Chapter 81

"Ji'er, no nonsense." Murong Jian's face was gloomy, and he gave a sharp reprimand.

Murong Ji was full of grievances: "I'm not fooling around. I just think that the strong can enhance the combat effectiveness of the army by entering the barracks. Is this also wrong?"

Murong Xue sneers. Murong Ji is only 14 years old. This set of principles was not invented by himself, but was taught by Murong Jian. The father and son couldn't open a gap with general Zhang, so they hit Murong ye with their ideas. What a clever and cunning thing!

"Murong ye, what I challenge is you. Don't pretend to be dumb. Do you dare to compete with me?" Murong Ji looks directly at Murong ye, his chin is high and his voice is arrogant.

Murong Ye looks at Murong Ji. In the dark pupil of his eyes, there are three points of confusion, three points of bitterness, and three points of clarity. Finally, it turns into a touch of perseverance: "OK, I'll compare with you!"

Ge Hui's eyes were awe inspiring, and he said in a quick voice, "little Marquis..."

Murong Ye interrupted his words with a wave of his hand, and looked at Murong Ji lightly: "I agree to the competition, not for the sake of striving to be strong and prosperous, nor for showing myself. I just want you to know that I Murong Ye is a man, and I am not afraid of any provocation! Say it, what will you try? "

Don't say so grandiose, he must let him lose the contest, lose face!

Murong Ji disdained to hum in his heart and said: "archery!"

"Good!" Murong Ye nods, the bottom of his eyes is shining with tenacity and solemnity!

General Zhang glanced at Ouyang Shaochen quietly. Seeing that he had a light complexion and no objection, he took Murong ye and Murong Ji's mind and ordered a competition!

The well-trained soldiers retreated to one side, and the huge teaching ground was suddenly empty, with dozens of targets standing at the front, which was particularly eye-catching.

Murong Ji, with his bow and arrow on his back, slowly walked over and looked at the target dozens of meters away. He frowned slightly: "the target is standing there, motionless, and too boring. If it is on the battlefield, the enemy will not stand there foolishly and let others shoot!"

"What do you want?" Murong Ye holds a bow and arrow and looks at him lightly.

Murong Ji held his head high and said haughtily, "let's move the target. Let's stand beside and shoot hearts. In a column of incense, whoever shoots the most hearts will win."

"Good!" Murong Ye nods. The challenge is put forward by Murong Ji. No matter what kind of tricks Murong Ji plays, he will accompany him!

"Brush, brush, brush!" Dozens of targets were moving back and forth in the teaching field. Murong Ji stood on the left side of the teaching ground, holding a long bow and arrow in his hand. He hung the bow with pride, and only heard the sound of "whoosh". The feather arrow flew towards the target and hit the target's heart heavily

"Good!" I don't know who gave a cry of surprise, and many soldiers also followed: "the arrow technique is good That's great... "

Murong Xue gently raised his eyebrows and shot the moving target, which was several times more difficult than shooting the static target. In the teaching field, the target moved without any rules, which was the test of archery. If the archery was a little poor, he would not hit the heart. Murong Ji hit the target, and the archery was really good. Murong Jian spent a lot of effort on this son. I don't know how Murong Ye's archery is?

Murong Xue looks up at Murong Ye. He is standing on the right side of the teaching ground. His eyes are fixed on the bow and the arrow is flying towards the target. All of them are hit by hearts

The huge teaching ground is silent for a moment!

"Good!" I don't know who yelled, and the soldiers roared one after another: "the little Marquis of the Duke's house of Zhenguo is usually very dandy, but I didn't expect archery was good..."

"He is the son of Yue Hou Ye. In those days, Yue Hou's archery skills were incomparable in the world. He only shot a few moving targets. It's nothing to be alarmed at..."

"It's true that the tiger father has no son..."

Murong Ji frowned tightly when the soldiers' voices were heard. He proposed to shoot a live target to show his superb archery skills. He even let Murong Ye steal the limelight. It is extremely hateful that he must not lose to him!

With the bow on the string, Murong Ji fired three arrows in succession, and quickly shot at the target: "whoosh, whoosh!" Three arrows, two on the heart, one on the edge of the heart!

"Three arrows in a row, good, good!" The soldiers exclaimed.

Murong Jian's face was slightly gloomy, and the three arrows should be used in the end, ending the competition with astonishment. Ji'er's incomparable superb archery was firmly remembered!

He's good. Just at the beginning of a stick of incense, he fired three arrows in succession. How could he not hold his breath?

Yu Guang saw Murong Ye. He also took out three arrows and tied them steadily with his bow. "Whoosh! Whoosh!" the three feather arrows hit the hearts of the soldiers, which made them exclaim: "good, good He is worthy of being the son of yuehou Lord... "

Murong Jian's sharp eyes narrowed fiercely, and his face was gloomy and terrible. Murong Ye's archery was so good because of Murong Yue's inheritance? Or because of Ge Hui's teaching?

Ji'er's three arrows shot at the edge, completely reduced to Murong Ye's foil, and became a big joke in the camp. It's really hateful and hateful!

Murong Jian looks at Murong Ji angrily. His face is pale, his hand shaking slightly with his bow and arrow. He stares at Murong ye with hatred. His archery is taught by his father. Looking at Jingzhou, no one can match him. In Qingyan capital, he is also the best. How can Murong Ye win him? How can you beat him?Murong Ji's eyes were cold, and he quickly tied the bow to string, and the black feather arrow "whooshed!" Shoot at Murong Ye! Murong Ye is unprepared. It's too late to dodge!

"Dangdangdang!" Three silver needles fly out and beat down the black feather arrow!

All around the noise, there was a sudden death like silence. People followed the direction of the silver needle flying. Murong Xue's eyes were cold. In a blink of an eye, he came to the center of the Teaching Hall. He glanced at the black feather arrow on the ground and said coldly, "Murong Ji, are you archery or killing?"

"Don't make it so bad. I just slipped my hand by accident." Murong Ji's chin is raised, his eyes are full of disapproval, and his heart is filled with hatred. The hateful Murong Xue is really nosy. Otherwise, his arrow will surely kill Murong Ye!

"Is it?" Murong Xue's mouth slightly picked, not smiling, suddenly reached out to grab Murong Ye's bow and arrow, and put the bow on the string, only heard the three sounds of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

"Ah Murong Ji's shrill cry pierces the clouds and resounds through the sky!

"Ji'er!" Murong Jian exclaimed, and instantly came to Murong Ji. He was shot through by a feather arrow, and his bloody arm was bubbling out. His chest was filled with anger. His angry eyes were like sharp arrows, and he shot at murongxue fiercely!

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