity. His eyes flashed, he was fascinated by them, and he kept deducing them in his mind.