Chapter 2: Bloodshed on the battlefield and escape from the Immortal Gate
Chapter 10: Touching memories
"Hey, miss, please don't try to save face for me. You only used seven percent of your strength, but I did my best. How dare you claim to be a draw?"
Hongling didn't pretend to be pretentious and told the truth.
Jiang Meiliang: "Our competition is about marksmanship, not a life-or-death battle. I didn't get the slightest advantage in marksmanship, so why is it not a draw? You should believe now that there is no best technique, only what people say if they don't care.
Alright."
"Hehehe, I still think that martial arts are important. It can only be said that the Five Tigers Broken Gate Spear and the Panlong Seven Detectives are top-notch marksmanship. If it is Luluo's Liuhe Marksmanship, it will definitely not work."
Hong Ling obviously deliberately stepped on the pothos and stepped on the pothos. He probably wanted to drag the pothos into the water and compete.
"Hehe, I won't be fooled. I'm not asking for humiliation by fighting against the young lady, which will damage my confidence. The young lady is born with supernatural powers and is more masculine than men. I'm a woman, so I won't do it!"
Luluo is inherently calm, so if she is fooled by Hongling, she will not take action at all.
"Boring!"
Hong Ling had obviously tried to provoke him many times without success, so she could only say something bitterly, and then walked towards Ye Feng, preparing to send him into the house.
But this time when he turned around, he found that Ye Feng was looking at them intently and said angrily:
"You kid, what are you looking at? You have such thin skin and tender flesh that can be blown away by a gust of wind. Do you know how to shoot? You are watching for nothing."
To be honest, Hong Ling's words were really baffling. Ye Feng was wrapped like a rice dumpling. I really don't know how she judged that Ye Feng was a thin man who could be blown away by a gust of wind.
As for the thin skin and tender meat, that is even more nonsense. Now Ye Feng only has a pair of exposed eyes, nose, and mouth.
"I seem to understand a little bit!"
Ye Feng didn't know what his current situation was, so he didn't feel anything about Hong Ling's words. He just watched them fight and had some vague memories, as if he once knew such a set of marksmanship.
"Oh, you really know how to shoot!"
Hong Ling was not mocking Ye Feng, but more of a joke, because Ye Feng looked like a wooden man now, which was really funny.
"Yeah! It's just a little vague. If I can look at it more, I might be able to remember more."
Ye Feng said truthfully.
"Okay! Luluo, come and practice the Liuhe Marksmanship! The Liuhe Marksmanship is a fusion of the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought. There are many moves, which may stimulate your memory."
Originally Hongling wanted to joke again, but Jiang Meiliang stopped her with a wave of her hand.
Jiang Meiliang was naturally a little curious about Ye Feng and had many speculations, because Ye Feng's appearance was really strange at that time.
Although it was a valley and surrounded by thousands of meters of cliffs, it was possible for him to slip and fall from the cliff, but even if he fell from a thousand meters, it wouldn't be enough to cause that much damage.
After all, he is just one person, and it is really unbelievable that he can create a huge crater with a radius of tens of meters on the ground.
And even if the huge crater could be smashed, those people from the Wu Kingdom were wearing armor, and all of them were turned into pulp. Why did he only have broken bones and tendons while wearing casual clothes? The strength of his body was really terrifying.
She really wanted to know who Ye Feng was, but he had lost his memory and couldn't tell her at all.
Since Ye Feng was touched by watching them fight, it means that it can arouse his subconscious and obviously help restore his memory.
If you can really think of something, even if it's just marksmanship, martial arts, etc., you can use it to make a simple judgment. It's better than a blind man touching an elephant and making blind guesses.