"You want to end it yourself? How is this possible?"
Mr. Lin was shocked, but later he reacted with a look of panic.
Yang Haoran smiled nonchalantly: "What's the point? It's just a competition, isn't it? I'm good at this, just treat it as boring and have some fun."
Mr. Lin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and said: "Master, the Southwest Army's martial arts competition is not just about individual fighting, it has many events."
"I know, isn't this fun? Are you afraid that I will lose or something?"
Mr. Lin quickly shook his head and waved his hands: "Master, please don't misunderstand, I didn't mean that. Based on your strength, I meant that I was wronged.
Generally speaking, those who participate in competitions are considered masters if they have the strength of the dark power stage.
As for warriors above the peak level of Anjin, they are all deterrents and will never leave the competition."
Yang Haoran chuckled: "That's not better, there is no pressure at all. If you want to win, win beautifully and leave others speechless.
That’s the decision, and in terms of age, I seem to be younger than most people, right? So it seems they are bullying me.”
Uh! Mr. Lin was speechless. In terms of age, Yang Haoran is fully qualified to participate.
But with Yang Haoran's strength and identity, he is simply a top master who enters the novice village and beats up the newbies.
"Don't worry about it. Call Lin Feng over when you have time. I'll see what other competitions there are and prepare for it while I have time."
When Lin Feng learned the news that Yang Haoran was not participating in the competition, he was stunned at first, and then laughed out loud.
"Mr. Lin, this is a good thing. With Master's strength, he will definitely win nine out of ten individual competitions.
It just so happens that the original candidates participate in the remaining group battles, which greatly increases the winning rate. Our purpose this time is to establish prestige, and naturally the more beautiful the victory, the better.
Otherwise, the subsequent integration will not go smoothly. I want to ask all soldiers, who does not respect the strong?"
Mr. Lin could only nod. Only then did Lin Feng notice the changes in Mr. Lin's body. Suddenly his pupils tightened and he became excited.
"Mr. Lin, you actually broke through to become a warrior?"
Mr. Lin looked at Lin Feng very angrily: "What are you making all the fuss about? With your master here, isn't it normal for you to break through to become a warrior? Isn't it the same for you?"
Lin Feng laughed for a while, but soon turned serious again.
"Yes, we owe Master so much that we will never be able to repay it in this life."
Lin Laoshen believed that being able to meet a master like Yang Haoran was his greatest blessing in this life.
There were still days before the Southwest Army Competition was held, and Yang Haoran once again appeared at the training ground in Xiaofeng Mountain.
There is more than one competition in the martial arts tournament, and Yang Haoran came to the battle to sharpen his spear.
There is no need to learn physical things. Yang Haoran is mainly here to learn shooting.
The reason why he wanted to play next game was not only because he wanted to help Mr. Lin, but also because he was interested in firearms.
But this kind of dangerous item is inaccessible in normal times, so I just took this opportunity to have fun.
Originally, Lin Feng should have been the best candidate for coaching, but now that the martial arts competition is approaching, Lin Feng has too many things to do and cannot be distracted, so he had to find another instructor, Professor Yang Haoran.
When the instructor appeared in front of Yang Haoran, Yang Haoran couldn't help but look stunned, his eyes fixed in the air.
She is actually a woman, and because of regular training, her figure is simply amazing.
But this figure is paired with a baby face, which makes people wonder. Kuluxue
"You are one of the contestants participating in the tournament this time? Shouldn't you be almighty? Why do you want me to teach you how to shoot?"
The baby-faced man looked at Yang Haoran in surprise and said, and was surprised that Yang Haoran was not wearing a military uniform.
"Haha, I am a foreign aid, not from your Southwest Army. I have never touched this thing before."
The baby-faced boy's eyes widened with a strange look on his face.
"You dare to participate in the competition without having touched a gun? Who hired foreign aid? It's irresponsible at all. I only have a few days and I can't teach you. I think I'd better forget it!"
Baby Face kept shaking his head. Shooting something like this is not something that can be accomplished in a day.
Isn't it a joke to improvise? You don't need to think about it to know that the people selected by the other three parties must be their respective elites. Isn't a novice looking for abuse?
Yang Haoran rolled his eyes: "Who are you looking down on? I am a genius boy who comes once in a thousand years in our village.
There is nothing that I can't learn. They all praise me that I can master it as soon as I learn it.
You think it's not enough days, but I think it's too long. If I can't hit you wherever you want within three days, I'll deal with you later."
The baby's face was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted with a look of shame and anger.
"Okay, you dare to take advantage of me! I don't want to be so shameless as you. I will teach you for three days and see if you still brag by then."
Yang Haoran smiled slightly obscenely, rather disapprovingly.
Isn't it just to get a gun? It sounds like it is difficult.
Yang Haoran teased her again, making Baby Face dumbfounded. Yang Haoran also found out that Baby Face's name was Liu Na, and she was actually the shooting champion of the Southwest Army. She was really beyond appearances.
There was no actual practice on the first day. Liu Na first took Yang Haoran to familiarize herself with various firearms and firearms knowledge.
What Liu Na didn't expect was that Yang Haoran actually had a photographic memory.
As long as she said everything once, Yang Haoran could remember and understand it immediately.
What impressed Liu Na the most was that when Yang Haoran disassembled and assembled firearms, he didn't look like a novice at all, he was very smooth and fast.
"Is this really your first time touching a firearm?"
Liu Na couldn't help but ask.
"Then it's still fake? Do you have any questions?"
"I just think you are so skilled that you don't look like a novice."
"That's right. I am a genius that comes only once in a thousand years in our village. Don't compare me with ordinary people."
Liu Na stuck out her tongue and said, "You're bragging again. You said you coughed and you gasped. It's nothing. The real difficulty lies behind. I'll take you to practice gun-holding postures tomorrow, and you can only practice shooting after you pass the test."
After finishing speaking, Liu Na rolled her eyes and revealed a playful look on her face.
"Don't think it's easy to hold a gun. It takes about a week for many recruits to practice their posture. We are only a few days away from the martial arts competition."
Yang Haoran smiled disapprovingly: "I told you not to compare me with ordinary people, because you will doubt life."
Liu Na showed up at the shooting range on time the next day, bringing two training guns.
Yang Haoran couldn't help feeling disgusted: "Why don't you use the real thing? What's the use of the fake one?"
Liu Na sneered: "Don't brag first. You should do the following actions first. If you can't even do the basic actions well, there is no need to learn shooting."
Yang Haoran grinned. It was hard for such a small thing to bother him, Yang Haoran?