Master Zang was finally shocked: "Born of divine power!?" He shook his head again: "I forgot that you are practicing hard skills from outsiders, and it is not surprising that you have a little strength!"

"Arrow shooting is not just about being strong, take it!" Master Zang took off the hunting bow on his back and threw it to Li Qingshan.

"This is Zang Ye's horn bow, it's a big stone!" "This is Zang Ye's intention to make things difficult for that kid. Bending the bow is different from throwing the stone lock."

One stone is 120 kilograms. Ordinary hunting bows do not pursue power, but pursue accuracy and agility more. There are rarely such hard bows. The bow is too hard and its power is certainly enhanced, but if the bow cannot be controlled by the bow, the accuracy and archery speed will be very poor.

If you encounter a beast in the mountains, if the first arrow fails to hit, the second arrow is not enough, and the beast will pounce on it, then there is only a dead end. But hunters who can play with such hard bows are all sharpshooters, and shooting tigers and leopards in the mountains are no problem.

Li Qingshan weighed the hunting bow. It was a good oak bow, wrapped in animal skin, wrapped in silk, and beef tendon as the bow string. It was light but extremely powerful.

He followed the method explained by Master Zang just now, sank his waist and immediately pulled the bowstring, and his muscles and bones stretched out.

Master Zang was surprised to find that his posture was very standard. He remembered that he had just watched and pointed out the key points. Li Qingshan understood it all. After a moment, it seemed as if he had worked hard for three months.

When learning to open a bow, it is not easy to make a bow that is too hard at the beginning. You must start with a soft bow, shoot a lot of arrows to practice, and slowly correct your posture to strengthen the strength of the bow.

Master Zang directly gave Li Qingshan his horn bow, just to have the intention to hit him. Even if you can't pull it out, you can't shoot correctly, but Li Qingshan's performance is beyond his surprise.

It’s not that Li Qingshan’s understanding is really far superior to others. What he taught in “The Great Powerful Fist of Bull Demon” is the most basic method of using luck and strength. As long as he masters the key points, he can get started quickly.

Sweat oozed out from Li Qingshan's forehead, maintaining the bow-cut posture, which was indeed much more laborious than lifting a stone lock, and the muscles and muscles in the body were ached faintly.

"This is a good way to practice strength. Although I am very tired when practicing boxing, my fists are always empty. I need to buy a strong bow to practice strength in the future, which will definitely be of great benefit."

"Okay, aim at the target and shoot an arrow to show me!" Master Zang ordered.

Li Qingshan lowered his hunting bow, took a short rest, picked up a feather arrow, and opened the bow again, facing a target fifty steps away.

"Be calm down, don't rush to ejaculate, look at the target!" Master Zang pointed at the side.

Li Qingshan's eyes stared at the bull's eye and suddenly lit up, but because it was during the day, no one paid attention. With his whole heart, the target seemed to have become bigger and no longer so far away.

According to legend, ancient sharpshooters practiced arrows and tied lice to a rope. Then they watched day and night and saw that the lice gradually grew bigger. At first, they were as big as a wheel, but later they were as big as a mountain, filling their eyes, and shot an arrow and penetrated the lice.

Li Qingshan felt this way at this time, knowing that this was mostly the effect of the tears of the green cow, seeing fast as slow, far as near, and oozing through the dark spirit.

"Zhong!" Li Qingshan had a sudden inspiration, and the feather arrow left the string and flew towards the target.

"Du!" The feather arrow was nailed deeply to the wooden target, but it did not hit the bull's eye, but fell on the edge of the target, barely shooting.

Li Qingshan felt embarrassed: "Although he didn't hit the bull's eye, he was still considered to be."

The people around were so shocked that they couldn't speak. They shot an arrow for the first time in their life, and drew a strong bow with one stone, and hit a target of fifty steps away. Even in this village where hunting is a living, I have never heard of such a person.

"Where does this guy come from?"

Mr. Zang barely maintained his calmness on his face: "Just practice well in the future." As an old hunter, he knew best that Li Qingshan's first archery shooting was not enough to estimate the fall of the arrow and the influence of the mountain wind.

"But I think this bow is still not strong enough!" As the saying goes, "To pull the bow, you should pull the strong one", Li Qingshan wants to pursue a strong bow that requires all his strength to be used.

Master Zang didn't say much after hearing this. He took the bow from Li Qingshan's hand and bent his bow at the target in the distance. His turbid eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle.

His right hand waved repeatedly, and only Li Qingshan was present to see clearly. He took out three feather arrows one after another.

"Du!" Three feather arrows formed a line and fell on the bull's eye, but there was only one sound in my ears.

The venue was quiet at first, and then a series of cheers burst out.

"Continuous pearl arrow!" How could Li Qingshan not know the name of this arrow technique? I read it in the book in my previous life, but it was just used as an interesting thing.

But only after seeing it with his own eyes, he realized that this was a real killing skill. He estimated that unless he fought with his own hands, he would never escape such an archery technique. If Master Zang attacked and ambushed, he would undoubtedly die.

Master Zang looked at Li Qingshan without saying much. Li Qingshan already understood what he meant. He couldn't use such an archery technique. He talked about "pulling the bow as a strong one". The other party did not fail to pull the heavier bow, but just chose the most suitable one. He stepped forward and bowed respectfully and said sincerely: "Please teach me archery skills!"

"In the future, you will be a part of my Lemazhuang. You don't need to say that, I will teach you my whole heart. As for how much you can learn, it depends on your ability. But I believe that your archery skills will be above me in the future." Master Zang felt relieved and he was also happy.

He didn't like Li Qingshan at first, but when Li Qingshan showed his talent and strength, shocked him and put down his posture, his emotions fell a turn. Not only did he immediately recognize Li Qingshan's identity, but he also praised him very much.

This evaluation shocked everyone. It is recognized that Zang Ye has the strongest archery skills in the village. Even the archery skills of the headhunter Huang Sick Tiger were taught by him personally. If he would give such an evaluation, he would probably be shocked by the whole Zhuangzi.

The young boys who were originally very unkind to Li Qingshan also surrounded him, and his speech was filled with each other, revealing a sense of closeness. This was not about being inclined to the enemy, but about their age, they were the ones who respected the strongest.

Perhaps there are still people who are jealous and rejected, but they dare not contempt and provoke anymore. The atmosphere in the field has become harmonious. Li Qingshan understands more and more that if you want others to recognize you, it is not based on some sweet words, but showing enough strength.

If he does not have this strength and wants to achieve this effect through communication means, it will not only take a long time, but also have to bow his eyebrows and twist his heart.

Until the evening, Li Qingshan was able to hit the bull's eye every arrow, but shooting such an arrow requires preparation. He could not shoot at the same time as Zang Ye, and he could not shoot a continuous bead arrow. But in the eyes of others, it was already incredible.

In the next few days, Li Qingshan immersed in archery techniques and became increasingly progressive. Although he did not let go of "The Great Powerful Fist of Bull Demon", his progress was extremely slow.

Finally, after a few days, Li Qingshan returned home and carefully opened the wine jar. The strong aroma of medicine filled his mouth and nose. He picked up the wine jar and drank a large gulp.

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Chapter completed!