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110 Take turns

"Haha, thank you for rewarding," Murong Ping came down, and he was excited to rush to the crowd. Everyone was ashamed and arched to Murong Ping.

Almost all the martial arts are this kind of temper. It is not false for love to fight for strong victory, but only the kung fu of the other party's hand is really hard enough to be stronger than himself. , But as far as this shooting technique, the arrogance of others does have a arrogant capital.

Murong Ping was going to take the pair of black iron Ming Guangjia. Suddenly a tall figure blocked his way. Murong Ping looked up and saw a young teenager in front of the nine -foot iron armor. Hum, I dare to boast about it, "

Wen Yuanzhi smiled slightly, this person is not someone else, it is the party school captain Hao Zhao.

He only knew that Hao Zhao's sword method was good, and he didn't know that he was still good at arrow technique. At this moment, he saw Hao Zhao coming out, and he suddenly became interested.

Hao Zhao didn't want to take this muddy water, but as soon as the protagonist's Bao Jia came out, he changed his mind, and it was related to the face of the party soldiers. But he was not squeezed by the party soldiers. At this time, he must also show the prestige of the party general.

I saw that he was respecting Wenyuan to hold his punch, and Ce Ma also ran out of hundreds of steps. The sergeants were discussed again. Just now General Murong Ping's performance was already shocking enough, and he was full of confidence. It looks better than General Murong.

Hao Zhao was standing in Ma, carved the bow in his left hand, and squeezed four arrows with his right hand.

Hao Zhao took a sigh of relief, Huha hit the horse straight into the shooting range. The four arrows had been put in Hao Zhao's fingers, and one of the thumbs and index finger was also sandwiched. The general was exclaimed.

Four arrows.

I saw that one person was in a gorgeous galloping into sixty steps. Hao Zhao had suddenly turned around and carved the bow in his hand, buckled with four wolf tooth arrows on the string, and shot at the grass like the electric light. In the blink of an eye, a four -step man was inserted with four arrows outside the sixty steps, nailed to the grass people's key everywhere. At this time, Hao Zhao had just moved forward for more than ten steps forward.

"Okay," Wen Yuan's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth were smiling slightly. This Hao Zhao, who is not old, has such a skilled bow horse. It is indeed a general.

Just in the stunned everyone present, Hao Zhao's performance was still not over. I saw him drinking and shooting five arrows in a very short period of time. Kankan runs out of the grass 100 -step range.

Nine arrows, nine arrows in a hundred steps, and the arrow hit, such a shooting can no longer be described as proficient, and tens of thousands of sergeants are cheering. The soldiers were flushing one by one, and many people had a dumb voice. The giant deer was the home of the giant deer army. As the guest army, they could show their faces in front of the giant deer. The natural glory on their faces.

The applause of the Julu Army is not much smaller than that of the party soldiers. No matter so many men in these rustic troops, they are all soldiers. As long as you have a unique life, the big guy admires it. If you are in your hand The effort is not hard enough. No matter how high you are, it is not as good as fart in the eyes of others. Wen Yuan can have such a high prestige in the army. The kung fu is hard enough.

In the cheers of everyone, Hao Zhao returned to Wen Yuan, and the soldiers around reported that the tide was warmly cheered again.

"Beautiful, Hao Zhao, general, if no one comes out, this pair of armor is returned to Hao Zhao." Wen Yuan took a shot of Hao Zhao's shoulder and deliberately praised him. The armor was handed in Hao Zhao's hands, and there was a sudden cry behind him.

"Slow,"

Wen Yuan couldn't help but want to laugh. When looking back, he spoke to Han Qiong, his heart: "The old boy really can't hold it,"

I saw Han Qiong's lower jaw under the jaw, and smiled at Hao Zhao's fist, and said: "The juvenile arrow technique is really exquisite, but if you think it can get a headcolor, it will be too small to have the heroes in the world,"

Hao Zhao snorted, and smiled at him, "General Han only cares about shooting. If he can win me, I will naturally take orally,"

There is a "old" and "small" in the discourse. In order to be an armor representing the glory of the soldiers, the two spoke were full of gunpowder. Wen Yuan squinted and smiled without stopping. The man in the barracks had to have this bloody Anyway, it will be separated later, and the skills are not as good as people.

Han Qiong had been holding his tail as a person before he was a man, and he did not dare to have the slightest move. The man of the man is to change anyone. As long as you have such a unique work, you will stand up and show it.

Han Qiong is a bloody man. He also thinks that he has such a masterpiece, so where will he be hidden at this moment.

"General Han, very good, let the general of our army know what it means that there are heavens in the sky, there are people outside the people," Wen Yuan praised with interest. This Han Qiong is known as the king of Hebei. His nephew Han Meng's arrow technique is quite quite good. As a professor Han Mengwu's uncle, the arrow method is better than Han Meng.

Han Qiong respectfully traveled to Wenyuan and ran out of the horse. Although it was a descendant, since he dared to stand up to show his skills, and after Hao Zhao, who was very popular, tens of thousands of sergeants were admired. He even giving Han Qiongqiu loudly, his hostility to him has obviously weakened a bit.

Like Hao Zhao, Han Qiong was holding four arrows in his hand, and saw that he rushed his horses. Flying was generally approaching. In addition to seventy steps, tens of thousands of soldiers widened his eyes and watched. The arrows were screwed out, and then a series of dazzling bows started with left and right hands. The six arrows generally flew to the grassman's marking place, and the arrow hits the key.

Ten arrows, another shocking result.

The school farm that had just been silent was boiling here for a moment, and the crazy cheers and cheers rang the whole world.


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