Xue Shuangtao's eyes brightened slightly and he said softly: "[Jing Yi]."

The four arrows penetrate the Hou, like the appearance of a well.

It is also the five-shot assessment in archery.

There was only the sound of arrows piercing the air.

【Hit the target】

【Lianzhu】

【parallel】

【Well instrument】

There was already silence in the Xue family's martial arts arena. The only sound was Xue Changqing's slight breathing. Li Guanyi said calmly:

"Draw the bow and load the arrow."

The Xue family's disciples' breathing was stagnant.

For some reason, they suddenly felt that the young man sitting cross-legged over there had become extremely tall. His voice was calm and the tone of the four words had not changed. There was an indescribable and powerful sense of oppression that made them feel like they couldn't breathe.

Feeling of anger.

Only Xue Changqing was extremely excited and immediately took up his bow and arrow while Li Guanyi confirmed the angle.

He lowered his eyes and seemed to be calculating something, then said: "Let's shoot the arrow."

The arrow shoots out.

It rotated through the previously filled target and hit the bullseye steadily. The force seemed to be enough, and it shot through the already fragile target.

There was no sound for a long time, and then Li Guanyi picked up his pen.

Everyone in the Xue family changed their colors.

The young man calmly placed the pen on the pen holder.

Xue Changqing said: "Sir, are you not going to practice?"

Why are you practicing? Your hands are shaking.

Li Guanyi shook his head and said: "There is no more ink."

Only then did the Xue family disciples notice that the ink on the inkstone in front of the young man had dried.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened.

Outside is a very distant and vast blue sky. The old man with white beard and hair walks in. The wind blows, making the white paper filled with ink writing beside the boy in blue move with the wind. The young man sits in it, his eyes are still calm, and his clothes

, there is no trace of ink on the palm.

"Hahahaha, what a math teacher, he must be so talented."

The disciples of the Xue family all had expressions of respect and respect.

"Ancestor!"

Xue Changqing ran up quickly with a bow and arrow, "Grandpa, Grandpa, I hit it! I'm done, you have to teach me the "Thirteen Styles of the Divine Bow"!"

The old man laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to rub his grandson's hair, and said dotingly: "Okay, okay, my parents are also talented people. It seems that this generation, my family has the [Po Yun Zhen Tian Bow] that has been dusted for a hundred and thirty years.

, finally someone can hold it."

"Thirteen Styles of Divine Bow"

【Cloud-breaking Sky-shaking Bow】?

Li Guanyi was curious and stood up to greet him.

The bronze cauldron and jade liquid has been cured to about half its temperature.

It's a pity that Xue Changqing has reached his limit. Otherwise, Li Guanyi can delay it for some more time, but it is not good to hurt the child for this. However, it is enough to reach 70%. There will be more time in the future, and it will be completed after one month.

The old man looked at him with admiration in his eyes and said:

"Mr. Li Xiao, you are really good at it."

Li Guanyi replied: "It's just arithmetic."

The old man laughed and said, "It's just a number trick? I've never heard of such a number trick, so I'm curious about it."

He thought for a while and said, "I wonder, can I take a walk and chat for a while?"

Li Guanyi looked at the old man and the white tiger next to him.

The old man looked calm, but a trace of curiosity could be seen on the face of the white tiger dharma image. Li Guanyi was thoughtful. The dharma image seemed not as good as the original body, which could hide emotions and have scheming intentions. He calmed down and answered with a smile:

"nature."

At this moment, the bronze cauldron and jade liquid has reached 70%.
Chapter completed!