The Traveling Frog: Human Evolution Didn't Take Me

"It's all off the target. Sometimes it's useless to be handsome. You can try to be handsome after you have developed a gun sense." Denial from the instructor.

Jiang Ming was dumbfounded (°Д°), he clearly aimed, what's going on?

All afternoon, everyone practiced shooting in the shooting range.

Qin Fan has a good sense of the gun and has already started to challenge the [-]-meter distance.

The effective killing range of a pistol is about 50 meters. After [-] meters, you have to consider the bullet drop, the influence of wind speed, and so on.

On the other side, Jiang Ming reloaded twelve bullets and aimed at a target 50 meters ahead.

After firing several shots, no color appeared on the target.

Zhao Heng, who was on Jiang Ming's left, poked his head and said, "Oh no, you didn't aim at your target, why did you shoot at my target?"

Qin Fan: "???"

Chen Shuli smiled helplessly.

Among the six of them, little Song Li's marksmanship is better than Jiang Ming's.

At least little Song Li could hit the target, Jiang Ming couldn't even hit the edge of the target.

Jiang Ming said angrily: "Grandma, if this ability is not suppressed, I will shoot ten rings!"

Qin Fan smiled and said, "You changed magazines three times, that is 36 rounds, and you missed one, the probability..."

"Mistake! This is definitely a mistake!"

"If I don't hit the target, it doesn't mean my marksmanship is bad! At least I can hit other people's targets."

Jiang Ming explained that there were words that everyone didn't understand one after another, such as "absolute gun feeling" and "one shot with one shot".

It made everyone laugh.

There was a jovial air in the shooting range.

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.????(／ω＼)????.

Chapter 23 The Fencing

The next day, everyone quickly assembled on the playground after the bell rang.

Instructor Zhu looked at the energetic crowd, nodded slightly, and continued to run with a heavy load.

Thirty kilograms of iron plates fell on everyone, and this time no one complained of being tired.

Yesterday I managed to survive forty catties, but today I only have thirty catties. If someone can't hold on, they should really be beaten up.

"Little Li, give me a piece."

Lu Miaomiao took a breath and was about to take an iron plate from Song Li's bag.

"No, I can."

Song Li shook her head, holding her shoulder strap tightly with her little white hands, panting for heat with her flushed face.

"After carrying through yesterday, today is a lot easier."

Zhao Heng shook his head and smiled, and glanced at Jiang Ming and Shu Li. They haven't shouted until now, and they seem to be used to it.

Qin Fan was carrying a [-]-jin backpack, which he thought was quite light.

"Forget it, it's impossible to turn off the gene lock. It seems that I can only pretend it every morning."

Pretending to be a little difficult.

Trot at the end of the team, helping those who are not very active, slightly fat and thin.

Before he knew it, there were ten iron plates in his bag again.

Before twelve noon, everyone had already returned to the school gate.

Sweaty, they quickly took off their equipment and assembled neatly.

Instructor Zhu nodded slightly: "Everyone performed very well, but some people's physical fitness still needs more practice. Starting tomorrow, an extra two kilometers will be added."

When everyone heard the words, some people complained in a low voice.

Instructor Zhu smiled and said, "Do you think I'm torturing you? What's the benefit of torturing you? Am I happy? I'm excited? I don't have this habit."

"Don't forget what the purpose of coming to the martial arts school is to improve yourself. After you go out and enter the team, your equipment will weigh at least ten catties."

"How can you chase Mystery if you can't run fast while wearing equipment? If you are on duty and encounter Mystery chasing you, you can't even run, how can you survive until rescue arrives?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately lost all resentment in their hearts.

Enhanced training is only good for them.

"Only those who live for a long time will have output, achievements, and contributions. Two years is not long, and it will pass in a blink of an eye. Work hard to improve yourself."

After Zhu Xinglong finished speaking, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated immediately. He picked it up and looked, frowned and complained: "I just came to be an instructor, and I didn't promise to help you solve the mystery, throw it away."

Those standing in the front row heard a little bit.

After disbanding, Jiang Ming came to Qin Fan's side: "Old Qin, the instructor just mentioned the mystery, is there a destruction-level mystery in Haicheng?"

The corner of Qin Fan's mouth twitched, and he glared at him: "I think so...you can ask the instructor directly."

Come to me for every question, am I the one who can predict the future?

Qin Fan is still a little bored, the frog cub has been tinkering with things at home for almost two days, why hasn't he gone out to play.

Could it be that the temptation of omelet rice with tomato sauce is gone?

Guagua, who was knitting a sweater, suddenly raised his head and looked at Qin Fan.

A croak seemed to say don't worry, hurry up, wait a little longer.

Qin Fan had no choice but to touch its head with his little hand, then closed the page and had a luxurious lunch.

In the afternoon, it was no longer shooting training, but another instructor.

"It's really energetic, not bad."

The instructor seemed to have just come from another place, after all, the suitcase in his hand hadn't been put in the instructor's dormitory yet.

"Hey, I just received an order from the headquarters, so I was a little hasty, but it's okay, let's go straight to class."

The man smiled, looked left and right, and finally came to a big tree.

I saw him jumping lightly, as if doing light work, he landed on the tree trunk very easily.

With a slash of the palm knife, an invisible force directly cut off the thigh-thick branch.

Everyone's pupils had a magnitude [-] earthquake! Σ(°△°|||)︴

This new instructor seems to be very powerful, he can cut tree trunks with bare hands!And the cuts are so smooth!

"I am Xue Chuan, the instructor of your swordsmanship class. I will teach you for the next half a year."

While Instructor Xue was speaking, his hand didn't stop, he was cutting the tree trunk with the knife, and soon it looked like a wooden sword.

"Instructor Xue, um, your ability is..." A young man raised his hand and spoke in a daze.

Xue Chuan looked at the shuriken sword and said with a light smile, "Sequence 101: Iron Sand Palm."

Power Sequence 101: Iron Sand Palm.

[Hands are as hard as steel, invincible, and can cut iron like mud]

"Because I came in a hurry, I didn't bring my sword with me in the branch, so I made a temporary wooden sword."

After waving it lightly a few times, Xue Chuan said: "I have been learning swords since I was five years old, and it has been 22 years. I have won countless awards and killed no less than fifty mysterious animals with my sword."

"What I want to tell you is that sometimes, you can kill Mystery with a sword. The ability only greatly increases the possibility of killing Mystery, but people without offensive abilities can still easily kill them."

Xue Chuan swung the sword in his hand, and the wooden sword cut through the air, making several crackling sounds.

A fallen leaf floated towards him, and he stabbed it out with a sword. The fallen leaf as big as a thumb was pierced by the wooden sword and landed on the tip of the sword.

Everyone looked shocked.

They didn't feel any breath out.

"Sword, the king of a hundred soldiers, the holy product of ancient times, and a weapon for advancing and fighting. However, there are thousands of ways to use the sword, and some kill decisively, just like a dragon fighting a rabbit!"

"Some hide their sharpness, dazzle their eyes, and take the enemy's head without anyone noticing, and some swords are like thunder, which is hard to guard against."

Xue Chuan used some sword skills, obviously without using his strength, but the dust on the ground spun from time to time.

"Speaking of it, you can't feel it at all, you have to do it yourself."

Xue Chuan thought for a while, then looked at the young man who was sitting in the front and squinted his eyes and almost fell asleep.

"This student, you come up to fencing with me."

Qin Fan, who was tired from watching, was closing his eyes and resting his mind. He knew the sword skills of this new instructor very well.

After learning swordsmanship, he is now a swordsmanship master. He thinks he is not the best, but he is definitely not too bad.

Hearing someone pushing him beside him, Qin Fan opened his eyes and saw Jiang Ming's eyes squinting forward.

Qin Fan turned his head and met Xue Chuan's gaze.

Jiang Ming whispered, "Old Qin, the instructor is calling you to fencing with him."

Qin Fan was taken aback, stood up and walked in front of Xue Chuan.

The latter has already used this little time to temporarily make another wooden sword.

There is no opening strike, but it is also very painful to hit people.

Qin Fan took the wooden sword and looked at the instructor in front of him who asked him to strike at will.

He swung the sword flower and approached carefully.

"Um?"

Xue Chuan froze for a moment, but quickly calmed down.

Sword flower, it's not particularly difficult, beginners can do it, it seems that this student still has some basics, not bad.

Seeing that Xue Chuan didn't make any other moves, Qin Fan also gradually approached, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed to ten feet.

"This student is quite cautious. He uses the sword flower to confuse the opponent, so he can't see your sword move."

Reed!

As soon as Xue Chuan finished speaking, Qin Fan stabbed out with a sword, and the former quickly raised his hand in front of him.

A sword pierced Mu Jianjian's body, Qin Fan quickly retracted the sword, and swept across with his lower body!

Xue Chuan raised his brows, leaped lightly to avoid the sweep, and thought to himself: "????? This student has something, he has practiced it."

Chapter 24 I refused when Mr. Quit the Literary World Back then

Everyone: (?⊿?)?

In front of the crowd, Qin Fan and Xue Chuan fought back and forth. Although they were wooden swords, the sound they made when they collided was extremely crisp.

Like bamboo boards beating together from time to time.

Zhao Heng's eyes were fixed on the wooden sword that was flung out. Suddenly, he patted Jiang Ming's thigh on the side of his body and whispered, "What's the matter? Qin Fan has learned swordsmanship before?"

Jiang Ming: "I don't know."

He really didn't know, in his impression, Lao Qin, like him, didn't exercise much at all, didn't study much, except for playing video games, it was the canyon driving black.

Jiang Ming's mental activity: "Could it be that after Lao Qin goes offline every night, he secretly rolls me in the living room?!"

This sword technique, this pick-up, the sword body is stable and not trembling, and it is impossible to achieve this level within a few years of learning.

"Worthy of being my male god, he has good physical strength. I didn't expect to have attainments in swordsmanship."

A girl said with staring eyes.

Everyone has started whispering.

Qin Fan focused his eyes on the front without any other distractions. A sword pierced the air and swept across. He leaned back to avoid it, and was about to fight back.