Huangfu Tenghui's arrow shot very well. This arrow flew out from the bowstring and drew a blue track in the air, and then fell steadily on the red heart of the target.
An arrow shot out and the whole room was cheering.
The scholars watching around, whether sincere or unscrupulous, all applauded at the same time.
Ye Junlin's eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not applaud. Huangfu Tenghui's archery skills were indeed good, but he was still a little worse if he wanted to applaud.
Under Huangfu Tenghui's halo of "Divine Arrow", the charm of Beitang's poems and Liu Yiyi's glory were a little dim.
After ten arrows, Huangfu Tenghui was proud because he shot nine arrows in total. Liu Yiyi shot seven arrows, and Beitang Shiyun shot six arrows. As girls, they have some resistance to such fighting and killing.
Huangfu Tenghui put away his longbow and looked at Ye Junlin. His right thumb stretched out heavily, then turned around and made an extremely contemptuous move.
Everyone's eyes looked at Ye Junlin at this moment. They were very curious about why this young man offended the son of the "Taiwei" family.
Beitang's poems are simple, but they do not mean that she is stupid. In a vague way, she felt that Huangfu Tenghui's hostility towards Ye Junlin might come from her.
Ye Junlin was not moved by Huangfu Tenghui's contempt, nor did he dare to speak wildly.
Because, he felt that he might not be able to defeat Huangfu Tenghui.
Looking at Ye Junlin's expression, Huangfu Tenghui thought Ye Junlin was frightened by his "divine arrow". So he became even more proud.
The storm caused by Huangfu Tenghui gradually subsided as the test progressed. The scholars who came to take the exam gradually became involved in the test and gradually forgot about this matter.
I have to say that Huangfu Tenghui's archery skills are indeed good. Because the test has been going on for so long, no one has surpassed his grades.
The test continued, and in a blink of an eye, the candidates from '700' to '7999' came on stage.
Ye Junlin slowly closed his eyes, and his perception was swimming back and forth on the one hundred scholars.
Suddenly, Ye Junlin's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes fell on a young man in black brocade clothes. The young man was burly but extremely fierce. The long scar on his face made him even more terrifying. He held a hunting bow in his hand, the most common kind. It was not a "spiritual weapon", or even a "mortal weapon".
Ye Junlin stared at him with endless interest in his eyes. For some reason, he always felt that this man was full of stories. And he was also a person with stories.
Complaint with each other.
"start!"
At the order of the inmate, a hundred scholars picked up bows and arrows and started shooting.
Ten arrows need to be shot within half a stick of incense. This is really a difficult thing for those boys with weaker strength and the delicate woman.
The young man with a scar on his face took a deep breath, then grabbed the arrow and shot it out continuously like a meteor.
The arrows flew out extremely fast, like dense raindrops, falling suddenly.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
There were hard collisions coming from the boxwood target.
Then, ten feather arrows were neatly "nailed" on the red heart of the target.
The whole audience was shocked.
Everyone stared at the scarred young man, his face filled with incredible expressions. Since Wei Ye, it has been three years since the academy's "shooting" test, and no one has been able to hit the bull's eye.
"Bang!"
"Play!"
"Smack!"
I don’t know who took the lead in praising his applause first, and then the applause rang out like a tide.
The scar young man turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on Ye Junlin, and then he smiled slightly. The scar young man knew that the person who first applauded was Ye Junlin.
On the other side of the shooting range, Huangfu Tenghui, who was talking to Beitang Shiyun, kept showing off his achievements in an instant, closed his mouth because at this moment, his throne of "No. 1" had been stolen by someone else.
In Huangfu Tenghui's eyes, there were two sharp arrows shot out instantly.
"It's another stinky silk!" Huangfu Tenghui cursed.
The shock brought by the Scar Young Man lasted for a stick of incense before it slowly calmed down under the maintenance of the supervisory teaching.
"Next, please go to the candidates of '800 No. 899'." Teacher Qingyi wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted weakly.
Ye Junlin slapped the longbow on his shoulder and walked proudly to the archery field with several contemptuous eyes.
"start!"
As the words of the supervisory staff finished speaking, the candidates rushed to test the shooting.
Ye Junlin seemed not in a hurry, but saw him rubbing the longbow and closing his eyes, as if he was feeling something.
Huangfu Tenghui and his friends laughed at the sight of the situation.
The playboy in purple clothes laughed and said, "Stinky **shit, aren't you quite awesome just now? Why are you so scared now? You cum! You cum!"
Faced with such ridicule, Ye Junlin was still unmoved. He closed his eyes tightly, but his perception extended towards the target.
At this moment, in his mind, the target had been deeply imprinted.
Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the position of the target.
A knowing smile appeared on the corner of Ye Junlin's mouth. The space ring on his hand flashed slightly, and then a black strip of cloth appeared on his hand.
The next moment, Ye Junlin made an action that shocked everyone: he held a black cloth strip and blindfolded his eyes.
"Arrogance is really arrogant!" Huangfu Tenghui cursed: "Do you think that blindfolding your eyes can cover up the fact that you are not good at archery? Let me tell you, this move is the rest of me who plays with me!"
After Huangfu Tenghui said something, everyone nodded softly. They also believed that Ye Junlin's move was to find a way for him.
Ye Junlin did not defend anything, so he slowly picked up the feather arrow and placed it on the longbow.
The bow opens like an autumn moon walking in the sky, and the arrow goes away like a meteor falling to the ground.
Ye Junlin pulled the bowstring open and shot out ten feather arrows in one breath.
The moment he pulled the bow, a tiny lightning lingered on the bow body.
Ten feather arrows drew a thin line from mid-air, and then fell one by one on the red heart of the target.
All ten pieces are in!
Everyone took a breath of cold air again. The shock brought by Ye Junlin was definitely much more than the scarred youth.
On a smoky rock on the back mountain of the academy, an old man in purple stroked his beard and chuckled, "What a kid who loves to play tricks."