"Impressive!"
The power of one bullet could exceed its original destructive capability, and the eager Xiu Yi decided to try it out personally.
After several attempts, a disappointed Xiu Yi realized he could only project his breath outward but couldn't precisely integrate the wind attribute into his weapon. The difficulty was too high; he couldn't truly become one with the gun.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang bang bang...
Xiu Yi continued to mechanically repeat the practice movements, as the saying goes, familiarity breeds skill...
"There's not much time left for you; if you can't master your usual weapon, you are unlikely to make it to the end in a high-level confrontation, and you might even get killed."
Feng Yi narrated it as if it were a trivial matter.
However, this was the greatest encouragement for Xiu Yi, who understood that Brother Feng wanted to strengthen him in this way, but was too proud to admit it.
