The lame man was startled, then looked at him with surprised eyes, "You mean, you want to use that 60-pound bow?"
After saying that, a strange look appeared on his face.
If there's nothing wrong with his memory, didn't this kid try it yesterday? After a long time of effort, he couldn't pull it open.
Chen Fan nodded and said seriously: "Uncle Zhang, after these two days of practice, I think I might be able to draw that bow now."
Two days ago, his strength attribute was less than 8 points, and he could barely draw a bow weighing 40 kilograms. Two days later, his strength attribute was close to 12 points, and he could draw a bow weighing 80 kilograms, probably without any problem. But this is too scary, and if he really needs to use an eighty-pound bow, he will probably be exhausted after a few pulls. Sixty-jin is just right.
The lame man was dubious, but nodded and said, "Then come with me."
Chen Fan followed with a smile.
"He wants to use a sixty-pound bow?"
The conversation between the two people also reached the ears of Wang Ping and others, causing a burst of discussion.
"Sixty pounds, the difficulty is increased by half. Can Chen Fan really do it?"
"Zhao Feng, haven't you ever pulled a sixty-pound bow? How does it feel?" Several people's eyes fell on the tall figure.
Zhao Feng's voice was bitter, "It was fine the first few times. When I got to the back, I had to rest for more than ten minutes before I could pull it apart. At the back, it took more than half an hour..."
"It's too difficult." He shook his head.
"Since Brother Fan said that, you should be confident, right?" Wang Ping said.
"It should be."
"I hope he can do it. I heard that he can use a sixty-pound bow to kill even if he encounters some intermediate-level ferocious beasts that are not too powerful."
Several people's eyes showed hope.
In the warehouse, Chen Fan took off the 60-pound bow and held the bow. It was heavy and the bowstring was thicker. At first glance, it seemed to be strenuous.
"Try it."
The lame man glanced at him, but he didn't have any expectations in his heart. He simply felt that this kid was a little bloated and he had to let reality give him a few slaps.
"Yeah."
Chen Fan was a little excited. He held the bow with his left hand and held it in front of him. He pinched the bow string with his right fingers and pulled it back a little.
The lame man went from being careless, to shaking his body, and finally opened his mouth wide, showing a look of shock.
Pulled, pulled apart? This guy, really pulled away?
Are you dreaming?
"It feels pretty good."
A smile appeared on Chen Fan's face, he loosened his fingers, and with a "touch" sound, the bowstring vibrated rapidly, making a violent buzzing sound.
Then, he pulled away again, let go again, pulled away again, and let go again.
"Uncle Zhang, just take this bow."
He raised his head, looked at the lame man and said.
"Ahem."
The lame man showed a hint of embarrassment on his face and said: "As long as you can pull it open, this bow has a lethality of about fifty meters, which is similar to the previous bow of thirty meters. If it is thirty meters, it will be more powerful.
It should be enough to shoot ordinary low-level ferocious beasts."
"Fifty meters?"
Chen Fan nodded, but in order to ensure the effect, the distance was still a bit far.
He raised his head and his eyes fell on the remaining bows, especially the last one. This 300-pound bow, he didn't know when he would be able to draw it.
But he believes that that day will not be too far away.
"This kid."
The lame man on the side saw all his actions.
"It's quite ambitious, but judging from his performance in the past two days, maybe it's really possible?"
After hanging the 40-pound bow on the wall again, the two walked out of the warehouse one after the other.
"Are you ready?"
The lame man stood in his old position, looking at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan nodded and subconsciously licked his lips. He also wanted to see if his skill proficiency would increase after switching to a longbow that required higher strength.
As the target was thrown into the air, that familiar feeling came to my mind again.
"Whoops!"
The moment the sound of breaking through the air was heard, the arrow pierced hard into the bull's eye, and the target was hit hard. It fell back several meters in the air before slowly falling to the ground. p>
"Good boy."
The lame man looked at it, amazed in his heart.
If this arrow were to hit a person, he would definitely die. Even if it were some intermediate-level ferocious beast with armor, it could pierce in and cause a wound, right?
Chen Fan hurriedly looked at the system panel, and the smile on his face became even wider.
[Basic archery: lv3 (4%)...]
In other words, the arrow just shot directly increased the proficiency by 3%!
In this way, it is more likely to upgrade [Basic Archery] from LV 3 to LV 4 before setting off tomorrow.
For a moment, he wanted to use the eighty-pound longbow, but he canceled the plan after considering the principle of sustainable development.
The next process is to repeat this process.
When the lame man got tired, he switched to Wang Ping. When Wang Ping got tired, he switched to Zhao Feng. When Zhao Feng got tired too, the sky also darkened. There was a movement from the entrance of the camp not far away, but after a while, there was movement.
It stopped, and the people in the village walked back in twos and threes.
Obviously, the hunting team did not capture any prey today.
In the open space, the moods of several people suddenly became heavy.
This is just one day, it doesn’t matter, but if there are no prey in the next few days...
Wang Ping and others looked at each other, not daring to think about it any further, but they all knew that this possibility was probably the greatest.
"Okay, it's getting late, you guys go back."
The lame man said and looked at Chen Fan again and asked: "Continue in the evening?"
"Continue."
Chen Fan nodded without thinking.
It is much more difficult to hit a moving target at night than during the day, but there is nothing you can do about it.
The lame man nodded, indicating that he understood.
Wang Ping and the others, look at me and I look at you.
"Shall we come in the evening too?"
Zhao Feng was the first to speak out.
"Yes, we are also here to practice shooting, and by the way, we can also help Chen Fan."
Chen Fan felt moved in his heart. He did not refuse, but said gratefully: "Thank you for your hard work."
A few people smiled, and some of them were already thinking about whether to go out with the hunting team.
Everyone parted briefly, and Chen Fan walked towards home. He smelled the aroma of meat and his mother's complaints from a distance.
"The people in Lijiazhai are not very reasonable. They are obviously prey that fell into our trap. Why do they take it away when they say it and don't leave a piece of meat for us?"
"They are so overbearing! How can anyone be like this?"
"It's just bullying that there are few people in our village. How come we don't see them being so domineering when the Wei brothers are around?"
"Okay, things have happened, and it's useless to talk about it now." Chen Guodong's deep voice sounded, and his tone was very weak.