How could Lin Yifei, a martial arts practitioner, not know what Yue Haofeng thought, stared at him and said lightly: "Do you think the Yue family's unique skills should not be learned by others?"

Yue Haofeng's face turned red and he whispered, "If others learn it, then what's the only one who knows it."

"All the people who learned Yue Family Fist back then, from generals to soldiers, were skilled." Lin Yifei said lightly: "If Marshal Yue had the same idea as you, I guess Yue Family Fist would have been lost after eight hundred years."

Yue Haofeng's face turned red and he couldn't make a sound.

"If practicing martial arts is just a treasure," Lin Yifei suddenly laughed, "The one you should worry about the most is me, not you!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at each other, thinking that what he said made sense. Lin Yifei was willing to teach him people, although it was because of Officer Zhang's face, but a large part of it was because of his broad mind. Otherwise, how could he pass on his unique skills? Although he just gave some advice, Yue Haofeng had already gained something and made up his mind. There are fewer and fewer people like this now, and he would rather kill the wrong one than let go. In the remaining days, he would definitely hold Lin Yifei back and not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Since you are the descendant of the Yue family," Lin Yifei said in a deep voice: "If you only hope that martial arts will not be learned by outsiders and do not consider promoting Yue family boxing, it will probably have violated the original intention of establishing this set of boxing." Seeing Yue Haofeng's face turned blue and red, it was obvious that the battle between heaven and man was tight, Lin Yifei said in a deep voice: "Do you feel that you don't have confidence. As a descendant of the Yue family, you are still afraid that others will surpass you if others do not succeed?"

"Of course not!" Yue Haofeng's eyes flashed, "I believe that even with the same starting point, I will be much better than others."

"That's good." Lin Yifei said lightly: "I'll hit Yue's fist from beginning to end now. Look carefully." He looked at the ground under his feet, but it was paved with loess, not cement. He smiled and said that many places in the training base were natural or artificial obstacles. Some were digging pits, some were silt and water accumulation in some places. It was relatively flat here. Lin Yifei took off his coat and threw it to Zhang Longzhou, showing a gesture.

Everyone knew more or less martial arts, and their eyes lit up. They thought to use Yuan Yuezhi to describe Lin Yifei's posture at this moment, which was really appropriate.

Lin Yifei's subsequent boxing dance made the tiger beat to death, and the dragon kicked it so hard that it was dizzy. After one set of punches, he walked to Zhang Longzhou and said lightly: "I'll give you two hours to think about it, and then evaluate it. Officer Zhang, I'm tired too. I don't know if it's okay." He reached out and pointed to the shooting area on the other side, with a smile on his lips.

Zhang Longzhou did not say anything, and of course he walked towards that side. Only then did Lin Yifei feel that this trip was worthwhile and followed him.

The police officers stared at each other, but did not expect that the tutor was not decomposing each move, but only hit it once, but was unable to make a sound. They asked one after another: "Do you remember?"

"I don't remember, where are you?"

"Bah, I remember asking you what you are doing. I thought he had finished the whole set and would have decomposed action, but it would be great if there was a video recorder to record it." A police officer looked depressed and thought to himself that he would bring the camera next time.

"After hindsight, it's useless." Another sneered, "Instructor Lin said that the assessment will be conducted in two hours, so let's deal with it first."

"He clearly made things difficult for us, and I said he didn't want to teach us at all." Fang Fei couldn't help but complain: "A set of punches can hit so quickly. Who will remember it? By the way, Haofeng, you should remember it?"

Yue Haofeng kept closing his eyes and thought hard. At this time, he opened his eyes, nodded, but shook his head and said, "Although most of them are similar, I have learned a few more moves and fewer moves than I have. I only remember 80% of the boxing techniques that Instructor Lin had just played, but I still don't know how to be sure, Tan Jiajia, where are you?"

"Eighty percent are already very good," Tan Jiajia's eyes were full of surprise. "I remember 50% or 60% too. We can communicate what we just remembered."

Everyone was overjoyed, but Yue Haofeng smiled bitterly and said, "These are still not enough. Instructor Lin's Yue Family Fist is the most wonderful step method, but how much do you remember?"

"Why do you need to remember this?" Tan Jiajia suddenly laughed and walked slowly to the place where Lin Yifei had just punched, "Look, aren't these footprints left by him."

Everyone was shocked and surrounded them. After a closer look, there were certainly a circle of footprints on the yellow soil, which were staggered and arranged in a staggered manner. Although it was very shallow, it was not difficult to distinguish them carefully. They were all shocked. After a glance at each other, they all saw the questions of each other's eyes. What kind of skill is this?

"Yifei, aren't you worried that they don't understand your kindness?" Zhang Longzhou walked to the shooting area and threw it to Lin Yifei a revolver. "If you haven't used a gun before, this kind of gun is more suitable for a novice like you, just hold the trigger."

"Anyway, it's not me who lost it." Lin Yifei said lightly, reaching out to take the pistol, "If you want to get it, you must first deal with it. If you want to learn something real, you don't have any brains and don't put in some hard work, how can you do such a good thing in the world?"

"If my subordinates have you all think like this, why should I worry about it?" Zhang Longzhou shook his head, looked at his gun's posture, and actually held the pistol in reverse, with the barrel underneath, and laughed in silence: "Do you really know nothing about guns?"

"I'm not sure I came to find you." Lin Yifei smiled and said, "It's rare to have such a good opportunity to get familiar with me. I'm not ashamed to ask, how to use it?"

"I'm not ashamed to ask?" Zhang Longzhou shook his head, "You use idioms and be careful to teach your Chinese teacher to slap your ass." He did not notice that Lin Yifei's face was a little strange, and then said, "If you teach them so carefully, I don't give back carefully. I'm afraid you are not satisfied. Don't worry, as long as you stay here for a week, I believe that with your intelligence, you can learn all the courses in the special police."

What he said casually this time had a deep meaning. He knew that the qualifications of those special police officers would definitely not be able to learn anything in one day. The things that would be best to keep him at the moment were undoubtedly this shooting venue and modern military and police knowledge. Lin Yifei did not argue this time, carefully studied the revolver in his hand, and roughly browsed the guns shot by the special police next to him. Lin Yifei didn't think it would take to master it, but he had to be familiar with it. This place was undoubtedly the best place. This kind of training place could not be bought with money.

"Fortunately, I found that there is finally a place that is better than you." Zhang Longzhou came over, corrected Lin Yifei's gun-holding posture, pointed to the target in the distance and said: "That is the target, shooting the red heart is a perfect score." There was a smile on his lips, and he did not say the key points of shooting, wanting to see what Lin Yifei can achieve in the first shot.

"Also, there is a scoring device next to you." Zhang Longzhou pointed an electronic indicator, "You have a record of every shot."

Lin Yifei looked at the target in the distance and was a little surprised, "The range of the gun is so far?"

"The range of this kind of pistol is still close." Zhang Longzhou smiled and said, "If you use a sniper rifle, the range above a thousand meters is also common."

"If everyone has such a gun but is not restrained, wouldn't it be a big chaos in the world?" Lin Yifei was secretly shocked and said slowly: "As far as I know, a weapon falls into the hands of different people, some can save people, but more can kill people!"

I suddenly had a strange idea in my mind. If this kind of gun was spread to eight hundred years ago, it would undoubtedly be a hidden weapon that was terrifying and scrambling for each other, and a turmoil was inevitable. In the final analysis, these are all caused by human selfish desires. Although today's technology is highly developed, people's emotions and six desires, greed and ugly will remain unchanged at all, but there will be more and more intense phenomena. I really can't imagine what the development of technology will make the world look like in eight hundred years.

Zhang Longzhou smiled, "Now the country has strict control over guns. There are phenomena you mentioned abroad. It is not difficult for many people to buy guns. But it is because of that. Do you remember the campus shooting reported a few days ago? Do you die dozens of innocent students. On the one hand, this is a personal psychological reason, and on the other hand, it is also the consequence of the flood of guns."

Lin Yifei thought to himself, fortunately, the guns are not circulating here, otherwise even if they study, they would not be peaceful. Seeing that Zhang Longzhou had already aimed at the target in the distance and pulled the trigger, there was a loud bang, and the scoreboard showed ten rings.

"The highest record?" Lin Yifei asked in confusion, "Which red heart shot?"

"Not bad, Yifei, give it a try, it's very simple." Zhang Longzhou encouraged.

Lin Yifei's hand holding the gun was stable. Seeing that there were targets in the distance, there were no living people, there was no need to worry about shooting it out with one shot and accidentally hitting the sub-car. He pulled the trigger and heard a loud "bang". White smoke came out of the earth wall on the target. He glanced at the scoreboard, and there was no movement at all!

Lin Yifei's hand holding the gun remained unchanged, but he was staring at the distance in a daze, as if he was thinking about something. Zhang Longzhou laughed, afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he hurriedly said, "Yifei, novices are like this. Don't talk about the Ten Rings, even if they hit the target, it would be difficult, but just take it slowly..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yifei pulled the trigger again and shot it out. Now, the record of the seventh ring was displayed on Zhang Longzhou's scoreboard. Zhang Longzhou looked at the scoreboard and smiled bitterly, thinking that the shooting range here is wide, otherwise it would be dangerous to stand by you.
Chapter completed!