The Traveling Frog: Human Evolution Didn't Take Me

But Xue Chuan turned his right hand, and the blade quickly circled in mid-air and slashed back.

Qin Fan blocked his waist with a sword, and the blades collided. Xue Chuan strode close to him, his palm spread, and his five fingers hung like dragon claws in front of Qin Fan's neck.

"Not bad, the technique is amazing, if I continue to fight with you like this, I won't have to teach others."

Xue Chuan said in a low voice.

Qin Fan stepped back and smiled: "The instructor's swordsmanship is superb, and I'm just scratching the surface."

Putting the wooden sword on the ground, Qin Fan returned to the crowd.

Xue Chuan nodded slightly, his eyes wandered, and he picked another student to go up.

The young man held the sword for the first time, and he swung it almost indiscriminately, full of flaws, Xue Chuan directly pressed his chest with one hand.

"Cough, this is your normal level, full of flaws, it's hard to be undefeated." After Xue Chuan coughed lightly, he began to teach seriously.

He cut off several tree trunks, made sticks about one meter long and threw them to the crowd.

"Well, Qin Fan, you come up and stand behind me. Whatever moves I make, you follow."

Xue Chuan said, let the 500 people keep a distance, and then began to make the basic moves of learning swords.

An afternoon passed quietly with sweat dripping down.

The bell rang, and everyone relaxed after maintaining the posture for 10 minutes.

Jiang Ming lay on the ground and supported his waist: "This is too difficult to practice. I can understand it with my brain, but my hands and waist say baa."

"Take your time, today is only the first day, and every afternoon after that, instructor Xue will have lessons, and there are only two shooting lessons a week." Zhao Heng lay on the lawn and waited for the sweat to dry.

Jiang Ming turned his head and looked at the young man beside him who lifted up the corner of his clothes to wipe his sweat: "Old Qin, are you secretly rolling me?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Qin Fan's mouth twitched, and he said, "I practice for an hour every night before going to bed, and after slowly accumulating, I'm just getting started."

This time it was Zhao Heng's turn to complain: "Can the beginner Xiaobai fight back and forth with the instructor?"

Qin Fan thought of an excuse and said: "The instructor is a city-level champion. I have practiced swordsmanship for more than 20 years. I have only had so many years. How could I be able to beat it? That is why the instructor deliberately released water to see my foundation."

After physical analysis, several people felt that this was true.

Lu Miaomiao wiped the sweat from her chin and said, "That's amazing, isn't it?"

Looking at little Song Li who didn't speak much, Qin Fan came to her side and asked, "Did you enter a certain dimensional space when you used this spell?"

Song Li nodded.

Qin Fan asked again: "Did you choose that?"

Song Li explained: "You can choose by yourself, but I usually do it randomly."

Qin Fan became interested: "How long do the souls recruited into the body usually last?"

Song Li thought for a while and said, "It's been a long time, but sometimes when I get bored, I'll put them back and recruit the spirits again."

Qin Fan blinked and said, "Then, next time you summon a spirit, can you think of pink starfish, pineapple house, and yellow sponge?"

Jiang Ming got up and came to Qin Fan's side: "Old Qin, let's go to eat, there will be no meat to eat when it's late."

Song Li immediately lowered her head, not daring to look directly at her, seeing that the girl was shy.

After dinner, it is free training time.

Qin Fan came to the indoor shooting range and picked up a burst rifle from the side.

After loading the paint bombs, he turned on the moving target.

Three meters wide and 200 meters long shooting lane.

Immediately, more than a dozen targets with big heads rose from the ground.

Clean and without any paint.

The moving speed of the target is very slow, an average of [-] centimeters per second, and some are [-] meter per second, simulating the trotting speed of real people.

He set up his gun and aimed with one eye.

He fired several shots and hit the target.

Although it's not ten rings, it's pretty good that it didn't miss the target.

"Okay, do you want Bibi?"

Zhao Heng changed into clean clothes, passed by Qin Fan, and came to the gun cabinet.

"How do you compare?" Qin Fan glanced at him and asked.

"Ten moving targets, ten guns depends on the number of rings." Zhao Heng smiled and picked out a rifle that was exactly the same as Qin Fan's.

"No more bets?"

"What do you want to bet on?"

"Whoever loses will need two more iron boards to run with the weight tomorrow."

The corner of Zhao Heng's mouth twitched. It was originally thirty catties, but if I asked for two yuan more, it would be fifty catties.

But when he thought that he was the first to ask whether he wanted Bibi or not, he gritted his teeth and agreed: "Yes, you are ready to carry an extra twenty catties tomorrow."

"Maybe it's not me." Qin Fan smiled confidently.

The two opened the moving target at the same time.

There were also other students in the indoor shooting range. When they heard that someone was competing in marksmanship, they immediately surrounded them curiously.

bang.

Qin Fan fired first, and Zhao Heng did not show weakness. In just half a minute, all ten shots were fired.

The two narrowed their eyes to see dozens of targets.

Zhao Heng: "9, 8, 10, 7, 7, 8, 6, 9, 7, 8."

Qin Fan: "10, 9, 10, 8, 9, 7, 8, 9, 7, 7."

After Zhao Heng came to Qin Fan's shooting path to confirm it, he took a breath and said unwillingly: "Hiss, gas."

"Okay, I'll add two more iron plates tomorrow." Qin Fan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "If you can't hold on later, I can help you share it."

"Hmph, it's only twenty catties more, it's not a big deal, I'll run more steadily." Zhao Heng snorted, and suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"How about this, you also bet with me? Just a piece of iron."

When they turned around, they saw Chen Shuli pushing the frame of his glasses with his index finger, smiling broadly.

Zhao Heng thought about it, they are all newcomers who have just touched guns, how could the foundation be better.

So he complied.

Two minutes later, Zhao Heng looked at his hands and fell into thought.

Qin Fan gloated: "Hahaha, sixty catties, double the weight."

Zhao Heng: (??д?)

"No, I have to find Jiang Ming to compare with me, I don't believe I can still lose."

At this time, Jiang Ming was sitting on the playground, under the light, he held the sword in both hands and waved it earnestly.

Jiang Ming thought to himself: "Old Qin is so good at swordsmanship, I can't lag behind. Although he can follow his words, he is so good at swordsmanship!"

When Zhao Heng found Jiang Ming, he quickly expressed his interest, but the latter refused without thinking.

Zhao Heng was stunned: "Why?"

Jiang Ming explained: "No need, I'll take the gun later, let me just say, my gun hits Mystery, even if I shoot at the sky, the bullet will land on Mystery precisely."

After listening to Jiang Ming's explanation, Zhao Heng's whole body seemed to be petrified in place.

Over the past few days, he has been suppressed by taboos, making him temporarily forget the ability of the little fat man in front of him.

In the early morning of the next day, after everyone had a simple breakfast, they ran with weights all morning.

Thirty catties, twelve kilometers.

While taking the backpack, Zhao Heng came to Instructor Zhu under the gaze of the two.

Zhao Heng: "Report."

Zhu Xinglong frowned: "Say."

"Teacher, instructor, I think... need three more iron plates."

Zhao Heng gritted his teeth and went all out.

Zhu Xinglong was stunned for a moment, he thought this kid was looking for an excuse to say that he had a cold, so he would take less, but he didn't expect it to be...

"what ever."

Zhao Heng quickly picked up three iron plates from the ground and put them into his backpack.

His back was like a hill, which made his waist bend.

"A sixty-pound iron plate can't be carried on the back, and an 85-pound woman can walk ten miles without panting."

Qin Fan smiled and said from behind.

Chen Shuli: "I strongly opposed Mr. Qin's withdrawal from the literary world."

Zhao Heng gritted his teeth and didn't want to talk to these two people who were gloating.

Who is this, next time I must win the round, so that you two can experience the experience.

When the time comes, I will tell jokes by your side from time to time, hum.

30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor!

Chapter 25 Quack's little friend came to visit

"Your froglet is out on a trip!"

Listening to the notification tone in his ear, Qin Fan nodded in relief.

That's right, there is no future in being a house frog, you need to travel more.

Qin Fan closed the page, looked at Zhao Heng who was gnashing his teeth in anger, touched his nose and said, "Please, a person who can run [-] kilometers with sixty pounds on his back is super cool!"

Zhao Heng: ??????

Jiang Ming trotted over, seeing Zhao Heng's appearance, he couldn't help smiling and said: "(;`???,°)Old Zhao, you can duck!"

Zhao Heng glared at him: "Duck? What kind of duck, I'm not! Don't talk nonsense!"

Everyone laughed happily. In the end, Zhao Heng tried his best not to admit defeat, even if he was exhausted, he didn't let a few people help him share it.

When we got back to the playground, everyone lay down on the grass to rest. Lu Miaomiao walked over to the lady and sat down: "What happened to him today? What stimulated him, 60 pounds!"

Before Qin Fan could speak, Jiang Ming came over and interjected, "It's nothing, he just wants to see where his limit is."

Zhao Heng: ??????

Chen Shuli propped his upper body with his hands, looking at the blue sky and white clouds: "I think we can raise the stakes tonight."

Zhao Heng: ???????

Qin Fan nodded: "+1, after all, he carried sixty catties today and finished the run without saying a word, and he hasn't reached his limit yet, so you can gamble a lot tonight."

Lu Miaomiao asked curiously, "What are you talking about? What are you betting on?"

Qin Fan said with a smile: "The shooting range, compared with marksmanship, the loser will carry ten catties more when he runs with the weight the next day."

Lu Miaomiao said: "It's very interesting, I want to participate too!"

At this time, Zhao Heng stood up, opened his hands wide and closed, and said, "Hmph! Tonight, I will never lose! Just wait and see!"

After the lunch break, when everyone returned to the playground in the afternoon, Instructor Xue was already waiting.

Everyone lined up neatly, holding sticks in their hands, and learned basic moves for two hours.

"These five steps are coherent, and it is a flowing swordsmanship." Xue Chuan said, his body began to dance, and he squeaked twice.

The wooden sword cut through the air, and everyone hurriedly tried to connect.

Xue Chuan said: "First make the movements coherent in the mind, and then move the body. It must be done in one go, and don't suddenly stop in the middle of the dance to think about the next step."

Seeing Lu Miaomiao's eyes looking over, Jiang Ming felt that this was a good opportunity to perform, and quickly waved the stick, but suddenly forgot the specific action of the next step, and stopped in mid-air.