The drunk man acted strangely and never thought he was going to teach Yang Fanhai's archery technique in such an environment. He didn't care, but Yang Fanhai felt nervous and asked softly: "Senior, is this... suitable?"

"There is nothing inappropriate!" The drunk man smiled slightly: "I don't have much time to teach you, and you don't have much time to learn. In such an environment, you either cannot learn anything because of your timidity, or you will make rapid progress due to such pressure. Whether you can achieve success depends on yourself!"

There was nothing to continue talking. Yang Fanhai took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "What should I do if I am young?"

It is definitely not possible to shoot arrows directly. Not to mention that the damage caused is limited, you can't hit it at all.

The drunk man stretched out his hand and put it on Yang Fanhai and said in a deep voice: "Let the bow, don't need to hit an arrow."

Yang Fanhai did as he said, pulling a large bow in his hand and pinching the bow string tightly.

"So calm down and remember the trajectory of the true qi!" The drunkard said softly, and then poked out a thread of true qi and drilled into Yang Fanhai's body, moving forward along the meridians, guiding Yang Fanhai's true qi toward his right hand.

When I reached my right hand, the true energy had turned into a powerful force. When I saw a flash of white light in my hand, a feather arrow condensed by the true energy had appeared on the string.

The method of condensing arrows with true qi... Yang Fanhai was overjoyed. He had heard people say that he had not taught him, so he had never learned it. He did not expect that the drunk man would teach himself in this most direct way.

He is already very talented and devoted to it. Although he has only been devoted to it once, Yang Fanhai has already remembered the method of condensing Qi. After shooting out the true qi arrow in his hand, he did the same thing and the second true qi arrow appeared on the bowstring.

"Not bad, not bad!" The drunk man nodded and praised, not a misunderstanding. He could learn it by just using it once, and there was no better one.

Then he slapped the sea with a palm. As the water waves rushed, more than a dozen balls of water droplets flew out from the water hundreds of meters away, hanging in the air, all of which were crystal clear and transparent, and there was a ball of fish wrapped around an inch long.

"No matter what method is used, shoot the water droplet that contains the fish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so water droplets were already flying in the air in a random manner, chaotic eyes. When Yang Fanhai was staring at him, the one on the boat was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Under the Jiuzhou barrier, anyone's strength is suppressed. Under such circumstances, it is not difficult to control a ball of water droplets, but it is not something that ordinary people can do if they have to control such dozens of balls of water droplets.

This is not a simple problem of cultivation. What is needed is to be able to divide more than a dozen pieces of spiritual consciousness at the same time to operate, which is quite difficult.

Yang Fanhai concentrated for a long time and finally shot the arrow on the string. Hundreds of meters were not too far away, but the drunk man controlled the water droplets very quickly and his eyes could hardly keep up. The water droplets danced wildly, and it was difficult to tell. He left the string with one arrow and it was indeed shot in the air. He tried several times in a row, but it was still the same, either shooting in the air or other water droplets.

The drunk man beside him whispered: "When your eyes are difficult to lock in your target, you can try to use your spiritual sense."

Yang Fanhai was busy calming his mind and released his spiritual consciousness. It was not reachable to a distance of 1,000 meters, but the distance of hundreds of meters was still enough.

With spiritual consciousness locked and gaze followed, we could finally accurately lock the water droplet with a small fish.

"No matter how chaotic the trajectory is, there are still traces to follow in the very short world. As long as your arrow speed is fast enough, you can keep up."

Listening to the drunkard's guidance and his mind was united, Yang Fanhai let go of the string in his hand and shot an arrow. With a "bang", the water droplet wrapped in the small fish was successfully shot.

"Come again!"

The drunk man slapped out his palm, and another water droplet wrapped around the fish flew out in the water, and the speed of flying became faster. Although he locked the target, he shot it with an arrow but failed.

"Remain calm your mind, calm your mind and mind, and don't be disturbed by the outside world." The drunk man whispered.

Yang Fanhai took a deep breath and tried again, but failed. After several consecutive times, he finally succeeded. The drunk man took out the water droplets wrapped in the small fish from the sea, speeding up and letting Yang Fanhai try.

In the past, when Master Feng was studying in Panshan, he rarely gave advice from him. He asked Yang Fanhai to practice by himself. After he felt something was wrong, he would remind him. The so-called master led his way in the door and practiced alone. Master Feng almost implemented this sentence to the end.

As a result, Yang Fanhai's strength did not improve very quickly in those years, but he developed extremely strong learning ability.

At this moment, under the guidance of the drunkard, he tried again and again. Although he failed from time to time, with his strong learning ability, Yang Fanhai made rapid progress. Soon, even if the water droplets were so fast that it was difficult to see, he could succeed many times.

The drunk man nodded slightly in secret, and with his hand, the water droplets quickly retreated. Soon, they had reached the edge of Yang Fanhai's spiritual consciousness, and moved forward from time to time, entering and disappearing in Yang Fanhai's spiritual consciousness.

When I saw the drunkard again, he said, "The difference between shooting techniques is to use eye archery as the inferior method, everyone can learn it, and divine archery as the moderate method, practitioners can learn it, and mind archery as the superior method, and true archers can learn it, and the highest level is to use heart archery as the heart. This has nothing to do with cultivation, it is purely based on the understanding of the way of bow and arrow."

"As an archer, your goals are often outside the range that your spiritual sense can explore. At this time, you need better shooting techniques to attack. You have learned how to shoot arrows with eyes and divine archery, and now you are learning how to shoot arrows with minds."

"Take a sense of it with your heart, experience it, use your own thoughts to lock your own goals, and then combine it with the bow in your hand to hit the target you want to attack."

“…”

The drunkard kept saying it, not shouting it out loud, but saying it to Yang Fanhai by transmitting the sound. This is his secret technique, so he naturally will not pass it to outsiders casually.

Yang Fanhai calmed down and kept doing what the drunkard said, locking his mind and trying to lock his target with his own thoughts.

But this is not an easy thing. Yang Fanhai didn't even know very well what the mind was and what the difference was with spiritual consciousness.

The water droplet with the little fish was locked, escaped, locked, and escaped again, and it was repeated over and over again, so it was too late to take action.

"Senior... there is not much time left!"

The Golden Immortal Cultivator reminded that although he could not see the true cultivation of the drunk man, the strength and calm and leisurely aura he showed had already made him hibernate and could not help but be commensurate with his predecessors.

Training and learning here cannot be learned in just a few words. Yang Fanhai concentrates himself and feels that it doesn’t take long, but in fact, it has been a few hours.

The wild dragon's cultivation was amazing. After a few hours, the place where he was shot by Yang Fanhai had recovered. Not only did he not escape at this moment, he suppressed Prince Long and showed signs of winning.

After all, the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea was granted by Emperor Haotian. Even if he regards himself as extraordinary, he will never easily kill innocent people. But if this wild dragon wins, the people here will probably be in trouble today.

The drunkard waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry, don't worry, there is still more time."

He ignored him and continued to give advice to Yang Fanhai. However, although this method of high-quality archery has nothing to do with cultivation, it is definitely not so easy to learn.

It was useless for a long time, and the drunk man finally took other actions, split a ray of divine thought, and entered Yang Fanhai's divine consciousness.

Yang Fanhai's body trembled, and suddenly he felt the whole world suddenly darkened, and then a little light flew out, which was the water droplet with the little fish.

"Looking at that water droplet, imagine it as the person you hate the most. No matter what method you do, you must kill him..."

The drunk man's voice recalled in his heart, and he was guiding him how to do it again.

Who is the person he hates the most? Yang Fanhai raised his mind and thought carefully. It should be those men in black. If they hadn't kidnapped their parents, many things wouldn't have happened.

But I can't see what those men in black look like at all, and I directly imagined the men in black, and inevitably remembered the scouts of Youxiong Kingdom, who were also dressed up in black, and were confused.

As a result, it was difficult to feel hatred. When the thought changed, he thought of Gongsun Weiqing again. If it weren't for this person, Ji State would not have had the disaster of destroying the country, which was really hateful. But after all, Gongsun Weiqing suffered even greater losses in his hands and Xu Fan.

Moreover, the affairs of Ji State were Gongsun Shaodian's plan. Whether there was Gongsun Weiqing or not, the result was the same. I couldn't hate too much for this big prince.

After thinking about it, a person suddenly flashed through his heart: Feng Wuyang.

This despicable villain, who sells his owner for honor and uses his uncle's family's life as the foundation for his success, took the initiative to open the gate of Dingcheng, which accelerated the demise of Ji State. Now, he is even more worried about his old kindness and repeatedly bullies the Duke of Ji State's Mansion, and is a completely despicable and shameless villain.

Such a villain should be killed, but for various reasons, I can only endure it. I endure it again and again, and my anger has already been overwhelmed.

I don’t know why, but this thought was uncontrollable throughout his life. Feng Wuyang’s despicable and shameless appearance flashed through Yang Fanhai’s heart. In a moment, the water droplets wrapped in the small fish in the distance turned into Feng Wuyang’s appearance.

Kill him, kill him... and the anger soared into the sky, Yang Fanhai raised the big bow in his hand.

On the ship, a sudden burst of energy burst into all directions. When a vicious aura rushed out of Yang Fanhai's body, a monk approaching could not dodge and was affected by the vicious aura. Only a scream was heard, which turned into a pool of pus and blood and disappeared.

"This...this..."

Everyone was shocked, not knowing what happened, and the drunk man was also stunned. He used secret techniques to guide Yang Fanhai through strange tricks, but he never expected that he would lead to such things.

This power is so weird... I said in my heart, and the drunk man quickly slapped out a palm, covering the evil aura.

His strength is unfathomable. Even though his evil spirit is terrible, he has no choice but to do anything to him. He is bound by a palm force around Yang Fanhai and cannot disperse.

"ah!"
Chapter completed!