Chapter 15 Accurate Throwing

"How many dishes are there to drink like this?"

Lin Weiran was helpless. As long as there were peanuts, he wouldn't be so drunk. He even wanted to splash urine to wake him up.

Lin started class while drinking wine together.

"This flying card, the most important thing is the feeling. Let me practice it a few times and see how I do it!" Lin said and they practiced it for him.

Lin Weiran observed that,

The moment the playing card was thrown out of Lin Yiqi's hand, his wrist shook rapidly. This was a very strange force-generating technique.

You will know it once you see it, but you will lose it once you practice it!

It is difficult to achieve results without long-term practice.

"It doesn't look like it's going to be difficult..."

I don't know why, but after reading it, Lin Weiran always felt that she could do it too. This was an instinctive intuition, not an illusion.

"Isn't it difficult? My child, you are still too young. The water of Feipai's trick is too deep. You can't grasp it. Do you know how long I have been practicing for a whole..."

Lin Yiqi was interrupted when he was talking.

"Don't talk yet, I'll try."

"Okay, come on!"

Lin Yiqi simply handed over a card.

Lin Yiqi's actions were recalled in his mind.

Lin Weiran imitated Lin Yiqi, flicked his wrist, and flew the card out with all his strength. Lin Weiran had a strange feeling the moment the card was released.

The playing cards were nailed to the door panel.

Although it is not as exaggerated as Lin Yiqi's insertion, it is indeed nailed on. The key is that this position is not much different from the position Lin Weiran aimed at.

"How long did it take for you to practice to this point?"

Lin Weiran thought about it and couldn't help but ask Lin Yiqi that although he could nail it to the door, it was not powerful enough. He wanted to know more about how he could reach Lin Yiqi's level.

Lin Yiqi had sobered up for seven minutes and said evasively: "It didn't take long, it's about the same. After all, you have practiced kung fu and being able to nail it on the door means you have the talent to fly cards, which is not bad."

He spoke calmly, but his heart was full of mythical beasts.

"It hurts your lungs! I have practiced for 20 to 30 years to reach the level I am now. It took me five years to be able to nail the flying cards to the wood.

The first time he made a move, I had five years of skill. I’m afraid this son of a bitch is not my son, right? But he is as handsome as me..."

"What are you thinking about? Am I right to use my strength?"

Lin Weiran asked again, and Lin Yiqi came back to his senses: "Rough! Too rough! It's like you're afraid that others won't know that you're going to do something.

Who can’t see such a big move?

The biggest advantage of flying cards is a sudden sneak attack. If others have a chance to react, the power of flying cards will be reduced by half out of thin air.

The most important thing is the hit rate, which will have a big impact. If you can't hit anyone, what's the use of just having power? Do you know?"

"Indeed, what you said makes sense."

"However, I feel like even if the opponent notices it, he can still hit." Lin Weiran suddenly spoke, causing Lin Yiqi to frown.

"Young people should not be too confident!"

"But I really feel like I can."

Lin Yiqi said displeased: "That's for ordinary people. When you meet a master, like me, as long as I see you making a move, you will definitely not be able to hit me."

"Can I give it a try?"

"Of course, just give it a try!"

Lin Yiqi stuffed the lower end of his vest into his big pants. He was ready. He clapped his hands and signaled Lin Weiran to take action.

Lin Weiran looked at Lin Yiqi.

A card flew out without warning.

However, the moment Lin Yiqi noticed his hand, he had already started to avoid it, and inserted the playing cards into the door panel next to his ear.

Just put it in a little bit.

But it was a little deeper than last time.

There was no hit, and Lin Weiran was also surprised, "It's impossible. It seems like it can hit you. Try again."

"It doesn't work no matter how many times."

Lin Weiran played another card.

Lin Yiqi managed to escape smoothly.

However, he found that the trajectory of the cards was somewhat different from what he expected. Lin Weiran did not believe in evil and the playing cards flew out one after another.

Seeing that the deck of cards is almost gone.

Lin Yiqi finally let out an ouch.

The poker hit him right in the stomach.

Lin Weiran was extremely excited, not because the hit was great, but because he found that the throwing was unusually accurate.

Accuracy is still improving through practice.

"Dad, let me try again!"

Lin Weiran didn't care about anything else. He was such a good father. He could let himself practice and work hard without complaining. There was no better father in the world.

"I...Okay, try again."

Lin Yiqi was still too soft-hearted after all.

Lin Weiran kept practicing, and the probability of hitting steadily increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, until finally Lin Yiqi couldn't stand it anymore.

"No more practice!"

"Dad, the last time..."

"You are my dad, okay!"

"Freak, how can anyone learn flying cards so quickly!" Lin Yiqi rubbed his belly and was confused. This was obviously different from him learning flying cards.

It is indeed difficult for normal people to learn so quickly.

But Lin Weiran knew that he had a talent for throwing. Before entering this world, he spent a few 500 skill points to buy a skill.

Accurate throwing!

It seems worth it now.

In the past two years, Lin Weiran has been concentrating on practicing kung fu. Because God rewards hard work, he has almost ignored this skill that he bought cheaply.

But today, he understood something.

There are only rubbish people without rubbish skills!

Any skill, if used to the limit, will have considerable power. Lin Weiran came into contact with this skill for the first time, and even made an analogy.

I thought of more than one application method.

Flying cards are very accurate, so throwing other things must also be very accurate. This is why Lin Weiran always has the feeling of "hit".

The feeling of "hit" made him particularly confident.

He had seen the power of Lin Yiqi's flying cards with his own eyes. If the cards were replaced with special steel cards, what would happen to the power of the flying cards?

It can easily cut open a person's head.

In addition, if Lin Weiran uses darts, steel needles, locust stones (pebbles), iron olives (date stone arrows), Ruyi beads, Qiankun circles, iron mandarin ducks, iron toads, etc...

"I am the real Tang Sect master!"

Lin Weiran was a little excited. This was too much punishment. Hidden weapons were so powerful. It would be even more powerful if a firearm was used.

You can definitely practice headshots with guns.

"This skill is worth buying!"

The precision throwing skill purchased with 500 achievement points is easier to use than expected, and precision throwing can also have a superimposed effect with God's reward.

Lin Weiran's mouth gradually widened with a smile.

On the other side, Lin Yiqi was very depressed, "How could he hit it? It's strange that there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, so he wouldn't have such an outstanding son!"

The ancestral tomb must have exploded.

"You brat, why don't you learn a thousand skills from me? You are very talented and can learn everything quickly. You will definitely be better than me and your mother in the future."

Lin Yiqi drank some wine and got a little drunk.

"I don't want to be a con man! No matter how powerful a con man is, he can succeed countless times but cannot fail once. I am still more suitable for practicing martial arts."

Lin Weiran flatly refused.

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