Resurrection of spiritual energy: I am cultivating the underworld in the world of supernatural power

As he spoke, Huang Wei once again took out a pistol and a rifle from the wall behind him and placed them on the table in front of Chen Feng.

"This pistol, called the Type 92-S semi-automatic pistol, uses a special 9mm special paint bullet specially made by our ghost descendants, with a capacity of 15 rounds.

This rifle, you should have seen it in many film and television dramas, is called..."

"95-S automatic rifle, which uses 5.8mm caliber bullets with a capacity of 30 rounds. Without waiting for Huang Wei to finish speaking, Chen Feng hurriedly replied.

In this regard, Huang Wei just grinned, "It seems that our classmate Chen Feng is still a military enthusiast?"

"No, I just liked to watch military dramas with my grandfather when I was a child." Chen Feng scratched his head and said with a smile.

"No wonder..."Huang Wei nodded, "You're right, it's just... The weapons of our ghost slaying people are not the same as those of the regular troops.

Didn't I tell you just now that our 92-S pistols use special bullets?

Correspondingly, our 95-S rifles here also use special bullets.

In addition, the weapons configured by our ghost descendants, both in terms of range and rate of fire, have broken through the limitations of conventional weapons and reached an almost perverted level. "

Viagra, listen to what you mean... Our ghost-slaying weapons are not the same as ordinary weapons?"

As

he spoke, Huang Wei raised the pistol on the table,

"Let's talk about this pistol first."

In the conventional military and public security departments, the pistols they are equipped with have an effective range of up to 50 meters, and the initial velocity is only about 360 meters per second.

And after the transformation of our ghost descending departments, the initial velocity of this pistol has reached 600 meters per second.

Its maximum effective range has reached 300 meters, which is close to the level of a rifle. "

This... This is too perverted, isn't it?" Chen Feng's mouth unconsciously opened and closed a few times.

"Do you think you're perverted? When you know the performance of our other weapons, it's not too late to feel perverted!" Huang Wei smiled, and then continued:

"Later, I will teach you more basic theoretical knowledge.

Of course, you will definitely not go to the sniper field in the future, so I won't teach you some overly complicated knowledge.

Shooting skills and the principles of the construction of firearms are enough for you.

Chen Feng nodded again and again after hearing this.

"Now, let me first explain to you, the structure and performance of the 92-s pistol ..."

......

Half an hour later.

"Understand?" asked Huang Wei.

"Probably understood.

Feel... It's much simpler than math and science in school. Chen Feng said with his chin propped up.

Huang Wei: ......

"That's all for today's theory lesson.

Now, you take this pistol and go over there to shoot a target, and I'll see how talented you are. Huang Wei pointed to the indoor mobile shooting range next to him.

"Okay. Chen Feng nodded, picked up the pistol on the table, and came to the position of the shooting table.

"Here's the magazine, I pressed you five rounds.

Since this is your first time firing live ammunition, you should choose a 50-meter fixed chest ring target.

Later, I'll turn on the electronic target reporter and see how many rings you can hit with five bullets. Huang Wei handed over a black magazine and said.

Chen Feng nodded and took the magazine handed by Huang Wei.

Then he took a few deep breaths, learned the movements in the TV series,

loaded the magazine,

pulled the bolt,

raised the gun,

aimed, and

the action was done in one go!

"You can shoot!"

Bang bang——!!

accompanied by Huang Wei's voice, Chen Feng's fingers also pulled the trigger.

"Drop -

No. 2 target position, 9.1 rings!

Drop -

No. 2 target position, 9.5 rings!

Drop -

No. 2 target position, 10 rings!"

"......"

As the sound of the electronic broadcaster continued to come out, Huang Wei's face couldn't help but show a smile.

After the five gunshots were over, he stepped forward, checked the white and green chest ring target on the target, and nodded again and again:

"Yes, the first shot, I was able to hit 48.5 rings on the 50-meter target, including two rounds of ten rings, which is very good." Hearing

this, Chen Feng slowly put down the pistol in his hand.

"Viagra, what do you think... How's my talent?"

Huang Wei put down the target paper with a happy face, and said with a smile:

"How is it?

Needless to say, just like your ability, they are all demons!"

Chen Feng: ( •̀ ω •́ )y

......

inside the old town.

After a day of training, Chen Feng only felt that his body was as if he was asking someone else to borrow it, and he couldn't exert the slightest strength.

After a long time, the young man dragged his tired body and limped back to the room.

When Chen Feng walked to the bedside, he completely turned into a puddle of mud and collapsed on the bed with a thud, his eyes blank.

"Huh~

This is simply being tortured..."After

a while, Chen Feng looked at the moonlight outside the window.

At this moment, the moonlight was shining, the stars were dotting, the early autumn breeze had gradually risen, and a hint of coolness blew down on Chen Feng's forehead along the gap in the window.

Feeling the breeze outside the window, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a little emotional:

If none of this happened, what would he be doing at the moment?

Or do you sit at that dining table, talking and laughing with your grandfather?

It's a pity that all this... It has become an eternal luxury.

Grandpa, it's gone!

Chen Feng slowly sat up from the bed, and the youthful feeling in his eyes during the day had disappeared at this moment, replaced by endless sadness and chaos.

At the same time, the moonlight outside the window was also shrouded in clouds, and this silent room completely turned into a chaotic darkness at this moment, like an abyss!

In the darkness, Chen Feng slowly got up, stumbled and moved his steps, and walked towards the room where his grandfather was alive.

Standing outside the room, Chen Feng took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand, pushed open the door, and walked in.

Standing in the dimly lit room, Chen Feng suddenly felt weakness in his legs, and fell to the floor with a thud.

He held his head in both hands, and a painful low groan sounded from his mouth:

"Grandpa, I miss ......you so much"

At this moment, the sadness that had been temporarily forgotten because of the excitement of training was like a flood beast breaking through the cage at this moment, and it filled Chen Feng's mind in an instant.

Now, he only felt a pain that seemed to tear his soul through his brain.

At the same time, the bits and pieces of getting along with his grandfather in the past ten years have passed his sight like a marquee.

In just a few moments, tears of sorrow mixed with painful sweat dripped onto the floor tiles in the room, reflecting the young man's already weeping eyes.

At this moment, a pitch-black text like ink appeared crookedly in front of Chen Feng's eyes:

"... On the day of the reopening of the underworld, when the good soul returns..."

Suddenly, Chen Feng was stunned.

"On the day of the reopening of the underworld, when the good soul returns? Can Grandpa come back?"

After seeing the ink-colored words in front of him clearly, Chen Feng suddenly felt that a spark called hope rose in his heart.

If the previous Chen Feng is compared to a match that has just been extinguished, then the line of words in front of him is the oxygen that rekindles it!

A moment later, Chen Feng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the glimmer of the past once again shone out in those deep eyes.

"Think about it, no matter what I say, master, how can a person who crossed into this world with a golden finger not have some special means?

Besides, as long as I continue to become stronger and become the guardian saint of Great Xia, maybe I can find a way to resurrect my grandfather?"

Thinking of this, Chen Feng immediately got up and returned to his room.

Walking to the bed, he picked up the horizontal knife that Qiao Feng handed him.

The next moment, the horizontal knife was unsheathed!

Chen Feng held the knife in one hand and slowly closed his eyes.

In his mind, he kept recalling the scene when he was practicing with Qiao Feng during the day.

A moment later, every knife that the other party swung during the sparring was like a slide, constantly appearing in front of Chen Feng's eyes.

Gradually, a wonderful knife technique was spliced together in his mind little by little.

In a short time, the clouds dispersed, the moonlight reappeared, and the stars shone!

Under this beautiful moonlight, a young man holding a horizontal knife in his hand was constantly dancing in this lonely world.

In his hand, the horizontal knife printed with blood-colored flame patterns slashed out one after another through the air, constantly echoing ...... in this night full of hope