The bow condensed the arrow, let go of the bowstrings with his fingers, and nine streams of light followed one after another and flew into the sea ahead. The dull explosion sounded from the bottom of the sea, alarming countless water columns, and seeing large corpses of monsters gushing out of the sea.

Yang Fanhai let out a long sigh, then put the big bow into the gully of his chest. With an envious look, he walked to the drunkard and sat down.

The so-called hunting is the monsters that are hunting. Yang Fanhai has become an extremely special person on the ship. With the archery skills taught by the drunkard and the power of demon subduing, those monsters that other monks think are difficult to deal with are vulnerable to him.

Even the wild dragons in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm cannot resist, let alone other monsters. However, Yang Fanhai is only responsible for hunting now, and others are responsible for collecting prey.

After looking at the monk who was collecting prey on the sea, Yang Fanhai said to the drunkard: "Senior, that move of the Heavenly Ray Arrow is too difficult, and I can't use it!"

Yang Fanhai has a very talented talent in learning bows and arrows. After half a month, he has learned all the more than a dozen archery techniques taught by Professor Zuihan. Except for that move, Tianyao, he always feels awkward and difficult to understand.

"It's okay, it's okay!" The drunkard waved his hand: "It's already very gratifying that you can learn this way in half a month. Houyi's archery technique is not so easy to learn. It took me a long time to learn it when I saw it. You are much better than me."

"As for that move, Tianyao, it is normal not to learn it now. It should be the last arching technique created by Houyi. Arrowing technique is also a kind of martial arts. The so-called end of martial arts is to turn complex into simplification, and thousands of moves into one move."

"Turn the complex into simplification, and thousands of moves are turned into one move!" Yang Fanhai's heart moved, and he remembered that Master Feng said similar things when he pointed out his marksmanship. If he could practice his marksmanship to the extreme, there would be no moves or postures. If he shot out, he would be invincible. Now it seems that the same is true for archery.

"Yes, that's it!" The drunk man nodded: "This is the pursuit of arrow technique. In my opinion, Houyi himself did not practice this trick of Tianyao..."

"No, maybe he practiced it while shooting the Golden Crow. Unfortunately, I didn't see him shooting archery at that time, nor how he shot archery, otherwise I think I should be able to use this trick."

"You...you...you..." Yang Fanhai glared with his eyes, looked surprised, and asked repeatedly: "You have seen Houyi, you...you have lived for a long time!"

"What's the point of 10,000 years!" The drunk man smiled and waved his hand: "I am an immortal clan, what's so strange about living ten thousand years? I was already in this world before your human clan was created by Nuwa."

These words shocked Yang Fanhai even more. This person... is really an unimaginable senior.

After a moment of silence, Fang asked, "Senior, who are you?"

"Is it important to me who am I?" The drunk man smiled: "Meeting by chance means being destined to be destined. If you have this idea, think more about how to practice archery skills. I hope that when you meet again one day, you will reach the level I hope."

Yang Fanhai asked hurriedly: "Are you leaving?"

"No hurry, no hurry!" The drunkard waved his hand: "I'll leave when you take the Qiankun Bow."

Yang Fanhai shook his head: "The Qiankun Bow is for Youshan Cuck!"

"Didn't he say he just need to take it back? Just take it back for people to see it. He can't shoot arrows, why do you take it?" The drunk man snorted: "That bow should not be buried. It is for the Dongyi tribe to be presented as a holy thing. I can still accept it. If it is ruined by the witch tribe, it will not work. If he doesn't give it to you, I will snatch it back for you."

It was interesting. Yang Fanhai suddenly felt that it was pretentious to say more, so he simply laughed: "Thank you, senior."

The drunk man also smiled, raised his head and took a sip of wine, patted the gourd, and shook his head again: "It's really not enough to drink, there's no alcohol."

"Senior, are you addicted to alcohol?" Yang Fanhai said casually. He just wanted to chat casually at this moment.

The drunk man shook his head: "Wine is actually similar to water. For example, if we practitioners do not want to get drunk, it is useless to drink a sea of ​​wine. Those who can get drunk by wine are all those who want to get drunk."

"I didn't drink before, but later I found out... when I couldn't figure out many things, drinking was good, and I didn't expect to fall in love with them."

The drunkard shook the wine gourd again and asked, "Who did you learn this skill from? I have never seen it before, and there is also that evil spirit... I am afraid there will be something wrong with it."

Yang Fanhai lowered his head and said softly: "A senior who met by chance taught me, I never knew my name."

He didn't want to deceive the drunk man, but Master Feng's advice forced him to do this.

The drunk man smiled and naturally knew that Yang Fanhai was perfunctory, but he didn't ask much.

Yang Fanhai felt aroused, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Senior, since you are interested in the Qiankun Bow, why don't you attend the Sea King Festival by yourself?"

Although I don’t know how powerful the Dongyi people’s shooting skills are, Yang Fanhai believes that with the strength of the drunk man, no one can compare with him.

The drunkard shook his head: "The realm of the cultivation world is based on the realm of the Golden Immortal. Cultivators who have reached the realm of the Golden Immortal can be called seniors. The Sea King Festival is a monk who only qualifies the realm of the Golden Immortal. I can no longer do it."

"Although I can make the people of the Dongyi tribe unable to see my cultivation, it doesn't make sense. I have my own weapon and can't use the Qiankun Bow. It would be fine if it was other magic weapons, but this weapon would be redundant in my hands."

"And the Qiankun Bow was placed in the holy mountain by Emperor Haotian. He has known it with the saint. It is not convenient for me to take action. Once I really fight for it, the impact will be too great. On the contrary, your identity is suitable. If you really steal the treasure, no one can say anything. I can only say that the Dongyi tribe itself is incompetent."

"I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore, go and ask for some wine. You can practice it yourself, there is not much time left!"

He got up, shook the wine gourd, and swung it towards the cabin. The Golden Immortal Cultivator standing at a high place saw the drunkard coming, and his face froze slightly.

Every time a drunk man asks for wine, he asks for a gourd, but this gourd has a world inside. Not to mention one or two pounds, it is difficult to fill more than one hundred pounds.

Of course, I always bring wine when I go to sea, but this time I don’t dare to drink more, and I give it to this unfathomable senior. Even if the wineworms in my stomach are in trouble, I can’t do anything.

The drunk man left, Yang Fanhai took a short rest, and then went to the bow and condensing arrows to practice.

The drunkard is like a treasure, a great treasure. Those methods of practicing arrows and archery magic are rare in the world, and he has learned a lot. But because of too much, it makes it like a hungry man eating too much, which is difficult to digest in his stomach.

I don’t know if it’s because of the character of the Yiren seniors, or because of their own luck, whether it’s Master Feng or the drunk, they feel like they can save trouble. The feeling they teach is not very understanding, just know.

When the monks around saw Yang Fanhai taking a bow, they all smiled happily. Professor Drunk Man's archery magic power and the power of subduing demons, for monsters, Yang Fanhai's attack was no less than that of the Daluo Golden Immortal cultivator.

Where the true qi arrows cover, it is difficult for monsters to escape. This so-called East China Sea hunting has never had Daluo Jinxian participated. Yang Fanhai took action alone, which was better than the others on the entire ship.

This hunting will bring a lot of rewards, and their rewards will be quite generous.

After continuing to hunt in this sea area for five days, the ship finally returned. In just a few days, it was approaching the port.

The fleets that retreated in advance were still in the port and had not left yet. When they saw the large ships returning with a load, everyone was shocked. The battle between Prince Long and Yelong made them think that the hunting was completely failed, and the ships that did not come back were considered dead. They never thought that the result would be like this.

When I heard about Yang Fan's sea arrow shooting in the wild dragon, it was hard to hide the amazement on my face. It is no longer just a genius to describe a mysterious immortal cultivator who can do this.

The hunting is completed and the number needs to be determined. Although Yang Fanhai is not very interested in the so-called reward, he still thinks that sitting in a big rhino returns to the holy land faster, so he is waiting like others.

"Boy, when you get the reward later, remember not to use any alchemy and weapon refining materials, just tell them about changing the elixirs directly."

The drunk man said lazily, "You can't refine elixirs. It's useless to take materials. It's better to ask for some elixirs that prolong life. You are a monk and have a very long life span, but some of your friends are not. Those elixirs can help them live longer."

At this moment, Yang Fanhai suddenly realized that he had ignored something. With the cultivation of Xuanxian, his life span was hundreds of thousands of years, but Princess Jinglu and others were ordinary people. They would age in another twenty or thirty years and die in less than a hundred years.

He felt aroused and asked hurriedly: "How much life span can this elixir increase?"

"It's only a few decades!" The drunk man replied: "The recovery pills are easy to refine, but there are not many pills to increase life span, because monks don't need this. If you want your mortal friends to have a life span, you can only go to the West Kunlun Mountain to find the Queen Mother of the West. It is said that she has immortal medicines."

West Kunlun Mountain... West Queen Mother... Yang Fanhai secretly remembers it in his heart.

After waiting for half a day, the reward was paid. Yang Fanhai made the most contributions and naturally got the most things. As the drunkard said, Yang Fanhai gave up the generous rewards and chose to exchange some elixirs that were extremely cheap in the eyes of these monks.

Seeing others' appearance, Yang Fanhai also knew that he had "taken a big loss". In addition to the pill, he added a black rhino. When he and Gongsun Xuanyuan return, he can ride the black rhino back and use it on the battlefield in the future.

After the distribution of revenge, many of the hired monks left, and Yang Fanhai rode the black rhino back to the holy city with the rest.
Chapter completed!