In front of the gate outside the martial arts hall, a large carriage covered with black cloth slowly stopped.

"Young Master Xiu, I'm here."

The groom sitting next to the shaft of the car trembled his wrist and a long whip exploded.

The two fierce dragon horses produced from Longhe Ranch sniffed and stopped obediently.

Later, a thin arm lifted the curtain, revealing the extremely mediocre yellowed face.

At the age of 20, he wore a black gold crown and a blue brocade robe covering his strong skeleton, which seemed a little empty.

The man sitting in the carriage looked like a young tuberculosis from the outside, and was weak when blown by the wind.

It is hard to imagine that he is Yang Xiu, the foul-famous son of Liang Kingdom.

"Is this the martial arts lecture hall? OK, Lu Bo, you go back, don't wait for me."

There was a little excitement in Yang Xiu's hoarse voice.

During these days when he returned to Tianjing, he was locked up in the mansion and was already depressed.

"Young Master, the Duke of the State has given you instructions not to cause trouble, to take the exam for the title of a martial arts scholar, and then go to Jiubian for a few years to temper his expectations."

The coachman had gray hair, thick joints, and a long breath. He was obviously a trainer.

"I see."

Yang Xiu frowned and said with his head down.

Inexplicably, a green glow flashed in those turbid eyes, and the hungry wolf was like that.

The entire person's aura changed drastically in an instant.

It has the danger of being fierce, cruel, and indifferent to life.

The coachman was shocked and a chill came out of his neck, as if he was being targeted by some beast, and he hurriedly said:

"Miss II also told me before going out, let Young Master Xiu cause trouble, otherwise I will ignore you when I come back."

Hearing the three words "Second Miss", Yang Xiu's eyes changed, he immediately stopped his temper and said in a muffled voice:

"I'll be obedient."

He jumped out of the carriage, walked into the martial arts hall without looking back.

After passing the outer courtyard, we entered the inner courtyard.

Yang Xiu saw that several people had already started the first test on the shooting range, and the sound of collapse of arrows with his bow and string were endless.

These generals have some skills and their grades are not bad.

A fifty-step target can make the arrow hit, but it has not been released.

But when we reached two hundred steps away, we could not do anything about the White Ox Bow.

As for the five hundred steps of the iron-tied bow, no one has tried it for the time being.

"The final number of the first test is calculated as the final ring. If you can only draw ebony bows and white ox bows, you must achieve the score of seven or eight of those who scored ten archers.

If you can move the iron arch and shoot the black gold arrow, and 500 steps without leaving the target, you will basically pass the test steadily."

Teacher Wei stood aside and said to Secretary Chai.

"After all, I'm still taking the school strength and muscles, but I have a little more ability to control the subtleties."

Chai Qingshan twisted three long beards and said lightly:

"What kind of bow is used to determine the strength of the muscles and bones, how far you can shoot, how many times you shoot, depends on the length of your strength. These are all external skills.

How to hit the bull's eye tests the skill of internal training.

If you are simply strong or have a strong energy, you must be able to receive and receive freely before you can hit the bull's eye."

Teacher Wei nodded. Since ancient times, drawing a bow has been the first method of practicing strength.

Even in the great times of ancient times, Confucian sages included archery as the six arts of gentlemen, which were used to strengthen their bodies and bones.

"Yang Xiu is here. This child is indeed a natural seed of military strategist, with a killing aura. No wonder he was taken by Duke Liang and adopted as his adopted son."

Suddenly, Chai Qingshan's eyes shrank and he looked at the thin young man stepping into the inner courtyard.

The latter was looking at the shooting range, but he seemed to sense something. When he turned his neck, he looked back like a ferocious wolf.

Those green eyes burst into bright light!

"What a strong and ostentatious momentum!"

Wei Yang sighed too.

He is a blood-changing warrior in the third realm. He is a veteran of warriors who have experienced many battles. Naturally, he will not be afraid of the appearance of a wolf.

But if it were ordinary people, they had never been influenced by blood and fire.

I'm afraid I feel guilty and I'll be suppressed directly.

"See how he acts."

Chai Qingshan's face was calm.

In the shooting range, Zheng Yuluo had just completed the initial test.

He held an ebony bow in his hand and the white bull bow all penetrated through the bull's eye.

Only the iron arch, because its muscles and bones are slightly weak and its strength is not strong, it is difficult to reach a full moon. It shoots five hundred steps away, and can only hit three or four times in ten black gold arrows.

"Brother Zheng, that person is Yang Xiu?"

Someone asked with his finger.

"That's right, it's him, a mad dog that gods hate ghosts."

Zheng Yuluo turned around and looked a little ugly.

Although he said he wanted to vent his anger for his friends, he went to the martial arts lecture hall in Tai'anfang to suppress Yang Xiu, and it would be best if he could steal the other party's fame.

But when I really encountered it, I was still a little nervous.

Yang Xiu is not the best martial arts among his peers.

But he is fierce by nature and will revenge and can do anything.

When he was a child, he was beaten up by the generals of other countries, and he did not go back to file a lawsuit.

Just wait for the one who is single at night, grab the bricks and sticks and beat them to death.

The worst one is the young master of the Duke of Yue.

He was almost bitten off his neck and died on the spot.

It has left a deep shadow until now, and when she saw Yang Xiu, she hid.

"I heard Brother Zheng say this son was crazy before, and I thought he was a person. I didn't think of a tuberculosis, and I could not see any sign of strength in my muscles and bones."

The man held his head and chest up, as if he wanted to show off, so he immediately walked onto the shooting range, holding an ebony bow in his hand.

He pulled the strings to Yang Xiu who was standing outside to make a provocation.

"This idiot...is a bad thing!"

Zheng Yuluo could not stop him and could not help but cover his handsome and white face. He had already guessed what would happen to Wang Erlang, the Xiaoqiwei family.

"If you want to suppress Yang Xiu, you must have real skills! If it were Ji Jiulang from the Beizhen Fushi last time, you might be able to do it. Which onion and garlic are you Wang Erlang..."

Sure enough, Yang Xiu, who was thinking of leaving after the exam, grinned and said silently:

"Ping'er, this is what they call me."

I saw him coming to the shooting range, and also chose an ebony bow and wait quietly.

Seeing this, Wang Erlang thought he wanted to compare who would hit the target more.

With a chic smile, he immediately set off his bow and arrow, and pulled it into a full moon.

With a "swoosh", the white feathered arrow flew out.

Then!

Break into two sections!

Not hit the target!

"Yang Xiu, what are you doing?!"

Wang Erlang asked in shock.

As soon as he let go of the bowstring, the thin and slim Yang Xiu, who was like a sick ghost, shot an arrow, and then arrived first, cutting off his white feathered arrow.

According to the rules of the initial test, the sum of the number of targets and the number of rings is the final result.

If there is no shot at the target, then it will naturally be zero points and will definitely be defeated.

"I want to play with you."

Yang Xiu's eyes were drooping.
To be continued...