Am I doing something wrong while playing games in another world?

Le Xing's ambition was startled, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong: "Can't the skill book be used casually?"

"Yes, you can use it casually, but you must be able to bear the consequences. Especially for those players with low talent, the sequelae of using the skill book will inevitably be serious." Linjiang Xian glanced at Le Xingye, "So you

How many skill books have you bought? Don't tell me if you have more than three, then you basically have nothing."

QAQ

Seeing Le Xingye looking like he was about to cry, Linjiangxian's expression was a little subtle, and he patted his shoulder comfortingly:

"Let me guess, although you are a weapon soul master, your main weapon is obviously a large shield. However, whether it is the newly acquired magic gun or the long knife, they are obviously weapons that you have rarely touched.

In other words, the skill book of the Gunshu series or the skill book of the Gunfighting series and the skill book of the Swordsman series? Oh, by the way, you wouldn’t have directly purchased the series of skills to become proficient, right?”

Le Xingye nodded helplessly, while Linjiang Xian looked at him with a dead look on his face: "Stop talking, use a skill book first, start with the basics, and let me see your state after learning."

Le Xingye: “???”

"Hurry up~"

"Okay, okay~" Le Xingye took out the gun fighting skill book and slapped it, and a golden light flashed——

"Welcome to the skills training ground"

"Huh?" Le Xingye looked at the training ground that looked like a roadside street, and a somewhat old foreign youth appeared in front of him.

"Is this the rookie this time?" The young man glanced lazily at Le Xingye, "I am Wesley, your skills instructor. Be prepared, there will probably be a lot of deaths next."

Then Le Xingye heard a gunshot, and with a cramp in his head, he fell to the ground with dull eyes.

Ten seconds later, Le Xingye regained consciousness. Before he could think about what was going on, another gunshot rang out, and along with tearing pain, he lost consciousness again.

Ten seconds later, he regained consciousness again. This time, he seemed to be vaguely aware of something. Le Xingye immediately shrank under the shield in his hand, and then he heard a weak whistling passing by the shield, and then on the shield

There was a continuous dull sound of gunfire like rain hitting banana trees.

This is—a bullet?

"I think you should focus a little more~"

A hoarse voice sounded, and Le Xingye subconsciously swung his shield, just in time to stop a bullet that bounced off the wall.

"You are here to practice gun fighting, not to use shields. Also, this is a battlefield where you will feel pain, but you will not really die. You must at least have the courage to stick your head out and see how you are doing.

dead."

A whistling sound sounded, and Le Xingye felt a terrifying burst of heavy armor coming from his hands. As his body was lifted off, the shield in his hands also shattered instantly.

Le Xingye heard a whine coming from the arm holding the shield, and it broke.

Before falling into coma, Le Xingye found Wesley carrying an RPG and looking at him helplessly: "You are the worst class of students I have ever taught."

Then his vision fell into darkness.

"stand up."

The lazy voice woke up the slightly confused Le Xingye. When he opened his eyes, he saw a long double-pupiled gun barrel pointed at him. Wesley looked at him condescendingly: "Remember this smell, the smell of gun fighting.

It’s the smell of gunpowder smoke.”

Bang~

Le Xingye fell again.

When he opened his eyes again, he immediately used "Drinking Poison·Crescent Moon" to slash in front of him. Then he found that his weapon was blocked by a finger, and he continued to look at it with all his strength.

Wesley's lazy voice sounded: "It seems that your seniors didn't tell you that in this arena, the only weapons that can hurt me are guns and thermal weapons. Of course, if you have a divine weapon, treat me as if I don't have one."

explain."

"The so-called skill book~ turns out to be direct one-to-one training?"

Le Xingye was shocked. No wonder Linjiangxian's tone was a little strange. If he hadn't learned the art of gun fighting, would he have died like this forever?

"Don't worry, the pain will make your body remember this feeling~" Wesley's voice lengthened, "At least in the basic stage, learn to avoid it first, then you will know~"

Gunfire rang out and Le Xingye fell to the ground again.

"How to kill the enemy~"

It seemed that he had passed through the darkness, and Le Xingye's consciousness became clearer and clearer. The moment he was resurrected, he immediately rolled around. Before he could lift up the sniper rifle "Red Lian" in his hand, he lay down again.

on the ground.

An almost infinite loop of gunfire continued, and as Le Hoshino stood up, fell down, and stood up, he finally found some feeling in the pain.

With a neat backflip, Le Xingye, who was still suspended in the air, put one hand on the ground, slightly changed his direction, narrowly avoided two bullets by turning sideways, and rolled around to hide at the corner of the street.

"It's a bit like that."

Wesley's voice was like a curse, and Le Xingye, who was hiding, immediately ran wildly to find a safe place.

"Then, next, let's be a little more serious -"

Le Xingye's body shuddered as he ran, and he ran faster.

"Have you ever seen a bullet that can turn?"

Accompanied by a crisp collision sound, the running Le Xingye felt pain in his knees and instantly knelt down, incompetent and furious: "Are you sure this is a basic level of gun fighting?"

"Of course not~"

Wesley chuckled lightly and slowly walked out from the corner. His body suddenly paused for half a step, and the whizzing bullet of "Red Lian" passed by him: "Yes, there is a bit of the essence of gun fighting, but there is still

It’s very different.”

"Then you should give me more opportunities to touch the gun!"

Bang~

"To answer the previous question first, because you have a series of gun fighting skill books, I have used some authority here. For this training, all your instructors have refused to accept the skill books. You can only choose me.

So I'm sorry, you have to meet the standard of proficiency-"

When he got up from the ground, Le Xingye's figure was really moving like a rabbit, and all his strength came out of him, and he managed to hide in the alley with only a few scratches.

"Then the second question is, only those who survive are worthy of exporting."

Le Xingye subconsciously held the butt of the "Red Lian" gun in front of his head. A shock caused him to subconsciously tighten his grip on the gun.

"Very good. It seems that your body has taken control faster than your consciousness. It's not bad."

Le Xingye was startled. His broken shield instantly recovered and blocked two shots in a row. With the help of the shield, Le Xingye was finally able to stick his head out and take a serious shot.

Although it was a blind fight, Wesley had a fairly satisfied smile on his face.