Greatest shooter ever

Chapter 34

Remove the gaming helmet.

It was almost noon outside.

After Yang Ming washed up, he looked at himself in the mirror.

The body is taller, the flesh and blood are fuller, the face is softer, and the whole person is filled with a clean and simple temperament.

It looks like an aristocrat walking out of an oil painting.

Players in the Era will gradually become the commander-in-chief, which is the inevitable result of extraordinary life.

Seem to feel...

With a thought in Yang Ming's mind, a monk attribute panel appeared in front of him.

"It seems that the various functions of the era are gradually synchronizing with me."

Yang Ming rubbed his head.

He changed his clothes and ate a bowl of wontons and two baskets of buns at a roadside stall.

Buy some food at the vegetable market, and then ride an electric car to the suburbs.

Compared with the non-stop non-stop in the world of Gaia, he is particularly leisurely in the world of earth.

Come to the lake.

The old man who knew martial arts was sitting by the lake and fishing calmly.

I saw Yang Ming passing by slowly on a battery car.

The old man became interested, waved his hand and said: "Boy, come and chat with my old man!"

"What are you talking about?" Yang Ming stopped the car and looked at the old man curiously.

"What are you talking about? Didn't you always want to worship me as a teacher?" The old man was also very curious. This young man used to pester him when he had nothing to do.

But in the past two days, why did he seem to be a different person, so indifferent.

Is it really possible to meet an expert and learn real kung fu?
"I worship you as a teacher?"

Yang Ming was really surprised now.

The apprenticeship mentioned by the old man is a memory of "more than ten years ago" for him.

Now, Yang Ming has no interest in it.

Although this old man knows martial arts, in Yang Ming's experience, the highest level of martial arts is equivalent to that of a third-level player. (the one without equipment)
How could Yang Ming like this level?
In other words, he is currently an extraordinary person with the power of a monk in the earth world, and no one is qualified to be his master.

To be honest, the starting point of a monk is the ultimate of martial arts!

"Sorry, I'm not interested in apprenticeship now!" Yang Ming rode his bicycle and wanted to leave.

The old man felt insulted.

His name is Li Zhongwu, he is a well-known martial arts master in China, and his status is also extremely high.

He is usually admired by thousands of people, but now that Yang Ming despises him so much, he feels in his heart that this young man is too impolite.

When I want to be a teacher, I pester myself every day, and when I don't want to be a teacher, I put on a cold face.

What kind of brat is this!

Li Zhongwu felt displeased, so he wanted to teach him a lesson.

As soon as his feet fluttered, he slid in front of Yang Ming, and with a skillful shake of his hand, Yang Ming flew obliquely into the lake.

"Let you drink two sips of water to wake up!" Li Zhongwu thought happily.

Yang Ming landed on the surface of the water, immediately pumped out the Qi in his body, and stepped on the water with one foot.

Peng!
The fierce gas erupted, and the lake surface exploded, and he returned to the shore by the force of the counter-shock.

And he punched Li Zhongwu's chest.

Li Zhongwu was shocked, walking on water?What kind of martial arts is this?and!

This punch!
This might!
Before the fist arrived, the violent wind pressure had already hit him head-on, and Li Zhongwu's facial flesh was deformed.

What frightened Li Zhongwu even more was that this punch moved left and right, up and down, forward and backward, making it unpredictable!
The more Li Zhongwu wanted to see clearly, the more he felt that the fist was ever-changing. It felt like motion sickness, which made him feel sick.

Although Li Zhongwu was old, his body was very strong. In the face of this punch, he instinctively burst into vitality, with his chest and back drawn, and he planned to take it hard.

At the same time, I screamed in my heart!

God damn old man!
With this punch, he will die violently!
If you want to blame, blame yourself.

boom!
The fist hit Li Zhongwu's chest.

Li Zhongwu only felt a powerful force penetrating into his limbs and bones, making his whole body numb, his limbs weak, his Qi and blood scattered, his muscles and bones filled with wind, his mind rootless, and his thoughts lost...

It was so muddled, I don't know how long it has passed.

Li Zhongwu woke up slowly, and he opened his eyes in a daze: "Is it dawn? Hey, why am I standing here? Is it morning or afternoon?"

In a daze, he seemed to recall something, turned his head and saw a young man riding a battery car slowly on the dirt road.

Li Zhongwu immediately recalled what happened just now, his face turned pale instantly, he knelt down on the ground with a thud, and muttered: "This is the kung fu of entering the Tao..."

……

Came to the small yard where my parents lived.

Yang Ming parked the car.

He wandered around in the grass twice, and soon came back with two rabbits.

Wash the rabbit meat and the vegetables you bought, and cook them in a pot.

Soon a few dishes that looked good came out of the pan.

At this time, Father Yang and Mother Yang also came back.

The two took off their muddy rain boots, washed up, sat at the table and looked at the dishes on the table in surprise.

Mother Yang looked at Yang Ming suspiciously: "What do you want to do today? It's abnormal!"

"Don't worry, I don't want money!" Yang Ming smiled slightly.

Mother Yang was even more surprised: "If you don't want money, it's even more abnormal!"

"You old woman talks a lot of nonsense, my son treats you better, and you still suspect that he has ulterior motives and is unreasonable!" Father Yang was a little impatient, he tasted a mouthful of rabbit meat, his eyes lit up: "ah, it tastes good, no, Such a good dish, I want to drink some today!"

Father Yang got up quickly to get a bottle of white wine.

Mother Yang said with a cold face: "After drinking, do you still have to work in the afternoon?"

Yang Ming felt helpless.

The main reason for the discord between the parents is that the father drinks alcohol, and the mother can't understand it, and quarrels every time.

"Dad, I recently practiced a unique skill, let me show you a show!" Yang Ming reached out to take the liquor bottle.

"Hey, did you see that Daming is going to perform unique skills to cheer me up!" Father Yang was full of pride.

Under the surprised eyes of his parents, Yang Ming picked up the wine bottle and smashed it hard on his head.

boom!
The wine bottle shattered, the wine splashed, and glass shards filled his head.

Yang's father and Yang's mother were dumbfounded, and they stood there in a daze for a while.

"This is called Iron Head Skill!"

Yang Ming wiped the wine from his face, took half of the wine bottle stubble, and stuffed it into Father Yang's hand: "Come on, come here, try my unique skills!"

Yang Ming pointed to his head.

"Made, are you crazy?" Father Yang threw away the stubble from the bottle angrily.

"If you don't poke it, you look down on me. Is my iron head skill good? Okay, try another hammer, I want to squeak, I don't even have your last name!"

...

2 minute later.

Yang Ming washed off the wine and glass shards on his body, and the family of three sat at the table and ate.

Father Yang kept a cold face, while eating, he never mentioned the matter of drinking.

"Stop farming, I'm starting my own business now, and I've set up a game studio, so please help me!"

Halfway through eating, Yang Ming mentioned this.

Father Yang held back his anger. After hearing this, he immediately exploded: "Little bastard, labor and capital gave you money to let you go to school, not to play games. You can just play games and start a business? You have no brains Are you confused? What do you think? Tell me what you think?"

Mother Yang couldn't hold back anymore: "Your dad and I don't farm, and you still have money to go to school and eat? What kind of game do you have, can you make money?"

"My studio recruits people, 2 yuan a month, pay the money first, and then work. I thought that the fat and water would not flow into the fields of outsiders, so I came to you."

Mother Yang was shocked: "Where did you get the money for such a high salary?"

"I have investors behind me!"

"Investor? What's his name?" Father Yang was full of disbelief.

"The investor... his name is Jiange. He invested 200 million yuan for the first time, and he probably will continue to invest in a short time. In this way, I will send you the money first, [-] yuan per person..."

With the successful transfer, Father Yang and Mother Yang had no choice but to believe it.

Instead, Mother Yang panicked: "Your dad and I can't play games well, can we get the money safely?"

"Don't worry, farming is still in the game." Yang Ming upholds the principle of not talking nonsense, and he will be perfunctory if he can.

"Still farming? Do you have any other work?" Father Yang didn't seem to want to farm.

"Build a house!"

"Okay, I can build a house too." Father Yang came to his senses.

(End of this chapter)