Gao Wu: Invincibility begins with basic archery

"How many days do you think he can hold on?"

During the break, several young men gathered together and whispered.

"Two days at most."

"Two days? I think one day is enough. Don't you notice that he can't even lift his right hand in less than an hour? To put it bluntly, he will probably give up in the afternoon."

"When you said that, I immediately remembered that I practiced archery for a day, and when I went home at night, I couldn't even hold the bowl, and my fingers were peeling."

"Hehe, who isn't? In comparison, it's easier to practice with a gun. If I can have a pistol, it would be even better." A young man smiled foolishly.

"You wishful thinking, the price of guns has been driven up to the sky by those black-hearted businessmen. A bullet this big has to be exchanged for several kilograms of food. It's too black-hearted!"

As the few people chatted, the topic shifted from Chen Fan to other places.

In fact, Chen Fan really feels overwhelmed now.

This body is not as good as a normal person. Every time I pull the bow to the full, I almost have to use all my strength. After pulling it more than ten times in a row, the whole right arm is shaking, as if it doesn't belong to me at all.

The only benefit is that the proficiency has increased a lot.

[Basic Archery: Lv0 (28%)]

One time, it was only one finger away from the center of the bull's eye, and the progress increased by 5% at once.

Chen Fan took a deep breath, raised his numb right arm again, and pulled the bowstring. However, this time, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the bowstring to the full.

The next moment, the arrow flew out of his hand, flew three or four meters away, and stuck in the ground.

"Are you stupid, kid? You have no strength, don't you know to rest for a while?"

The voice of the lame man sounded.

Chen Fan turned around and smiled awkwardly at him, saying: "Uncle Zhang is right, I'll rest for a while."

As he said that, he sighed, haste makes waste. Although he really wanted to reach the full proficiency, his physical condition didn't allow it?

"Come here, I'll massage your arm."

At this time, the lame man said again.

This time, not only Chen Fan, but also several young men sitting next to him were stunned. Their eyes seemed to say, when we practiced archery, we didn't get this treatment?

"Tsk."

The lame man said disdainfully to several people: "You call that practicing archery? Weak and powerless, those who know think you are practicing archery, and those who don't know think you are playing cotton?"

Several people blushed immediately.

Although they did slack off a few times on the way...but that was because their arms were sore and they couldn't lift their strength.

"This," Chen Fan said embarrassedly: "Uncle Zhang, don't you need it now?"

"If you don't want to go to the toilet later and can't pull up your pants, I have no objection." The lame man shrugged.

Chen Fan hissed, but still said with a stiff face: "Then, I'll trouble Uncle Zhang."

"It would be better if you did this earlier, there are so many troubles." The lame man limped over and muttered.

The words sounded rough, but anyone who wasn't stupid could hear the concern in them.

Chen Fan stretched out his right arm, and soon he felt a sense of comfort and comfort. The previous fatigue seemed to be swept away, and his body regained control of his right arm again.

It lasted for about twenty minutes. During the process, Chen Fan wanted to withdraw his arm several times, but was stopped by the other party with his eyes.

When the massage was over, Chen Fan felt even more embarrassed and hurriedly said, "Uncle Zhang, thank you for your hard work."

The lame man waved his hand and said, "Compared with what your father did for the people in the village, this little thing is nothing at all."

Chen Fan was startled and understood a little.

What Uncle Zhang said was that his father had always been working hard to ensure that the people in the village, young and old, male and female, could survive, right?

"Boy, listen to Uncle Zhang's advice. This archery is not so easy to practice. Even if you can hit the target now, it's a moving target in the wild, and it's not easy to hit."

He glanced at the longbow and said earnestly.

"Uncle Zhang, I understand, but if I give up now, wouldn't I be giving up halfway?" Chen Fan looked into the other person's eyes and said calmly.

It's not easy to get the progress bar of basic archery close to 30%. If I give up now, won't I have to start from the beginning? So much energy wasted in vain.

"That's right."

The lame man nodded, said you practice slowly, and turned away.

Of course, the young men on the other side had a hard time.

Chen Fan looked at the other person's back and thought to himself, Uncle Zhang looks like a rough man, who often talks about his butt, but he is a delicate person in his heart. If he hadn't been lame, he must be his father's right-hand man.

He sighed in his heart, picked up the bow and arrow again, and walked towards the target.

Drawing the bow and arrow again and again seems to be a very boring thing to others, and there is no feedback.

But for him, every time he shoots arrows with a standard posture, he can increase his proficiency a little. The closer to the center of the bull, the greater the proficiency!

This undoubtedly made him energetic, and he corrected his posture while shooting arrows again and again, so that the physical fatigue could be tolerated.

"It seems that I underestimated this kid."

The lame man took a look and nodded slightly.

With this spirit of striving to do the best every time, there is no second one in the village. Maybe, he can really persist?

Time passed by bit by bit. At noon, Chen Fan went back to have lunch. Of course, the so-called lunch was no different from the dinner last night, still a bowl of porridge.

However, after learning that Chen Fan was practicing archery, the woman scooped another spoonful into his bowl.

"Xiao Fan, if it's bitter, don't practice it for now."

She looked at Chen Fan's red hands and felt distressed.

Although she was relieved that Chen Fan was sensible and willing to share the pressure with her husband, she was more worried that when the father and son went out hunting together, if something happened, how would she, a woman with a child, live?

Chen Fan smiled and shook his head. Bitter? It's really not bitter, he still enjoys it.

He quickly drank the porridge and rushed to practice archery, leaving his mother with a distressed face and his brother with a confused face.

"Alas, there is no other way. Time is running out. We must race against time."

Chen Fan sighed. This camp is already very fragile. If there is any more attack, the consequences will be disastrous. However, his experience in his previous life told him that good fortune often comes with misfortune, and he must grow up as soon as possible.

He walked quickly while looking at the attribute panel.

After a morning of practice, his proficiency in basic archery has reached 52%. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be able to upgrade this skill to level 1 before dark.

At that time, there will definitely be some extraordinary changes!