Ye Huanhuan was somewhat relieved when she heard the voice coming from beside her. Ling Shaoyang's performance just now was so amazing that it shocked everyone. She also thought that if it were her, she wouldn't even be sure if she could shoot within ten arrows.
The first willow leaf.
It was so difficult to cross the Yangtze River in a hundred steps. Even if Ye Qingran was confident, he might only be better than Gu Dongliu. She dared to conclude that Ye Qingran would never reach Ling Shaoyang's level!
Rather than Ye Qingran taking the top spot, she hopes Ling Shaoyang will win!
If Ling Shaoyang wins, everyone will think that it is a win, and there is nothing surprising. But once Ye Qingran wins, the nature will be different.
A mere waste, defeating the talented shooter Ling Shaoyang for five consecutive years in one fell swoop will definitely shock Xiliang City. At that time, everyone will probably laugh at her. Ye Huanhuan, a genius in one term, actually lost to a waste. Where can she put her face?
No, Ye Qingran, you must lose!
"It's your turn!"
Ling Shaoyang turned around to remind Ye Qingran, his heart filled with fighting spirit.
To be honest, he really wanted to know Ye Qingran's results. After all, in his opinion, he was very satisfied with his performance just now.
If there were more willow leaves, maybe he could try four arrows. Of course, four arrows was almost his limit. As for five arrows, he had never thought about it.
Ye Qingran nodded, took the bow and arrow Wuhen borrowed from her, and walked to the white line drawn by Shi.
Outside of the competition, Ye Qingran always had a lazy and casual attitude, but once she stood there, dressed in silver soft armor, the more she made her look cold, noble and heroic, like a woman.
God of War!
Ye Qingran raised his eyes and looked at the willow tree a hundred steps away. His eyes seemed to have passed through the thick time and space and returned to China in the 31st century.
Past and present lives, time passes by.
"Master, you see I can already shoot through the enemy with a hundred steps! I am a marksman with perfect shots!"
The stunning girl with a spring-like face wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with great joy to the white-haired old man not far away.
The old man has a kind look and a kind face, but there is a sharp edge hidden in his movements.
"Have you ever thought that once you run out of strength and miss a single arrow, your reputation for being infallible will be affected. A person who is really good at archery should pay attention to maintaining his reputation!"
The old man spoke calmly, which made people feel intimidated.
The girl looked puzzled, while the old man was tempting...
Among the green mountains and green waters, the scene of master and apprentice teaching and learning is warm and meaningful, and will be frozen forever.
Ye Qingran blinked her eyes, the sourness on the tip of her nose made her eyes red, and deep longing suddenly surged in her heart.
That girl is who she once was, and that old man is the master who taught her archery. The master is a descendant, and all members of their clan are sharpshooters. He is the best of the master's generation, and he can shoot through a tree with a hundred steps, and a hundred arrows can fire at once!
The master not only taught her archery skills, but also taught her the philosophy of life.
However, the master left when she was twenty years old. Even though since then, with her diligent study and practice, her skills have improved day by day, even surpassing the master's achievements, but no one can anymore.
Share the joy with her, touch her head and say to her: You did a good job!
Time passes, stars change, and looking back again, it suddenly feels like a dream!
Ye Qingran raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and forced back tears.
The past has passed. She will hide that longing in her heart and look at the future with hopeful eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no sadness, but sharpness like a sharp blade!
No one knew that Ye Qingran's mood had gone through ups and downs in just a short period of time.
What they were curious about was how far Ye Qingran could achieve?
Like Gu Dongliu, shooting one arrow at a time, or like Ling Shaoyang, shooting multiple arrows at once?!
Under the scorching gazes, Ye Qingran moved!
One, two, three, five, six, seven...
Everyone's eyes gradually solidified.
Ye Qingran actually took seven arrows at once!
"Is she crazy? Is she going to fire seven arrows at once?"
"Oh my God, if this were true, I would go crazy!"
"Isn't this crazy? Oh my God!!!"
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Gu Dongliu's eyes were as wide as copper bells.
No, right?
It's not really what he imagined, is it?
Ling Shaoyang, who had always been calm and unfazed, his pupils shrank heavily.
Seven arrows?!
He thought about many possibilities, but he didn't dare to think that Ye Qingran could shoot seven arrows at once!
"Isn't six arrows her limit?"
If Ye Qingran knew how to read minds, he would definitely laugh it off.
In the world of archery, there are no limits!
Just as her master told her, as long as you have enough ability, it is not impossible to shoot thousands of arrows together; shooting the sun with one arrow is not a myth!
Wuhen's eyes are as bright as a torch.
This woman always refreshes his knowledge again and again!
The surrounding sounds had been blocked by Ye Qingran, and at this moment, her heart felt as if it was still water.
A hundred steps away, the willow tree swayed back and forth in the mountain wind. Those weak willow branches danced with the wind, almost without any pattern!
However, just as everything in this world has its own reason, any movement also has certain laws. This requires a pair of eyes that are good at observation and a mind that is good at analysis.
The seven willow leaves reflected in her eyes peeled off other leaves, gradually enlarging her vision until only the seven leaves were visible. After that, the corners of Ye Qingran's lips slowly curved.
Then, shoot the arrow!
Brushing, brushing, brushing, brushing~
The seven arrows were shot together, making a sound of breaking through the air. They were all as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, they had already flown a hundred steps away!
Everyone waited with bated breath.
The moment Ye Qingran let go, he turned his head and stared at the willow tree.
But I saw seven arrows coming, with clear targets. They seemed to be attracted by magnetic fields. They were impartial, no more, no less, neither fast nor slow. They were in the order of red, orange, yellow, white, black, blue and purple, and aimed at the center of the willow leaf.
With his accurate aim, he shot down seven colored willow leaves!
In such a huge camp, with hundreds or even thousands of people, one could actually hear a pin drop at this moment. The only sounds left were the melodious wind in the mountains and the gentle rustling of the branches and leaves.
"Seven arrows, all hit!"
After the examiner who was specifically responsible for the examination completed the examination, he raised his voice and called this way.
In an instant, everyone looked at Ye Qingran without saying a word, as if they were looking at a monster.
Shooting seven arrows at once, seven out of seven hits, is this something a human can do?
This Ye Qingran, are you sure it's not the transformation of some monster?
Ling Shaoyang's hand on his side clenched into a fist, and veins popped out on his exposed arm.
The pair of eyes as dark as ink stared at Ye Qingran unfathomably, with thick dark clouds condensed in them. People who didn't know it thought he was going to kill Ye Qingran.
"Why, you want to kill your master?" Ye Qingran crossed his arms across his chest and took time to look at the strangely reacting young man in front of him.
Ling Shaoyang always remembered their previous bet.
Ye Qingran said that if he loses, he will become her teacher.
At first, he didn't take it seriously and firmly believed that he would not lose.
However, all his confidence was shattered by her arrow after arrow.
"Don't worry, a gentleman's words are hard to follow, and I won't break my word!"
In fact, he was not angry, but felt his blood was boiling.
How to describe that feeling?
Sometimes, being invincible is a very lonely thing. Youdao is too high to be invincible. Five years of being invincible has made him feel that archery is boring, and so is life.
But now, although he lost, he also found the motivation to live.
However, if he were to become Ye Qingran's disciple now, he would not be able to overcome this hurdle for a while.
"Give me some time." He pursed his lips and said sullenly.