Chen Fan took a deep breath and clenched the spear with both hands.
An unprecedented sense of familiarity surged in his heart, as if he had practiced these basic moves a hundred thousand times at this moment.
"Brush!"
Suddenly, a spear stabbed out, like a poisonous snake spitting out messages, and the speed was three minutes faster than before.
"What!"
Zhang Ren, who was on the run, had a look of shock on his face and quickly put his gun back to block the powerful shot.
"Pa!"
A clear crashing sound echoed in the open space, and the sound was obviously much louder than before.
Chen Fan then leaned forward and stabbed out several more times.
This time, Zhang Ren was on guard and blocked it very easily.
But the shock on his face became more and more intense.
No, something's wrong!
The shots this time were much faster than before.
The gun is called the thief of a hundred soldiers. The reason why it is called this is because it is fast.
Could it be that this kid has improved again in the past hour?
[Basic marksmanship: lv2 (0.3%)]
Chen Fan naturally didn't know what Zhang Ren was thinking at this moment. He took the opportunity to put away his gun and glanced at the skill bar.
The degree of proficiency improvement has become smaller again.
But he was very satisfied to be able to advance to a level within an hour.
"Uncle Zhang."
Chen Fan put away his gun, looked at Zhang Ren, and said gratefully: "It's not too early, why don't you practice your marksmanship first?"
Zhang Ren was his sparring partner when he was practicing archery, and it is even more so when he is practicing spear now. He has a system and can see the improvement, so he naturally enjoys it.
But for Uncle Zhang, it is very boring.
Zhang Ren took back his gun and asked: "Are you tired?"
"A little bit."
Chen Fan smiled. He had practiced marksmanship for almost three hours. He was lying if he said he wasn't tired, but he was also a little hungry.
"A bit?"
Zhang Ren frowned slightly, "Then we can continue?"
"Ah?"
Chen Fan was startled and looked at him in surprise.
"Don't worry about me, I'm going nowhere now." Zhang Ren said nonchalantly, looking at Chen Guodong and others around him, "We'll just come here tonight, and you all can go back."
Wang Ping and others suddenly looked happy. It was Liu Yong, Gao Yang and the others, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, it’s over.
But when their eyes fell on Chen Fan, the smiles on their faces slowly faded away.
"Xiaofan, dad will go back first, so don't practice too late." Chen Guodong warned.
"Don't worry, Dad, I know it."
Chen Fan smiled at him.
Everyone dispersed in twos and threes, and Zhang Ren waved to Chen Fan, "The momentum of your shots just now was good, keep it up."
"Understood."
Chen Fan's eyes were filled with fighting spirit.
Since Uncle Zhang can still continue, he naturally wants it.
However, your body has indeed reached its limit. Even if you can hold on, the proficiency gained later will be compromised due to insufficient strength.
That being the case.
"Uncle Zhang, I need to go to the toilet first."
"...go."
Zhang Ren was speechless.
Chen Fan chuckled. In fact, he didn't really want to go to the toilet, but was worried about strengthening his body's abnormal movements and attracting the other person's attention.
Be on the safe side and find a secluded place.
After confirming that no one was around, he thought.
A powerful stream of heat surges from the heart and flows through the limbs and bones.
In less than two seconds, he returned to his peak state, no, it was even better than before.
Realm: Third level of body tempering
Level:8(0/100)
Physique:58.67
Strength:41.11
Agility:27.28
Spirit:12.97
Potential points: 38 (7 points/1 day)
Experience value: 160
"Not bad, the strength attribute has finally reached 40 points, and I can use a bow with a draw weight of 200 kilograms."
Chen Fan nodded with satisfaction.
The average of the three attributes has reached 42 points, which is still 3 points short of the breakthrough threshold.
He took a cursory glance at the others and turned back.
"Okay?"
Zhang Ren looked over and suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly.
His intuition told him that Chen Fan at this moment was a little different from before, and seemed to be more energetic.
"Well, Uncle Zhang, I'm going to start."
Chen Fan is gearing up.
Anyway, he doesn’t have to go hunting tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter if he practices until early in the morning.
"Come on, let's see when you can stab me with your gun if I don't fight back." Zhang Ren raised the corners of his mouth.
"Uncle Zhang, if I poke you with my gun, will there be any reward?" Chen Fan couldn't help but wonder.
"Do you want a reward?"
"No, I just wanted to ask, I have no other meaning." Chen Fan said hurriedly.
He had a bad premonition.
Unfortunately, it's still too late.
"Of course there is a reward, and the reward is that I will take action."
Zhang Ren said meaningfully.
Chen Fan was speechless. When he was about to say what kind of reward this was, he swallowed it back.
Because this is a good thing! When the time comes, the growth rate of proficiency will be amazing.
It's just that he doesn't have the ability right now. If Uncle Zhang takes action, he may not be able to proceed at all.
"Okay, Uncle Zhang, I will try my best to poke you as soon as possible."
Chen Fan took a deep breath and said.
The crisp sound of collision sounded in the sky again.
This time, Chen Fan was able to stab more than a dozen shots in a row. After a brief pause, he could continue. The offensive was like a torrential river, continuous.
Zhang Ren’s eyes were visibly excited.
Although Chen Fan doesn't have the ability to make him take action at the moment, this momentum makes him a little satisfied.
Yes, those who use guns should have this kind of indomitable momentum.
He really looked forward to one day having a good fight with Chen Fan using big guns.
I hope this day will not be too far away.
And Chen Fan, seeing the rapid increase in proficiency, was also hooked.
When [Basic Marksmanship] reached level 2, he stabbed six times in a row, and his proficiency only increased by 0.3%.
Now, in his heyday, he can stab more than ten spears in one breath, and his proficiency has soared by a large margin, nearly 1%!
Calm down your breathing, stab another dozen times, and your proficiency will increase by 1% again!
It must be said that, inspired by the immediate results, he was full of energy.
Unknowingly, I entered a state of selflessness.
It wasn't until a warm current flowed through his body that he woke up as if from a dream.