835: C835 Flying Knife

C835 Flying Knife

There were all kinds of domestic sniper rifles. Yang Song looked around and thought of the wounds he got when he was shot last time. He could not help but touch his wounds using the so-called sniper rifle.

After that, he walked to the side of one of the sniper rifles and patted it with his hand. He looked at Yang Song meaningfully and the latter immediately understood that this was the gun that he had been shot with. Even Yang Song felt a dull ache coming from his wound.

"So many firearms!" Old Master Xu, can I play with anything? " Chen Ming's eyes were shining. Which boy didn't have a dream of playing with a gun?

Old man Xu also nodded with a smile, "No problem. You can play whatever you want. It won't be a problem even if you have fun!" But you have to play with a professional. "

However, after Chen Ming heard this, he looked around him. Right now, he was already itching to give it a try.

"Where is he? Where's the instructor? Hurry up! I almost couldn't stand it. "

"I am!"

The horse came out from the side and said to Chen Ming, "Pick a gun, I'll play with you. You have to listen to my commands, or else I will disqualify you from the experience."

"Got it!" Rest assured! Having known Yang Song for so long, I have yet to learn anything else. Chen Ming nodded his head and said there was no problem. What was this? Wasn't it just following orders?

Meng Shihan was also very interested. She wanted to give it a try, but to a girl like this, guns were more interesting than makeup. She looked excitedly at Old Man Xu, indicating that she also wanted to play.

Seeing Meng Shihan's expression, Old Master Xu smiled, "Little girl, don't worry. Someone will be teaching you soon."

The moment he said those words, he saw Weiyang walking over with an adorable look on her face. Those who didn't know what he meant would think that it was a teenage lady.

Meng Shihan saw this and of course thought the same way. She looked at Qi Yang with some surprise and blurted out, "Is this little sister a soldier?"

"That's right!" Sis, I'm also a special forces soldier! Don't look down on me! " He still likes to act cute and make use of his natural boyish looks.

Yang Song could not help but complain, "Stop fooling around. You think that this person's sister is more than enough. If you want me to say so, then it's time to call you Auntie!" Yang Song rolled his eyes. This elder sister still liked to act cute even now. She wanted him to misunderstand her the first time they met. It was all because he knew that he didn't lose out.

Right now, Yang Dong was furious when he saw Yang Song. He hated Yang Song so much that his teeth itched. More importantly, he still couldn't beat this kid. There was nothing he could do, so he could only glare at Yang Song.

Fortunately, Meng Shi Han wasn't in the mood to talk about these things. She was only concerned about the firearms. As a result, Qi Yang brought Meng Shi Han to experience them. The remaining four people stood on the spot and sat in the resting area.

Old man Xu saw Yang Song sitting to the side, seemingly unwilling to move. He curiously asked, "Yang Song, aren't you going to experience it?"

"Forget it, I'm not going anymore!" Yang Song shook his head. It was true that men liked guns, but he didn't really want to be familiar with these killing tools, so he smiled and said, "I'm a chef. I like using knives!"

As he said that, Yang Song pulled out a fish slaughtering knife from his body and did some juggling in front of them. With a flip of his right hand, the fish slaughtering knife disappeared! It was like a magic trick.

Shengxiao stood behind Old Master Xu, nodding as he said, "That's right. It's indeed better for you to use a blade than a spear. How about we compare notes?"

Was this guy born to be a fighting maniac? The first time they met, they wanted to compare notes with Yang Song. If it wasn't for Yang Song giving them a meaningful glance and the fact that he didn't talk much, Meng Shihan and Chen Ming might have realized how powerful Yang Song was.

Actually, they already knew that there wasn't any big problem, but Yang Song didn't want them to know too much. There were some things, the less they knew, the less they would worry about it. They only needed to know that they were stronger than the average person.

Yang Song was stunned. He scratched his head and said helplessly, "Why do you still want to compete?" "With so many people here right now, it would be fine if we were to compete, but they still don't know how good I am at fighting."

As a chef, cooking good food was enough, but what about Yang Song? As he went to participate in variety shows, he became a popular netizen again. He almost had to go to the movies, and in the end, he told them that he was very good at fighting, could he just join one of the country's top special forces?

This was a little bullshit, it was too absurd to say it out loud, it was better not to let too many people know. Yang Song was not prepared to tell too many things to the people around him, such as his own Goldfinger System.

However, Shengxiao shook his head and said, "I'm not an ignorant person. The competition I'm talking about isn't a competition of kicks and punches, but this!"

After saying that, he took out a small throwing knife and threw it at the target. The flying knife then stabbed into the ten rings.

So that's what he was talking about! Only then did Yang Song heave a sigh of relief. So this was the competition! This was no problem for them. Chen Ming and Meng Shihan knew that they would use sabers. They had already thrown so many sabers in front of them. That would be great!

"Twenty meters? This is not a challenging task, so just fifty meters will do! " Yang Song chuckled. Fifty meters was nothing. It was clear to the naked eye that only a hundred meters was a challenge.

Fifty meters? Shengxiao's eyes lit up. Not bad, you just like this attitude. Only in a competition like this would it feel good! It was a challenge!0

"No problem!" "Fifty meters means fifty meters!"

As he said that, he took out a bag of throwing knives. Yang Song roughly counted a total of twenty throwing knives. He could tell that this kid had prepared well! Last time, during the sparring match, he hadn't seen this brat take out these things! They must be prepared by now.

He happened to hear Yang Song say that he was playing with swords, so he took the opportunity to mention it! At the end of the day, Yang Song was just an ordinary boy. Even though he had quite a few abilities, he still had a similar temperament. With someone provoking him, he still wanted to win.

She stood behind them and laughed, "Then I'll be the referee, with Old Master Xu and I. I'll get the knives for you guys! "

Since she had already thrown one of them out, she wanted it back now. She shouted at the two men who were happily shooting: "Come on in, empty the magazine!"

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