The cold weapon practice classroom is located in the south of the campus. There are tall and lush trees everywhere, and the school roads are dense like cobwebs, connecting one small square after another. When passing by again, I could hear the sound of shouting and drinking from the side of my ear from time to time, as well as the sound of cold weapons piercing the air. Lu Sheng and Lin Ze stopped when they passed by a signboard with "Spearman Practice Dojo (3)". "It should be here." Lu Sheng's scattered mental power caught a lot of people standing in the small square pointed to by the stand, each holding a long gun. "Isn't it the practice classroom? It doesn't seem to be here on the map..." Lin Ze stared at the campus map on his phone and scratched the back of his head. "Go over and have a look first..." Lu Sheng walked towards the small square.
Lin Ze naturally didn't say anything, so he followed quickly. "Only when you have completed the basic spear skills can you fully display the power of the 'Cang Mang Kicking the Air' technique. I'm going to practice it now..." When Lu Sheng walked to the small square, there was a middle-aged man with short hair, crew cut, wearing a vest, and solid muscles and bones in the small square, teaching the students below. As he spoke, he began to wave the spear in his hand. More than three meters long, the big black gun with the thickness of a fist danced like a black python in the man's hand. There were bursts of violent piercing sounds, as if the fine silk was being torn apart by force. Suddenly, the man waved his hand. With a jerk flick of the long spear in his hand, a cloud of brilliant white aura exploded from the tip of the gun, which exploded with a "pop" in the air. The sound is crisp and loud. A white air wave visible to the naked eye spread to the surroundings, and the circle of students watching below was blown away by the invisible force of emptying, separating a passage from it. At the end of the road, there were Lu Sheng with a calm face and Lin Ze with a frightened face. "You two, what's going on?" The middle-aged man put away his gun and stood, looking at Lu Sheng and the two of them asking questions. Lu Sheng talked about the division of cold weapons. The middle-aged man nodded and said: "Since you are a freshman in the trial class, then go to the side to pick a gun and stand by the side to have a look. Later, I will test your basic aptitude to see if you are suitable for learning guns. 17 Lu Sheng didn't say anything, and turned his gaze to the side of the small square. There was an iron weapon rack, and the rack was filled with black spears. After careful calculation, Lu Sheng never even touched a real spear in real life.
Now, the opportunity is in front of us. Lu Sheng walked towards the weapon rack. Except for Lu Sheng and Lin Ze, the rest of the students attending the lectures at the Gun Dao practice square were old students. There are very few juniors, almost all sophomores. The arrival of Lu Sheng attracted the attention of many people, and soon someone recognized him. "It's Lu Sheng! I didn't expect that the cold weapon he chose was a gun!" "Who is Lu Sheng?" "This year's Dragon Warrior champion, the strongest freshman... haven't checked the campus network for the past two days?" "it's him?" The old students whispered and bit each other's ears. Seeing that Lu Sheng had come back with a gun, he immediately shut his mouth, but turned his head to look at him secretly from time to time. Lu Sheng's attention was all on the spear in his hand. The spear body is made of a solid wood that Lu Sheng has never seen before. Hard as iron, but flexible. The tip of the gun is solid steel, but the tip is ground flat. The whole spear feels light in the hand, presumably because of his own strength. Naturally, Lu Sheng would not be too demanding on this kind of training gun. He held the long gun in his hand and mentally explored every inch of its texture. Carefully write down the feeling of every inch of the palm of your hand touching the body of the gun, the weight of the entire spear, and so on. This is what he inherited from Zhao Lengxuan's memory. This step is called getting familiar with the gun feel. It is a way to quickly cultivate a tacit understanding with cold weapons and spears. During this period, the middle-aged man has been teaching the old students the skills of spear skills, and occasionally calls one or two old students to go up to practice as a demonstration. When the teaching was almost done, the middle-aged man announced: "Okay, everyone can leave get out of class now, and those who want to stay for a while can also... You two, come up. " The middle-aged man pointed to Lu Sheng and the two of them. The old students turned their eyes around one after another. If it is normal, people will lose weight for at least a day at this moment. But it happened to be the first day of class for Lu Sheng, who was the most popular in the school recently, and everyone chose to stay and wait and see, and no one left early.
Lu Sheng walked up holding the gun. The middle-aged man said: "My name is Yu Haibo, and I am bishop's cold weapon marksmanship course from freshman to junior..." Lu Sheng felt it early in the morning, the middle-aged man in front of him was full of energy and blood, and he was already a martial arts master at the peak of the sixth level. The temperament of the whole person is also sharp and sharp, just like the big black gun he is holding in his hand. ...You guys attack me with guns one by one, let me see your fundamental aptitude. " After the middle-aged man introduced himself, he said to Lu Sheng. Obviously, he wanted Lu Sheng to come first. Lu Sheng didn't talk nonsense, holding the spear with one hand, stepped forward a few steps and walked in front of Yu Haibo. The circle around the two of them had long been vacated, and old students surrounded them. Some even took out their mobile phones to secretly take videos, presumably thinking of posting them on the campus website to earn points. Lu Sheng's face was calm, and his eyes looked like ancient pools that hadn't changed for thousands of years. He held the gun in one hand, and his posture was straight, faintly blending with the spear in his hand, and breathing was the link between the two. "Be careful, Master Yu." Yu Haibo smiled, but did not speak. Although Yu Haibo is not a grandmaster, he has been in the art of guns for decades, and his spear skills have already reached perfection. . Yu Haibo hadn't finished his thoughts when he suddenly saw a black light that seemed to pierce the white screen, and quickly enlarged in front of him. Yu Haibo's pupils shrank sharply, subconsciously raised his gun to defend... "Clang——clang—" "Snapped" After several consecutive gun barrel collision sounds, a large black gun fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped. Yu Haibo's body was stiff, and he kept one movement and stood in place. His neck was tense, and drops of sweat dripped from his corners. I saw a blunted spear point hovering quietly three inches in front of his throat. The piercing sharpness shot out from the smooth spear head, making his scalp tingle, as if the heavenly spirit cover was about to be lifted off. In the huge small square, there was no sound, and a needle could be heard. Everyone stared at Lu Sheng, who held a gun in one hand and looked calm, and were all stunned. 0- Ask for flowers... There is an old student who is holding a mobile phone to take pictures, his mouth is wide open, and he is completely motionless. Some even didn't even hold the gun in their hands, and only reacted when it fell to the ground with a "click".
"So you have the foundation..." Yu Haibo tried his best to calm down his expression and tone, and spoke slowly. Lu Sheng nodded and stopped. The black spear returned to the hole like a black python, and before everyone could see clearly, the spear was already standing on Lu Sheng's right hand. It's as if it was like this before, and it has never moved. My heart is even more horrifying. "I practiced, I offended the teacher." Yu Haibo waved his hand, smiled wryly, and did not speak. However, the heart has already set off a turbulent sea, thunderous. Get into it! His spear skills are subtle. But in Lu Sheng's hands, he didn't even go through three moves, and he was directly knocked down by the weapon. If it was a life-and-death confrontation, Yu Haibo would have already died by now, and his body was almost completely cold. What does this prove? This proves that the freshman in front of him, who looks like he has only entered school for two days, is more accomplished in spearmanship than him. ..........0 "At least in the micro-high segment, maybe even..." Take control! Yu Haibo didn't dare to think too deeply. He is afraid that it will affect his martial arts heart, and he will be even more hopeless as a master at that time. How old does Lu Sheng look? how old is he Compared with Lu Shengyi, he has spent most of his life practicing guns on dogs. "actually.…" Yu Haibo thought about his words, and said to Lu Lu with a complicated expression: "You can already graduate from the class of cold weapon training. Your spear skills are already great, what is lacking is actual combat... Never wounded anyone with a gun?" Lu Sheng shook his head, "No."
There are a lot of zombies killed in the dream space, but I have never tried it in reality. "I can smell it." Yu Haibo said: "You don't smell blood on your body. The best place for you to go now is the Credit Mission Center and Wusheng Pagoda. Or, a cold weapon training room is also fine. Let the gun see blood more, and you will have more different understandings. "Credit Mission Center...Wusheng Tower...Cold Weapon Training Room..." Lu Sheng will write down the three places mentioned by Hai Bo, and then said to Hai Bo seriously: "Thank you for your guidance. Yu Haibo nodded with a complicated face. He can only point out so many things. He announced on the first day that he could graduate. He had been a spear instructor at the Seventh Saint Martial Arts University for so many years, and this was the first time he had encountered such a student. Talented as a demon! Hundred flavors... miscellaneous. Since Yu Haibo said that he could finish his studies, Lu Sheng didn't talk nonsense, put the training gun back where it was and prepared to leave. When passing by Lin Ze, he patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Work hard. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you choose a cold weapon major with me or not. Because I can't even accompany you... Take care." After speaking, Lu Sheng left without looking back. Lin Ze stood there with his mouth open. Now in his heart, Lu Sheng is simply Godlike character! And those old students who looked stupid, the moment after Lu Sheng left, burst into bursts of intense exclamation and discussion. .
