"Yeah, that's okay." Mr. Zhang was noncommittal, looked at Li Qing and asked, "Xiao Qing, what do you mean?"
"Haha, Uncle Zhang, one arrow can determine the outcome, so I don't have any objection. "Li Qing nodded in agreement, stared at Zhang Wulong and asked, "I just don't know what the one-arrow method is."
He was very satisfied today.
My son's talent in archery is definitely better than mine. He learned eight of the Zhang family's two unique tricks in a short period of time.
As for the Li family's Rising Sun Archery technique, he believed that with his own guidance, his son would definitely be able to master it within a month.
When he thought of this, he wished that the competition would end early so that he could quickly go back and teach Li Yu the Rising Sun Archery technique.
As for the game, what if you lose? If Zhang Wulong wants the white oak bow, just give it to him.
Zhang Wulong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Mr. Zhang and Li Qing nodding in agreement, and said, "This is very simple. Chuan'er and Xiaoyu each shoot an arrow, and the number of rings that hit the target is To decide the outcome. But..."
Zhang Wulong's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and then he said word by word, "But it's not fifty meters, but one hundred meters."
"What? One hundred meters? Zhang Wulong, what are you trying to do? Even if we shoot at one hundred meters, it will be difficult for us, let alone two children. Don't say whether we can hit it or not. It's all a problem." As soon as Zhang Wulong finished speaking, Li Qing asked in surprise.
"Don't worry about this for now. Anyway, do you dare to give me a warm word..."
"You... damn, just compare, I don't believe that kid of yours. It can shoot to a hundred meters. Are you doing this on purpose because you are afraid of losing your bow to Yu'er?"
"You fart..."
Li Qing and Zhang Wulong. The two quarreled again.
But this time Mr. Zhang did not stop him, but looked at Zhang Chuan with deep meaning in his eyes.
The latter looked calm at this time. His expression did not change at all because of his father's proposal of 100 meters.
"One...one hundred meters, my God?"
"If you can hit the bull's-eye from a hundred meters away, you are a true archer. Even if you join the army, you can become a "The captain of ten men"
"Yes, do you think these two boys can do it?"
"Isn't it true that Zhang Wulong wants a draw as Li Qing said? ”
“Hey, how come it’s a draw”
“I don’t know, both of them can’t shoot, so it’s a draw”
“Oh, "I see, that's so despicable."
Zhang Wulong's face turned pale at the words of the crowd, while Li Qing nodded in deep agreement.
Li Yu was also a little surprised. Although one hundred meters is only doubled compared to fifty meters, its properties are completely different.
First of all, forStrength requirements.
It is very difficult for even an adult to shoot an arrow to a hundred meters, let alone their two teenage children.
The second is the requirement for vision.
A hundred meters away, although it is not impossible to see things, it is still quite blurry. And due to the natural influence of vision, items will shrink accordingly. And that small bullseye can be said to be only the size of a black dot from a hundred meters away, which makes aiming difficult.
Finally, there is the requirement for predictability.
It is necessary to predict the strength of the wind, and also consider the direction changes caused by the weight of the arrow itself, and the shooting angle must also be taken into account.
It can be said that this one hundred meters is a comprehensive consideration of the shooter's comprehensive ability.
Strength, vision, and skill are all indispensable.
"That Zhang Wulong doesn't look like someone seeking peace? What gave him the confidence?" Li Yu pondered.
He was naturally concerned about whether he could get the bow.
His eyes slowly fell on Zhang Chuan, and he let out a light sigh.
At this time, Zhang Chuan gave him a very strange feeling. If Zhang Chuan gave him aloofness before, now he felt depressed, the kind of depression before a volcano is about to erupt.
He had felt this way before, that Mr. Zhang.
Especially when he looked at Mr. Zhang and saw the latter's eyes staring at Zhang Chuan, Li Yu had a smile on his face again, "I see."
"In that case, let me, an old man, see the clever tricks of you two little guys." Mr. Zhang said with a smile, "Xiao Liuzi, go and put the archery target at 100 meters. "Outside"
"Mr. Zhang, okay, we can start"
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Soon, the middle-aged man whom Mr. Zhang called Xiao Liuzi ran back and said to Mr. Zhang.
"Xiaochuan, you come first," Zhang Lao said.
Zhang Chuan nodded, took a deep breath and walked out.
Everyone's eyes suddenly fell on him.
Zhang Chuan's pace was very slow, and he walked for ten seconds at a distance of four to five meters.
However, with every step he took, his aura was rising. When we reached the white line drawn by the competition, our momentum reached its highest peak.
Ho
Zhang Chuan roared.
He slowly opened the two-meter-high ox-horn bow, and the half moon, full moon, and beyond the full moon turned into an ellipse.
He didn't stop until there was an overwhelming squeaking sound from the bow arm.
"What a great strength, Wu Long, your son must be born with supernatural power..."
"No wonder Zhang Wulong dared to make such a bet and draw the bow like this,Not many of us can do it."
Zhang Wulong said nothing, clenched his fists tightly, and stared at Zhang Chuan unblinkingly.
Mr. Zhang did the same. His eyes were shining brightly, and Li Qing shook his head, feeling even more sad.
"The arms weigh at least five hundred kilograms. Is this the increase in strength brought by Dou Qi? "Li Yu squinted his eyes slightly.
Yes, fighting spirit. When he felt the same sense of oppression as Mr. Zhang, Li Yu knew that Zhang Chuan had also cultivated fighting spirit. Although it was inferior to Mr. Zhang, It's fainter, but it's real.
Buzz
Whoosh
The sound of the bowstring's rebound is accompanied by the sound of the arrow piercing the air. The sound of sonic boom reached everyone's ears, causing everyone's bodies to tremble.
"Hey, look, the shot... hit."
In the crowd, Someone shouted loudly
"Where is it..."
"It's really a hit. It's 9.5 points. It's almost hitting the target. Look at it."
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Soon, the people who ran to see the scores carried the entire target over.
After hearing this, everyone looked at the target and saw the red dot outside the bullseye. There was a feathered arrow stuck in it.
The entire arrow cluster was completely immersed in the target.
"Fuck"
"Abnormal." "
There was a sound of gasping.
"Hey, Xiaochuan has fulfilled our long-awaited wish." Li Qing looked at Zhang Wulong and sighed, "The white oak bow is indeed It is most suitable for Xiaochuan, and only in Xiaochuan's hands can it play its greatest role."
The fighter takes the path of physical sanctification. As his cultivation deepens, his physical strength will continue to grow. . A bow made of ordinary materials can easily bear the weight of thousands of pounds.
White oak has strong toughness, especially white oak that is more than a hundred years old and is very good at conducting fighting energy. .
Many fighters’ weapons contain white oak, such as gun shafts, sticks, bow arms, etc.
And the white oak bow of the Li family is even better. It is made of two-hundred-year-old white oak.
It is difficult for a normal adult to open the bow one-third. Li Qing can only open the bow half way, but it is indeed suitable for opening. Sichuan will use it later.
After listening to Li Qing's words, Zhang Wulong's expression softened a lot.
After a long while, he sighed leisurely and said, "Li Qing, White Oak. Give me the bow and we'll be clear. You...it hasn't been easy for you and Xiao'e these years. I don't blame you, especially the year when Xiaoyu was sick...sigh"
"Brother Long..."
Li Qing felt that his eyes were a little dry.