I thought I would have nothing to rest for a month, but I didn't expect that a drunk man would appear.

Yang Fanhai's life has become very regular. When he goes out on time every morning, the drunk man will wait for him in the woods every day. He has not taught too many skills, but just reminded him of some practice skills. But even so, Yang Fanhai still feels benefiting a lot.

The drunkards are often surprised by Yang Fanhai's performance. Not to mention the technique of practicing eyes, the heavy objects in his hand are not something that can be done with high cultivation. It takes a long time to train the body to get used to it. Except for those who practice bows and arrows, most warriors and even practitioners have never done similar things.

However, Yang Fanhai made great progress. It took only five days to persevere for a day and would not tremble.

The drunk man often lamented that Yang Fanhai was born to learn archery, but Yang Fanhai himself knew that everything should be attributed to Master Feng’s teaching method. He also started practicing the gun by himself, and he had been practicing the basic skills for a long time, which was similar to the drunk man’s teaching method.

This kind of training method can make rapid progress as long as you adapt slightly.

That kind of eye training technique is also unique. After about ten days, when the true energy is condensed in the eyes and the objects locked in their eyes, it really feels like they are getting bigger. The leaf unknowingly turned into a carriage wheel.

When Yang Fanhai thought it was enough to report his achievements to the drunkard and wanted to start learning archery, the drunkard took a smaller leaf and asked him to continue watching. The same is true for the request, and he wanted to see the smaller leaf as if it were a carriage wheel.

Ten days have passed again, and the training has achieved results. When the smaller leaf became like a carriage wheel in Yang Fanhai's eyes, the drunkard grabbed an ant and asked Yang Fanhai to continue training.

In a month, he said he was teaching archery skills, but he had never even touched the bow and arrow. However, Yang Fanhai was still very interested in learning and did not need to try it. He also knew that this method would definitely be useful.

After a month of this, the day of the war that had been made with Gongsun Shaodian finally arrived.

Early in the morning, Yang Fanhai came to the woods again, and the drunkard was already waiting here.

"Senior!" Yang Fanhai bowed and said, "I thank you for your teaching this month, but I'm afraid I have to leave first if I have something important to do."

"I heard it!" The drunk man nodded: "You have to lead troops to attack Yanzhou. The Guifang tribe is not a very strong tribe and does not have a good inheritance. Their king has the strength of the Taiyi Jinxian realm. Although it is not top in the cultivation world, it is already considered good above these Jiuzhou."

"With your strength, you can fight even when encountering Xuanxian, but you have to be careful when encountering Jinxian. Although the Ghost Party tribe has been constantly in civil war, the strong people in the clan have hardly looked south, but now the internal wars seem to be about to stop. It is difficult to guarantee that strong people will enter Yanzhou. You should be more careful."

"Thank you senior!" Yang Fanhai nodded and thought to himself that he didn't know what the drunk man was from, but he seemed to know very clearly about the world.

The drunk man flipped his hand and took out a large bow, which was covered in black. Unlike ordinary large bows, this large bow was made of metal, and you could tell at a glance that it had a great force. The bow strings were flashing with black light, and I don’t know what material it was made of.

He handed the big bow to Yang Fanhai and said, "This is a bow made for me when I was a teenager. Although it is not as good as a treasure artifact, it is better than ordinary magic weapons. Now I can't use it anymore, and I just give it to you."

"Is this... really OK?" Yang Fanhai was overjoyed. He could also see that this big bow was much better than the big bows on the school ground. If it could be used properly, it would naturally exert its stronger combat power.

The drunkard stuffed the big bow into Yang Fanhai's hand: "Hold it. In fact, weapons of this level are nothing in the world of cultivation, but they are better than nothing. It's better than nothing! When you have the opportunity to find a better bow, it's not too late to change it."

Yang Fanhai took the big bow, gently stroked it, and tried to explore a trace of spiritual consciousness. It was indeed a magic weapon. In a short while, it had been refined. Although it was indeed not a very powerful magic weapon, it was better than an ordinary big bow.

"You are going to go to war tomorrow. I won't continue to practice my eyesight today. Let's change my way."

While the drunk man spoke, he reached out to pick up a leaf, then waved it casually, and the leaves hit a big tree hundreds of meters away like stones.

He took out a few more feather arrows and handed them to Yang Fanhai: "I will shoot the arrows officially today, and I will try to shoot this leaf first."

"Sir, please obey the order!"

Yang Fanhai was overjoyed. No matter who he learned, he naturally wanted to try it. These days, he followed the requirements of the drunkard and never touched a bow and arrow. He was already itchy in his heart, and now he can finally get what he wants.

Staring at the leaves in the distance, gathering true energy in their eyes. In an instant, a small leaf became the size of a carriage wheel.

He opened the bow and put the strings on his mind and calmed down. Yang Fanhai focused all his attention on the bow and arrow and the leaf.

The magic weapons that were refined were naturally different from ordinary weapons. At this moment, Yang Fanhai felt that he was holding not only Zhang Dagong in his hand, but also part of his body. It felt like he was almost holding a black spear.

The big bow is cast in metal, with a huge force. Without thousands of kilograms of strength, it is impossible to pull it open. If you want to use it easily, you may need tens of thousands of kilograms of strength. Even Yang Fanhai needs to use Manniu Power at this moment to use it well.

The target was locked, and the right hand was loosened, and the feather arrow came out of the string, like a meteor, directly hitting the big tree.

"Bang!"

The arrow was extremely powerful, and it was just an ordinary big tree, so how could it bear it? With the loud roar, the big tree was already shattered by blowing.

"I'm beaten!"

Yang Fanhai looked happy. Although the tree was gone, he still clearly saw his feather arrow hitting the leaf.

Compared to the shooting technique he used to shoot at Chentang Pass, the arrow he had just now been a sharpshooter.

The drunk man also smiled and nodded: "No, not bad, it's barely a starting point."

"Is this just an introduction?" Yang Fanhai asked, young and energetic, and he couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied.

The drunk man smiled and took the big bow from Yang Fanhai's hand, and did not take the feather arrow. He just pulled it casually and saw the true energy condensed and turned into a feather arrow.

So awesome... Yang Fanhai thought to himself that if he could learn this method of condensing energy into arrows, he would no longer have to carry a bunch of feather arrows like an ordinary archer.

Release your hand, pull your bow, let go, pull your bow... The drunk man repeated this movement casually, and arrows of true qi shot out.

Something that stunned Yang Fanhai happened. The drunk man was clearly shooting arrows in one direction, but those arrows of true qi seemed to live like a normal life, twisting their own trajectory, avoiding obstacles, or circling around the air...

Soon, the big trees from all directions were shot by the arrows of true energy, either from leaves, a scar on the trunk, or a small bug... Although the drunkard did not say what he was going to shoot, Yang Fanhai knew that these things were locked in.

The last arrow shot into the sky, and the arrow of true energy rushed into the sky with a flowing light like a terrifying light, and then fell down like a meteor. While Yang Fanhai was stunned, he had already shot a stone behind him.

When he returned the big bow to Yang Fanhai, the drunk man said seriously: "The shooting technique is not something that can be done by picking up the bow and arrow and shooting it randomly. The strength and accurate head are indispensable. It's just that you can't really get started, because I asked you to shoot leaves just now, but you shot the entire big tree."

"This means that you can't control your strength yet, and you only know how to draw your bow and shoot arrows in catharsis. No matter what kind of ability you are, if you can't control your strength, it means that your cultivation is not enough. Although you don't know who taught your marksmanship, I believe he should have said similar things to you."

Yang Fanhai nodded. He had been hit by Master Feng with a fishing line on the beheading that day because he could not control his strength.

"And now you can only shoot arrows to death, and you can only shoot targets that appear within your sight. If I ask you to shoot the stone behind me, it will probably be difficult for you to do it."

Yang Fanhai was silent and did not deny it, he really couldn't do it.

"But this is not difficult!" The drunk man smiled again, "If you spend more time on it, you can do it soon!"

While speaking, he sucked a leaf from the ground and into his hands.

"It's not difficult to shoot dead objects, but shooting live objects is considered a bit of ability! I'm throwing this leaf out now, and you can try to see if it can be shot."

Yang Fanhai nodded and was ready.

The drunk man raised the leaves in his hand, rushed up dozens of meters, and then slowly fell down.

Concentrating his mind and calming his energy, Yang Fanhai's true energy condensed in his eyes, staring at the leaf tightly, and then setting his bow and stringing.

Although the leaf was as big as a wheel in his eyes, it always made him feel a little guilty when moving from time to time. Seeing that the leaf had fallen by more than half of its height, I was afraid it would land in a few breaths.

Yang Fanhai finally let go of his right hand, and the feather arrow left the string, and it was fast. It flashed through a stream of light and flew over the leaf, but it did not hit it.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the big trees behind were shot into pieces, the air waves tumbling, convolving around, the big trees swaying, and the leaves were colorful.

"No, good, it's just a little bit. If you practice more, you will definitely be able to hit the shot! I'll teach you this for the time being. Remember to practice well and don't waste it. I'll come to you again after some time."

The drunk man walked and said, shakingly leaving among a fallen leaf, but soon disappeared.

This senior is quite interesting... Yang Fanhai can't think of anything, so he can only describe it like this.

I practiced it on my own. When the sun sets, I left the string with one arrow and finally shot a falling leaf.

In this way, Yang Fanhai satisfies his bow and returns to the city.
Chapter completed!