Directly express inability to do anything?

It's not good, it's not that it's embarrassing or anything, the main thing is that he has an ulterior motive for this trip. The Hexagon Bookstore is getting bigger and bigger, and it will face cruel business competition.

Qi Ping was determined to hug the prince's thigh. At this time, it was hard to disappoint Anping. After thinking about it, he came up with an idea.

He smiled softly and said, "Please lend me the horse."

Anping's eyes lit up, he got off his horse and went to pick up the boxwood bow on the ground, but was stopped by Qi Ping: "No need for this."

Don’t want a bow?

So how do you shoot an arrow?

Everyone was startled, and the next moment they saw the young man in green shirt lightly stepping on the ground, leaping onto the galloping horse, knocking his feet, and the horse neighed, and ran towards the shooting range.

As fast as lightning.

At the same time, Qi Ping squinted his eyes, suddenly bent down, and picked up several fine iron arrows from the quiver hanging on the saddle.

With a turn of the wrist, true energy is poured into it.

"call out!"

"call out!"

…

With the blessing of true energy, the power of the arrows is far beyond normal, and with the help of dart techniques, they are like lightning, shooting towards different targets.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Under the eyes of everyone, the targets exploded and fell into pieces like wheat straw in a blink of an eye.

Everyone in the school was stunned, and those young people’s eyes suddenly lit up and they exclaimed: “Practitioners.”

Yes, this seems to be no ordinary martial arts method.

"No, regardless of the true energy blessing, this hand is extraordinary even if it is just a martial artist." The leading young man praised.

Throwing by hand is not a trick at all compared to bending a bow.

Princess Anping's beautiful eyes were burning, she let out a frustrated breath and raised the corners of her mouth.

Phew...exploding the target can cover up the accuracy problem. It feels good... Qi Ping returned with his horse and praised his own wit.

"Brother Qi is so clever! He turns out to be a practitioner." Lu An was startled.

"Qi..." The leading young man suddenly remembered something and asked tentatively: "Are you Qi Ping?"

Qi Ping was stunned for a moment and nodded: "That's right."

The young man smiled and said, "My name is Yuan Hong, and Yuan Zhou is my younger brother."

Yuan Zhou... the student from the academy who was competing with me... Qi Ping suddenly realized.

The people around were curious, so Yuan Hong explained a few words, and then people knew that Qi Ping was the Zhenfu School Lieutenant, and had defeated the academy's genius.

"It is heard in the capital that Mr. Six's disciples call him Qi Ping. Several poems that have been widely circulated recently were written by him...could it be you?"

In the stands, several girls came over at this time.

One of them, a girl with a ladylike temperament, silk-like eyebrows and an oval face, suddenly opened her mouth, her eyes bright.

Qi Ping looked around and recognized that it was Zhang Jianzhi's youngest daughter, Miss Zhang.

Busy said humbly: "It's too much praise."

"It really is you..." Everyone was either curious, surprised, envious, or admired.

Qi Ping also didn't expect that his fame would spread here without even realizing it.

No wonder literati have been keen on competing in poetry since ancient times. This reputation is really a great blessing.

Princess Anping smiled at first, as if she was honored, and the others praised her, and she also felt bright, but when she saw Miss Zhang and others talking to her, she suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

He coughed and said: "I'm too tired standing and talking. Go aside and have a rest. Qi Ping, come with me."

Qi Ping felt uncomfortable being among them and being watched.
Chapter completed!