Chapter 8 An inexplicable sense of loss
The spear is known as the king of cold weapons.
It is a weapon that consumes a lot of energy and blood. Generally, only those who are strong, have strong energy and blood, and have strong physical fitness can bring out the true power of a marksmanship.
For ordinary people, if they want to master it, they need great perseverance and continuous practice before they can master a spear skill to perfection.
As a person who has awakened to a flat destiny.
When Zhang Lingfeng was practicing his marksmanship, he had already developed the experience and habit of practicing for twenty minutes and resting for ten minutes.
He also knows how to relax all the flesh and blood in his body and allow his bones to stretch comfortably while resting.
Beating your shoulders and pinching your legs is just the first step.
To relax and relieve muscles and bones, the best way is to use ice to relieve muscle tension, or use essential oil massage to release bones.
But Zhang Lingfeng obviously does not have such conditions.
He had no choice but to sit in the corner, stretch his limbs and pinch the muscles at the joints, or lie on the ground in a large Chinese character shape, and then take a sip of rock sugar water.
This is what Zhang Lingfeng can do under the current conditions.
But even if the method is so crude, every action is quite explosive in the eyes of Yang Liru and Xu Zhiyuan.
Especially Xu Zhiyuan.
His popularity can be imagined.
Even in the Inner Ring City, there were people queuing up to pay huge sums of money to hire him as a personal trainer. Although today it was a holographic projection, guiding students to practice from a distance, it was Yang Liru who made many connections to invite him here.
And there is only one hour of teaching time. When the time is up, he will disappear automatically.
I don’t know when it will appear next time.
In other words, this is the first and last time.
He couldn't understand what kind of family Zhang Lingfeng was that could waste this rare opportunity to practice so much. Even in the Inner Ring City, the students who asked him to be their private tutors were cultivating according to the timeline and did not dare to waste any time.
Is it possible that Zhang Lingfeng doesn't know the value of this lesson?
"What are you doing?"
Yang Liru came over quickly.
She had just changed her mind about Zhang Lingfeng and thought she had misunderstood Zhang Lingfeng. Unexpectedly, Zhang Lingfeng immediately gave her a blow in the head, which made her almost go crazy.
"I'm relaxing. Don't worry, Teacher Yang. I'm fine. I'll be fine in a while."
Zhang Lingfeng explained.
"Why don't you relax? Get up and practice quickly. Hurry up."
Yang Liru urged.
"This is not possible."
Zhang Lingfeng shook his head.
"Why not?"
Yang Liru asked.
"The time for rest is not over yet."
Zhang Lingfeng said.
"Do you know how much I paid to invite Teacher Xu here for this class? He only has one hour, you can decide on your own."
Yang Liru said angrily.
She said it so clearly that as long as Zhang Lingfeng was not a fool, he would know what to do.
When she returned to her original position, she saw Zhang Lingfeng lying on the steps in a large font, motionless like a duck listening to thunder.
"You really want to piss me off. Mud can't hold up the wall. If I don't care about you anymore, my surname will not be Yang!"
Yang Liru said angrily in her heart. She had never been so disappointed and angry with a person. She had the hope of getting better, but she had to give up on herself and be willing to fall.
Such people are destined to become cannon fodder. Even if they go to the front line today and die there tomorrow, they do not deserve sympathy.
If it weren't for Zhang Lingfeng's freedom to study and practice, Yang Liru would really want to kick Zhang Lingfeng out.
The classmates also noticed Zhang Lingfeng's behavior, but knowing the value of this lesson, they did not pay too much attention, but concentrated on practicing with Xu Zhiyuan.
After a while.
The break is over.
Zhang Lingfeng retrieved the spear from the landing platform, joined the queue, and followed Xu Zhiyuan to practice the thirteen basic marksmanship moves.
The marksmanship skills have reached a small level.
With a combat power value of over 9.5, the ability to breathe and breathe around the clock, and an increase of 200 kilograms of strength in his arms at any level, Zhang Lingfeng was able to keep up with his classmates with just a few moves.
Like everyone else, practice the thirteen basic marksmanship moves over and over again.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
However, compared to everyone who was focused and worried about missing any detail, Zhang Lingfeng remained calm throughout the whole process and did not follow Xu Zhiyuan's marksmanship with his eyes.
Instead, he looked at the postures of several female classmates in the class while practicing marksmanship from time to time, and slowly his eyes met one.
It's Xu Zhiyuan.
Although it was a silhouette, Xu Zhiyuan in the student training room in the inner ring city could still see every move of each student through the light curtain.
The way Zhang Lingfeng suddenly walked away and rested aside made him remember it deeply.
He was curious about Zhang Lingfeng's family background.
How dare you be so relaxed and casual in your own training class, not taking this opportunity seriously at all.
The two people's eyes met, Zhang Lingfeng smiled politely, and quickly turned his eyes away from Xu Zhiyuan. Xu Zhiyuan was slightly startled. Which student at the scene noticed that he was watching him, and immediately tried his best to reveal all his cultivation, hoping to get him. favor and guidance.
As a result, Zhang Lingfeng looked like he was making eye contact with a normal person, and that smile was the greatest respect he could give.
Xu Zhiyuan felt an inexplicable sense of loss. He felt that he had been slighted. He couldn't help but have an idea in his mind. Maybe the radiation level in the outer ring city was high. Zhang Lingfeng had not had good eyesight since he was a child, and his mind was not mature enough.
Under the influence of Lieping's destiny, Zhang Lingfeng kept a calm face throughout the whole process. He did not expect to learn anything powerful from Xu Zhiyuan. In his heart, he only hoped that this class would end soon and he could go back to play games early.
So he didn't notice the change in Xu Zhiyuan's eyes at all.
What's more, Yang Liru looked at him with a dark face the whole time.
She had obviously said several times that she no longer wanted to care about Zhang Lingfeng's life and death, but as she watched Zhang Lingfeng's marksmanship skills change from mastery to mastery, and there was even a faint roar coming from the marksmanship, Yang Liru could not help but pay attention to Zhang Lingfeng's every move.
As a result, I saw Zhang Lingfeng's eyes wandering and his playful smile, as if the moves in his hands were just caused by muscle memory and his mind was not on it at all.
But the strange thing is that the rhythm of Zhang Lingfeng's marksmanship has become more and more stable. Whether it is defense or offense, he has become more and more solid. Every shot is very powerful. It seems that his marksmanship skills are still slowly changing.
Gradually, Yang Liru didn't notice the other classmates, her mind was on Zhang Lingfeng's marksmanship. She found that Zhang Lingfeng seemed to have entered a different state of concentration.
She was pleasantly surprised to find that based on the current situation, Zhang Lingfeng's marksmanship skills seemed to be able to undergo transformation and breakthrough again.
She quickly checked the time and found that Xu Zhiyuan still had ten and a few seconds left. If Zhang Lingfeng could continue to maintain this state in the later time, even if his marksmanship failed to achieve a breakthrough, his skills would be improved a lot.
"Dang!"
But just when Xu Zhiyuan had ten minutes left.
Zhang Lingfeng turned around and threw the black spear onto the landing platform. It was as if he had been working all day and was exhausted. When he saw the haystack, he rushed towards the man and lay down in the corner to rest.
"Draft it!"
With her heart following Zhang Lingfeng's shooting skills, Yang Liru felt as if one of her meridians was being torn off by Zhang Lingfeng's throat. Her whole face turned black and she couldn't control her swearing.
(End of chapter)