Chapter 659: Lost, lost completely

Wen Ying's face turned into a dark bottom. When he finished it, only one-quarter of the hourglass was left.

In other words, Feng Wuyou is much faster than him.

Feng Wuyou smiled peacefully and said, "It's great to be able to finish the run for the first time."

Hearing this, Wen Ying almost vomited a mouthful of blood in a frustration.

He thought that his personal qualities were extremely excellent, and among so many people, Jedi was the best.

But I knew that I was more than half behind Feng Wuyou.

However, this level was set by Feng Wuyou, and she knew the mechanisms inside very well.

Therefore, it is not impossible to be faster than him.

Thinking of this, Wen Ying said: "The Empress is indeed familiar with the assessment process."

What I mean is that Feng Wuyou can pass these obstacles in such a short time by relying on familiarity.

Nie Zheng frowned and opened his mouth to scold him.

Feng Wuyou's speed is faster than him, this is a fact.

As a man, he lost but refused to admit it, and insisted on finding many excuses.

He was dissatisfied with the fact that Wen Ying might seek revenge on Feng Wuyou, and this dissatisfaction became even deeper at this time.

But before he could speak, Feng Wuyou stopped him first.

"Master..." Seeing that Feng Wuyou actually stood up, Nie Zheng quickly lowered his head and asked aside, but he was unwilling to accept it: "Master, don't pay attention to such things."

Feng Wuyou waved his hand.

She was not so disgusted with Wen Ying's words.

Wen Ying at this time reminded her of the soldiers she had trained in her previous life.

Her troops are the trump card in the army, and those who can come in are elites selected by the grassroots troops below. When they first arrived, none of them were convinced by her as the chief official.

She has experienced too many such scenes.

"Go and bring the rice paper target."

Feng Wuyou ordered that although Nie Zheng was reluctant, he still waved his hand to let the people below do as he did.

Wen Ying looked at Feng Wuyou with a puzzled look on her face.

He has had at least hundreds of targets, but he has never heard of rice paper targets.

For a moment, I was also aroused a little curiosity.

But in front of Feng Wuyou, he just had a stern face and did not reveal a trace of it.

Soon, two targets were taken over.

Wen Ying's face was even more confused.

The so-called rice paper target is actually a square rack installed behind the usual target, and a piece of unfolded rice paper is fixed on the rack.

There is also a slide below the shelf, which means that the distance between rice paper and the target can be adjusted.

The two targets were placed twenty meters away from the two of them, and the guards untied two bows and arrows on their backs and handed them to Feng Wuyou and Wenying respectively.

Wen Ying subconsciously took the bow and arrow, and then heard Feng Wuyou say, "I won't take advantage of you."

As he spoke, he walked to the bushes of plants on one side and held them hard.

"Master!" Nie Zheng shouted immediately, jumping over there.

He could see clearly that Feng Wuyou was holding Ma Teng, and it was definitely not a good feeling to touch the body.

But he was late, Feng Wuyou had already held Ma Teng and let go, and even if he came over, it would be useless.

Feng Wuyou smiled at him and said, "Get the hanging sandbag."

Another word I never heard before. Wen Ying opened his eyes and saw Nie Zheng bringing a lead-made bowl over.

This kind of thing is usually to increase weight load on the wrist and exercise wrist strength. Wen Ying is not unfamiliar with it.

Unlike the usual lead-made bowl, a thin iron chain is hanging below the bowl, and a small ball with no weight hanging in the main text of the chain.

Feng Wuyou made all the preparations and once again stood on the same line as Wen Ying.

She raised the bow in her hand and said, "One arrow determines the outcome, how dare you compare?"

Wen Ying was originally confused by Feng Wuyou, but when he heard this, he immediately lit up the burden in his heart.

He raised his head: "Just compare, are I afraid of you?"

As he spoke, he set his bow and aimed at the target in front of him.

He got Ma Teng's move and just finished the third round of assessment, which consumed a lot of physical strength.

But Feng Wuyou also encountered Ma Teng and added an extra load to himself, which was basically equivalent to Wen Ying's condition.

Wen Ying was arrogant, but there was one thing he admitted.

That is, Feng Wuyou really didn't take advantage of him.

"Who can we compare to who can shoot accurately?" Wen Ying asked cautiously before shooting the arrow.

"Natural." Feng Wuyou nodded.

"That's good." Wen Ying smiled proudly: "Then please take a look!"

As he spoke, he pulled the bow and opened the strings, and the sharp arrow flew out.

Whoosh...

The sharp arrow hit the red heart, penetrated the target and the rice paper behind it, and pierced on a big tree several meters away, with its tail feathers trembling.

Seeing that he had not failed, Wen Ying let out a sigh of relief and turned to look at Feng Wuyou.

He never spoke, but the meaning in his eyes was clear: It's you!

He wanted to see what level Feng Wuyou can ejaculate!

Feng Wuyou nodded gently, and also shot out with a bow and arrow.

The long arrow stumbled on the target with a tingling sound, and there was no movement at all.

This arrow hit the bull's eye, but neither the strength nor the momentum was comparable to the arrow before Wen Ying.

Wen Ying thought to herself that she finally made a comeback and asked deliberately: "Empress, I wonder who won this competition?"

Anyone with eyes should see that his archery skills are far superior to Feng Wuyou.

He thought that after asking this sentence, the people around him would have some discussion, but who knew it was actually silent.

The Yan Wei and Jin Yuwei around him were still looking at him silently, and the expressions on his face were not covered up, so it was obviously pitiful.

Nie Zheng said: "You should take a look at the target."

Wen Ying felt a very bad premonition, and she didn't care about her face and rushed towards the target not far away.

His one is nothing good, mainly Feng Wuyou.

She just shot the heart and had no strength at all. Why can she make others look at him with a look of a weak person?

He must throw the target hard in front of these blind people, so that they can know who won!

But just when he was about to reach out to pull out the target, he was stunned.

Feng Wuyou's arrow actually penetrated the target, but it only penetrated about one inch and three minutes.

The sharp arrow pointed straight at the rice paper that was as thin as a cicada's wing behind the target, but it barely stopped in front of the rice paper, without any slight breaking.

He suddenly looked up and looked at Feng Wuyou incredibly.

No wonder those people looked at him with so sympathy.

It turns out that the outcome is so clear.

He lost, he lost completely.

How did Feng Wuyou practice archery skills?

Feng Wuyou was still standing there, and even her expression did not change.

She untied the sagging lead wrist on her hand and said indifferently: "This is a course for you later. Let's try it first today."

course?

Wen Ying's face became more and more embarrassing. He stared at the metal blocks that were swaying under his lead wrist and discovered something else.

While Feng Wuyou was shooting archery, the metal block was also swaying continuously.

If you want to keep your arms stable in this situation, you can still shoot an arrow so accurately...

Feng Wuyi didn't take advantage of him? The conditions she set for herself were much more harsh than him.

Wen Ying finally realized that Feng Wuyou...
To be continued...