Pan Ming was called Sai Pan'an, which shows that he was handsome.
Since ancient times, especially in the Song Dynasty, when people pay attention to their dress and appearance, beautiful men have always been sought after by society.
So when Pan Ming rode his horse forward, the cheers from the crowd of onlookers got louder and louder.
Pan Ming was indifferent on the horse and shouted: "Move the target to two hundred steps!"
On the examiner's desk, Bai Shizhong frowned.
I thought that this boy from the Pan family was really arrogant and pushy. This was a martial arts competition, and he actually took the initiative to raise the difficulty level for himself!
The examiner Meng Tong looked at Gao Qiu, and Gao Qiu nodded slightly.
Meng Tong was about to order the target to be moved when he heard Zhang Shuye interrupt: "Wait a minute, the lifter will ask for more difficulty. What if it misses the target?"
Meng Tong sneered: "If you miss the target, you will lose!"
Zhang Shuye said nothing more.
Meng Tong said loudly on the stage: "Marquis Xingyang, you move the target on your own. If you miss the target, you will bear the consequences at your own risk!"
Pan Ming said proudly on the horse: "Yes."
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In full view of everyone, Pan Ming made a back bow movement. The movement was extremely smooth and skillful, and very graceful. In short, it was very exciting to watch. He shouted loudly and drew the bow to fire the full moon. He fired nine arrows in a row, and all of them hit the target.
The soldier who inspected the target kept waving the flag, the drum player's hands were sore from beating the drum, and the audience cheered enthusiastically and shouted at the top of their lungs.
Pan Ming rode back proudly.
The soldier returned to the examiner's stand with a target with nine arrows stuck in it and said: "Master Examiner, Pan Ming, the Marquis of Xingyang, hit all nine arrows and is ranked first!"
Gao Qiu smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that the Marquis of Xingyang was so outstanding in cavalry and shooting. He seems to have been taught by a famous teacher."
Meng Tong also laughed: "Captain, Mr. Bai, I don't think there is any need to compete anymore. Marquis Xingyang hit all nine arrows from two hundred paces away. This kind of archery skill is rare in ancient and modern times. Let's judge him as the winner in this round of archery."
Zhang Shuye frowned and stood up and said: "My lords, there is still another candidate, Wang Lin, who has not yet competed. How can we easily determine the winner of Xingyang Marquis?"
Meng Tong sneered: "Does Mr. Zhang think that Wang Lin's archery skills can be better than that of Xingyang Marquis?"
"Win and lose, let's compare. This is a military competition in the imperial court. How can it be such a child's play?"
Meng Tong was furious when he saw that this little guy dared to confront him and insult him. But then he remembered that Zhang Shuye was a supervisor sent by the government, so he gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, turned around and said coldly:
"Quickly order Wang Lin to shoot the arrow!"
The military drum beat again, and everyone's eyes on the school grounds were focused on Wang Lin.
Jin'er Liu, who was in the crowd outside the venue, frowned slightly, grabbed Zhang Zhenniang's sleeve and whispered: "Madam, can a small official defeat that Marquis of Xingyang?"
Zhang Zhenniang shook her head gently: "I don't know... In fact, the junior official has already entered the top three. As long as he passes the palace examination again, it is certain that he will be promoted. Jin'er, you have nothing to worry about."
In the grandstand, Li Shishi's quiet eyes kept falling on Wang Lin on the field. Although Pan Ming was popular among the public and indeed had excellent riding and shooting skills, Li Shishi still felt that Wang Lin could make a comeback.
She didn't know where her confidence in Wang Lin came from.
Zhao Fujin, who was not far from Master Li, had just cheered and applauded Pan Ming. Before the excitement on his face had passed, he stood up again and stared closely at Wang Lin, who was slowly riding into the archery field. He was slightly nervous.
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The disguised palace maid waiting next to her muttered to herself, Di Ji, who are you supporting?
Wang Lin passed Pan Ming on horseback and heard Pan Ming say calmly: "Are you the so-called tiger-fighting hero from Shandong?"
Wang Lin smiled, stopped his horse, and cupped his fists slightly: "What do you have to say, Marquis Xingyang?"
Pan Ming: "You are no match for me. I advise you to give up voluntarily, so as not to lose face."
Wang Lin curled his lips, spurred his horse on, dismounted and galloped off.
While the horse was galloping, Wang Lin silently recited "Kuaishou", "Crossing the Yang with a Hundred Steps" and "Open the Bow Left and Right" on the horse. The three skills were used at the same time. He was too lazy to play those flashy tricks and directly used the divine arm bow that Zhou Tong was famous for.
When the moon is full, the arrows are like shooting stars. One arrow chases another, and there are nine arrows. However, what is different from Pan Ming is that these nine arrows hit the bullseye and are heavily exposed to the target!
There was a moment of silence.
The soldier checking the target was stunned for a long time, then he waved the flag and shouted: "Two hundred steps, nine arrows shot together, hit the bull's eye!"
There is an essential difference between hitting the target and hitting the bullseye!
The soldiers who were beating the military drums at the far end were extremely excited. This kind of sharpshooter is rare to see in a hundred years. The rumble of the drums shook the school grounds, and soon the overwhelming audience cheered and cheered for a long time!
In the crowd, Jin'er squeezed Zhang Zhenniang's hand until it hurt, but Zhang Zhenniang didn't notice it at all. The two women hugged each other tightly and shed tears.
Li Shishi's clenched hands slowly loosened, and his peerless face was filled with a relieved smile.
Zhao Fujin jumped up and shouted: "Wang Lin, good shot, I like you very much!"
The little Huangmen and the palace maid next to him were so frightened that they were sweating coldly. They quickly looked around and were relieved when they saw that no one was paying attention.
Pan Ming's face was as sinking as water.
His shoulders were shaking slightly, and although he didn't say a word, his heart was greatly shaken at this moment.
He is good at archery, so he naturally understands that Wang Lin's shooting skills are unique in the world and almost unrivaled!
However, he was such a proud and arrogant person that he lost to a country bumpkin. He couldn't swallow the feeling in his heart!
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Pan Ming slowly pulled out his mace, pointed at Wang Lin and Ma Kuang from afar and said, "Let's go together!"
Wang Lin's mouth twitched.
This guy is really arrogant.
Seeing how arrogant he was, Ma Kuo couldn't hold back. He urged his horse to kill him with a long sword.
Ma Kuo's proficiency in knife skills shows that he has put in many years of hard work.
However, his martial arts skills were still far behind Pan Ming. When two or three of them met, Pan Ming sneered and blocked Ma Kuo's knife with one hand, using his mace, and then hit Ma Kuo's head hard with his other mace.
His mace was made of hundreds of refined steel and was very powerful. Seeing that the mace was about to smash his skull into pieces, Ma Zhanzhang turned pale with fright. He swung his head eagerly to avoid it, and the mace hit him hard.
Shoulder, the horse screamed loudly and fell off the horse.
When Wang Lin outside the court saw this, he couldn't help but get angry.
Martial arts battles have their own rules, and they are not two armies against the enemy. The attack was so vicious that it almost killed Ma Kuo!
Wang Lin grabbed his bright silver spear, got on his horse, and rode forward amidst the beating of the drums. He thrust the spear in his hand and said calmly: "Marquis Xingyang, I'm here to meet you."
Pan Ming laughed wildly: "Let's fight. How can I be afraid of a country boy like you?"
Pan Ming swung his maces and struck down on the head. When the two horses met, Wang Lin picked up the pistol in his hand, and a huge force came through. Pan Ming's arms were numb and his mouth was shaking, and his maces almost flew away from his hands.
Pan Ming's expression suddenly changed.
With such strength, he knew he was no match for Wang Lin.
But he had been practicing martial arts on horseback and archery for so many years. He came to Beijing to take the martial arts test. He originally wanted to become famous all over the world. Seeing victory in sight, Wang Lin from Shandong suddenly appeared. He had already lost to him in horseback archery. If he lost again, the Marquis of Xingyang
Where to put your face!
Pan Ming turned around after beating his horse, gritted his teeth and urged the horse to charge forward again.
Wang Lin sneered and urged his horse to meet him.
Pan Ming's maces were flying left and right in his hand, and Wang Lin was blocking left and right lightly, but in fact he only used 70 to 80% of his strength at most.
Pan Ming felt blood dripping from the tiger's mouth, and his heart skipped a beat. This time he charged forward, and when he had dismounted his horse and rushed out more than ten steps, he suddenly reined in the reins. His mount was obviously well-trained, and it stopped even after he said it.
Raise your hoof.
In an instant, Pan Ming turned around on his horse and suddenly threw out his maces. Up and down, the wind roared, and they hit Wang Lin and his mount like hidden weapons!
This is his trump card that he has practiced hard for many years!