Seeing that Song Feilong's face was wrong, Gong Qiuyang immediately closed his mouth and did not dare to touch the young master's brow.
Song Feilong looked at Zhou Yi and continued:
"If I win, you need to admit that archery is not as good as me, and you apologize to me in public for your disrespect for my behavior just now. Of course, I will teach you my junior."
Don’t respect you? When did I disrespect you?
These wealthy young men are really fond of glass.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but complain in his heart, then nodded: "The previous request is OK, but if I lose, I can only do it without teaching Mo Mo and cannot control her mind."
Song Feilong's eyes flashed: "Yes."
Zhou Yi said: "Tell me the rules."
Song Feilong said: "It's very simple, just compare three arrows. Whoever has a larger ring number will win if the three arrows add up. If it's the same size, add one more arrow until the winner is decided."
"Yes." Zhou Yi took the bow and arrow handed over by Yang Momo.
At this time, Song Feilong thought about it and suddenly spoke, "Ten meters are too simple, let's compare thirty meters this time."
Compared to thirty meters, ten meters are too close, and there are still accidents. After all, even a novice like Yang Momo can still hit a dead mouse and hit the target with one arrow after shooting ten arrows.
What Song Feilong has to do is to humiliate Zhou Yi severely. What if all three arrows are off the target?
When he thought of that scene, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
Zhou Yi didn't think much about it and still agreed.
Then the crowd quickly came to the archery preparation zone thirty meters away from the target, and watched this scene very much.
"Zhou Yi will definitely lose, he certainly doesn't know that Mr. Song won the top ten results in the Tiancheng archery amateur competition last time, and it is impossible for ordinary people to be his opponent."
"Young Master Song is so powerful, but it's a bit like killing chickens and using a ox knife. Because I just came to the archery hall with Zhou Yi, and I was shooting archery next to him. I heard him say that his archery skills are average, so
He can't beat Mr. Song."
The Yang family was discussing each other in a verbal way.
Song Feilong said confidently: "I'll come first."
As he said that, he took out an arrow and squinted his eyes and aimed at the target thirty meters away. This distance is still very difficult for normal people, and it is normal to off-target.
call out!
The sound of the wind breaking out sounded, and Song Feilong shot out the arrow.
Ten rings!
Slap sex!
Applause and cheers sounded at the same time!
The Yang family members who had been ready to flatter each other spoke up and used various languages of praise to Song Feilong.
"Cousin, you..." Yang Momo said with some concern. Before she could finish her words, she heard the cheers on the side that came to an abrupt end. She quickly looked at Zhou Yi's first arrow had been completed.
It's also ten rings!
"Awesome!" Yang Momo said in surprise.
"Haha, the blind cat just meets a dead mouse."
"Indeed, sometimes I can also have ten rings, but it is possible to shoot off the target again. Luck cannot always be so good."
"Strength is the most important thing!"
Song Feilong narrowed his eyes, and Zhou Yi also shot ten rings and was somewhat unexpected to him, but he didn't care. After calming down his mind, he shot the second arrow and was still on the target.
But this time it was Nine Rings!
"Nine Rings...Nine Rings are also very awesome!"
"Yes, I'm myopic. I can't even see the target without glasses. Young Master Song can actually hit Jiuhuan!"
"Isn't it nonsense? Of course myopia doesn't look at it... I'm right, Young Master Song is just awesome!"
call out!
Zhou Yi did not hesitate at all and shot the second arrow.
The sound of flattery around him stopped immediately.
Because this time it is still ten rings!
If the first ten rings are lucky, but the second ten rings are still there, it is also possible to talk about luck.
But this probability is too low and too forced.
So this time there was no sound of ridicule.
Song Feilong frowned directly, looked at Zhou Yi deeply, and couldn't help but wonder whether he would meet a master?
"This guy hopes to know something..."
Song Feilong muttered, feeling a little upset, and then aimed at the third arrow. Even he didn't realize that his hand was trembling at this moment.
He couldn't help thinking in his heart that if Zhou Yi shot ten rings in the third arrow, he would never win anyway.
It was in this case that the third arrow shot out.
Slap sex...
The applause was still ringing, but it became smaller and smaller, and then completely disappeared because Song Feilong's third arrow was a ring!
An uproar sounded, and the onlookers were silent.
They can't even praise Yihuan's achievements even if they want to.
And it was only now that they suddenly realized that as long as Zhou Yi got on the target in the third arrow, Song Feilong would lose.
Even if Zhou Yi goes off the target, he still has the chance to play extra.
Zhou Yi, who shot ten rings in the first two arrows, made him leave the target with the third arrow, which sounded a bit difficult.
Song Feilong's face was gloomy. He knew that he was nervous and that under normal circumstances it was impossible for him to ejaculate a ring.
"My friend, wait a moment."
Song Feilong looked at Zhou Yi who was about to shoot the third arrow and quickly called him, saying in a deep voice: "I made a mistake just now and did not perform at a normal level. Do you want to...?"
He did not finish his words on purpose, but the meaning he wanted to express was self-evident, and everyone knew that he wanted Zhou Yi to let go of the water.
But Zhou Yi said with a look of incomprehension: "Do you want something?"
A hint of anger flashed in Song Feilong's eyes, and finally he endured it and said in a deep voice: "I mean you deliberately off the target with this arrow, and then we will decide the outcome with the fourth arrow. How about?"
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Why did I deliberately off the target?"
Song Feilong gritted his teeth and said, "Because I made a mistake in my third arrow, you don't want to win like this, right?"
Zhou Yi still smiled and said, "I didn't make you make a mistake, and it would be great to win just like this."
Mad, this kid is looking for death!
Song Feilong's forehead was arched with blue veins, and was so angry that he thought for a while and said, "You want to win so much, don't you just want me to make a promise? That's all, as long as you give me a chance to get the fourth arrow, that's all.
In the end, you lose, you can still designate a Yang family member, and I will attend the banquet tomorrow in the name of being invited by him."
As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.
Gong Qiuyang's face turned completely dark, but he knew that Song Feilong was angry now and did not dare to speak casually.
However, what everyone did not expect was that what Zhou Yi responded to Song Feilong was the third arrow shot from his hand.
call out!
Not only is there no off-target, but it is still ten rings!
Complete victory!
At this moment, almost everyone opened their mouths.
He looked at this scene with an incredible face.
It was not because Zhou Yi shot out the ten rings again, but because Song Feilong gave him face like this and asked him to let him go.
Zhou Yi was still so brave, without any face, and shot out the ten rings again.
This slapped Song Feilong in the face.
"Is your promise valuable?" Zhou Yi said lightly.
This sentence made the atmosphere tense suddenly, and everyone held their breath.