Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Seeing Yan San coming, Ling Qingyu gave in, and waited until Yan San sat down and asked, "Why did you come out so soon?"

"There are two guns looking for Yang Zhao and the others." Yan San said lightly, took a sip from the cup in front of Ling Qingyu, frowned and said, "What is this?"

****? Well, Ling Qingyu admitted that this modern language is indeed too easy for people to accept, but they also learned too fast!

"The two of you didn't mess with you, right?" Yan San put down the cup, but looked at Cheng Jia. The two looked arrogant and arrogant. Seeing that they came from the tea room, Yan Sanbun felt uneasy. Well, in fact, he was uneasy from the beginning, but he was really curious about the gun and let Ling Qingyu be alone. Here, I just got acquainted a little bit and left. When I came over, I heard the two arrogantly saying that they were going to teach the local tyrant in the corridor.

Cheng Jia smiled and whispered: "They say bad things about her, it's hard to hear."

Yan Qi, who came in behind Yan San, left without sitting and turning his head.

"Yan San..." Ling Qingyu sighed.

"Don't worry," Yan San said softly, holding her in her arms, "It won't be noticeable, it's just a bag and sap." This trick was also learned from the movie that Cheng Jia got down.

Ling Qingyu was a little speechless, but more of it was warmth. In her previous life, she had been said to be strong. In fact, any woman who is willing to be strong, willing to stand alone in those miserable winds and rains, even smiles indifferently even if she is insulted in person.

The corners of his eyes were slightly wet, Ling Qingyu put his head in Yan San's arms.

Caressing her finally relaxed shoulders, Yan San swept her gaze outwards extremely coldly, and he still had some restraint over there, because after all, Ling Qingyu's world was overseas, and at that time in Bianjing, their power was not equal. Not enough, the shadow hadn't grown up at that time, and Yan Qi wasn't there either. When it comes to force, he was alone. Therefore, he would somewhat constrain, fearing that his impulse would drag her into the abyss.

But now it's different. Ye Xi and Ye Po's martial arts are even higher than him. Ying Jiu and Ying Shi 13 have also fully grown. What's more terrifying about him!

Besides, these people are more hateful than the people in Bianjing!

Cheng Jia raised his hand to call the waiter, asked for a pot of boiled water, and then asked for a tea cake. When using those simple tea utensils to make tea leisurely, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Today, among these people, there are super masters, military generals who have taken the world, and one him. If this can't protect their darlings, they are really going to die.

When Jiao Ning sent a few people out, he was already nodding and bowing in a gesture of being convinced, and then repeatedly invited Yang Zhao and Meng Su to play with him in the future. There would often be competitions like the kind of gambling just now. I hope they will be him. Participants from, while talking, handed a big paper bag to Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao handed it to Ling Qingyu, who stood up and greeted him. Ling Qingyu looked down. There were two bundles of brand new hundred-yuan bills in the thick paper bag, two hundred thousand cash...

"Win." Yang Zhao smiled.

Back in time, to when the two men came in.

The coat was put on the back of the chair casually. The man in the white shirt was elegant and handsome. After just pointing a few times, his gun posture was more accurate than his. His natural aura made Jiao Ning. Put away the contemptuous attitude at the beginning.

His shooting range is not external, and the receptions are all members. If it were not for friends, he would be unwilling to receive novices. However, although these people do not know anything about guns, they are too quick to become familiar with them, and, The bloodthirsty killing inadvertently made him, a Vietnam War veteran, chilled from behind.

These people swept their eyes from the blond young man in the shooting room at the far end to the ten red-hearted young man in front of him. These people, he swore with the instinct of a veteran, that they were definitely not ordinary people.

"What's that called?" Zhao Yinfeng grabbed his gun, took off his earmuffs and shouted at He Li in the shooting room next to him.

He Li was taken aback, and said: "Recoil?" Meng Su was very interested in guns. He asked Cheng Jia to download the relevant information and studied with Yang Zhao for several days, so they were the first to use them proficiently. When listening to the boss’s teaching just now, new terms came out one after another.

"Yes, that's it." Zhao Yinfeng probed out and asked, "Yang Zhao, how did you solve the recoil?"

Yang Zhao hasn't spoken yet, Meng Su has already laughed and said, "It's good to get used to it, and the strength is about the same as archery. However, Zhao Yinfeng, you should just forget it, you can't do this."

"Look at me? Meng Su, there is a kind to try!" Zhao Yinfeng raised his brows and exclaimed.

Just after a round of shooting, Meng Su smiled while loading the bullet: "It's better, but we can get a lot of money."

"That's natural, you say!" Zhao Yinfeng also started playing bullets, said.

"Well, let's take a bet tonight. You lose, and it belongs to me tonight." Meng Su said, leaning out of the shooting room and blinking provocatively at him.

Zhao Yin, who wanted to say that there was no problem, quietly suppressed his voice, joking, Meng Su is a famous marksman like Yang Zhao, and playing this kind of nature is more agile than him. It is hard to wait until that person belongs to him tonight! Zhao Yinfeng turned around and exclaimed: "If you don't compare this to you, let's go out to singles out!"

Meng Su smiled and said: "Then I don't compare with you, you can find the general, or find, na, eleven."

Several people laughed, and Zhao Yinfeng said angrily: "You are going to challenge eleven!"

"Jiao Ning, I heard that you have a big money here, so how dare you dare to play with your buddies." The voice from the door stopped the jokes in the shooting range and looked at the two people who came in through the door, Zhao Yin Feng raised his brows and said, "Oh, are you trying to compete with us?"

"Dare? Well, let's not bully you. How about twenty thousand rounds?" His eyes turned from the man in the first shooting room that Jiao Ning looked at to the burly man who leaned out of the shooting room to answer the conversation. Man, Mr. Zhu smiled.

Jiao Ning just wanted to stop, and heard the burly man say: "You two, we also have two people. One game will determine the winner. Don't be so verbose, one hundred thousand one game." He suddenly stopped.

After talking to the two, Zhao Yinfeng winked at Yang Zhao and said, "Well, win some money, and invite my brothers to eat something good tonight."

Yang Zhao smiled, put down his gun and said, "Let's just come to have fun, don't make trouble."

"Oh, you're scared?" Mr. Zhu pushed Yang Zhao away and said, "This place is not for people like you. Let's go to another place to play, kid."

The sound of the other shooting booths all stopped. Zhao Yinfeng leaned against the door of the shooting booth, blew the barrel and whistle, and said, "My lord has a lot of them. Don't bully you too much."

Ye eleven people stopped, just like Zhao Yinfeng stood at the door of the shooting room, looking at the two courageous men in their thirties.

Yang Zhao smiled slightly, unconsciously showing a chill on his face, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "How do you want to compare?"

The man in front of him was only twenty-five or sixty, with a slender figure and a handsome face. Mr. Zhu thought he was just a second-generation local tyrant, but when he smiled like this, the fighting spirit made him startled, and he was a little speechless.

"Mr. Zhu, Mr. Peng, this is the first time this gentleman took a gun today and gave it to..." Before Jiao Ning's words were finished, Mr. Peng had already laughed: "He said that. If we don't face the battle, it seems we are afraid. With them, it’s only a hundred thousand rounds, how about two-on-two?"

Jiao Ning smiled, and stopped persuading. Zhu and Peng have been playing guns for a long time. They like to use this method to show their power. I heard that they are newcomers, so they are even more enthusiastic. Kick off the iron plate.

The standard pistol, ten bullets, the longest moving target, Zhu's selection method is generally that newcomers are afraid that they will not hit a target. To show fairness, Jiao Ning took out 200,000 cash and put it aside. Those who have lost money will pay him.

Mr. Yang Zhao and Mr. Zhu were in the adjacent shooting room. Mr. Peng and Meng Su were in the adjacent shooting room. While the four were loading bullets, Ying Jiu followed Yan Qi out.

After ten bullets were fired, Mr. Zhu and Mr. Peng took off their earmuffs and looked at their scores of around 70 rings. They were very proud of their scores. Generally, it is not bad for newcomers to target all of them. At most, only 20 or 30 rings.

The distant target moved closer. Looking at the gradually clear target, Zhu and Peng's eyes kept widening, and finally they cried out in disbelief: "This is impossible!"

On those two targets, there was only one hole in the center of the red heart. Ten rounds in a row hit the same place. Even a sharpshooter in the special forces might not be able to achieve this result. How could it be possible for two newcomers?

The two looked at Jiao Ning with dark faces.

Jiao Ning smiled faintly: "Mr. Yang and Mr. Meng are indeed touching guns for the first time today." Although it was the first time, he was shocked by the speed at which they became proficient. Before Zhu and Peng came in, the two of them He had already started to hit all the red hearts, but he didn't expect that he could even hit the bead.

Yang Zhao smiled faintly. Guns and arrows are essentially the same, but what the gun needs to master also includes recoil calculations and ballistic marks. If you change to another gun, he may not be able to do so in such a short time. He did it, but this gun was exactly what he had just adapted to.

After weighing the grab in his hand, Meng Su smiled and said, "This thing is a bit interesting, General, shall we come to play again when we have time?"

General! This time not only Zhu Peng, but even Jiao Ning looked incredulous. Could it be that all three of them lost their eyes? This person is not the second generation of local tyrants, but the second generation of the army? No, three generations of the army?

However, how could the third generation of the army have not touched a gun? Even if it is a civil servant, it is impossible to have never touched it!

However, the reaction when they first took the gun was not fake!

Jiao Ning was messed up in the wind.

"Then, do we win?" Zhao Yinfeng put his hand on Yang Zhao's shoulder, and smiled evilly at Zhu Peng.

At the beginning, people said they were newcomers and they didn't let them. Even if they know that the opponent is the third generation of the army, they are afraid that the newcomer is also fake, but they provoked the test. Both Peng swallowed unconsciously, and nodded as if swallowing a bitter fruit.

"Let's go." Yang Zhao picked up his jacket, took Zhao Yinfeng's hand off by the way, and said, "Don't make Qingyu wait in a hurry."

Jiao Ning put the money in the paper bag, and hurriedly sent a few people out, the end has changed from being raised high to a waist.

If it is indeed their first time to touch a gun, regardless of their status, this talent is incredible.