Chapter 300 Where is the Hundred Steps to Wear Yang?
Zhang Fan gave a thumbs up to the face-slapping group.
He was very pleased with the strength of this group of brothers and sisters.
This is a true fan!
"Huh, what's the big deal about fighting? Let's meet in the competition and see if I don't torture you to death." The man put away his arrogant expression and immediately started to hum.
When the others heard this voice, they immediately chuckled.
Torture Zhang Fan to death?
Hahaha, you can abuse the ten-ring hit rate that is almost 100% accurate? What the hell are you doing!
"The game begins!"
Zhao Fen couldn't wait to roar, his eyes swept over Zhang Fan coldly, and even asked his assistant to call all the reporters over.
Hey, it should be big news if a contestant misses the target in an archery competition.
Looking at Xiong Lin, who suddenly had countless reporters around him, a coldness appeared on his face. Zhao Fen, the grandson, really didn't shed tears until he saw the coffin.
Seeing a joke? Just wait and see.
Xiaoxiao zoomed in on Zhang Fan again and whispered: "Zhang Fan is invincible in track and field competitions, but can he maintain his previous prestige in this shooting competition?"
The audience at the scene became excited.
A small number of people were looking forward to Zhang Fan's shooting performance, while the vast majority of people looked at Zhang Fan as if they were watching a show.
Breaking the world record four times has made them feel very jealous. They just want to see Zhang Fan make a fool of himself once.
"Start!" the coach also began to say.
"Tch, boy, watch, I'll tell you what archery is." The man standing next to Zhang Fan pulled up his bow.
However, at this time, Zhang Fan had already shot an arrow. When the arrow came off the string, Zhang Fan quickly picked up the second arrow.
Whoosh!
Three arrows shot out from behind.
Seeing Zhang Fan shooting three arrows in a row, both the audience at the scene and the group of people in front of the TV were horrified.
Damn, the three arrows in the first round were shot like this?
If you don't even aim, can you hit the target?
Xiaoxiao shouted excitedly, and quickly controlled her mastery, and pulled the camera to Zhang Fan's target.
However, the next moment, everyone in front of the TV became stunned.
Looking at the three arrows in the bullseye, their breathing became rapid.
Grass, ten rings?
How is this possible!
Is this guy Zhang Fan so perverted?
First you broke the world record, and now you tell us that you shot three arrows in a row, all ten rings?
In City S, a group of people from Hualing also gathered in front of the TV to watch Zhang Fan.
"Boss, have you ever played archery?" one person asked.
Hua Ling nodded and said: "It's too difficult, it's really difficult. Archery and gun shooting are not the same concept. It takes a lot of energy and the accuracy is low."
"Then why can Zhang Fan shoot ten rings?"
Hua Ling gritted her teeth and said, "Go and ask this little pervert."
"What?" The onlookers roared immediately.
The target was too far away for them to see clearly. This was not like running. After all, they only needed to look at Zhang Fan to know the general result.
"Haha, you missed the target." Zhao Fen held a tea cup and sneered disdainfully.
However, at the next moment, Xiaoxiao screamed.
"Thirty rings, thirty rings, Zhang Fan's three arrows and thirty rings!"
Zhao Fen suddenly stiffened and the tea cup in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
"How is it possible, how is it possible! How could Zhang Fan achieve a score of thirty rings?" Zhao Fen almost roared.
Immediately, he ran towards the shooting scene.
"How many rings, how many rings?" Zhao Fen said, shaking the arm of the coach behind Zhang Fan.
Seeing Zhao Fen's actions, everyone's eyes almost popped out.
Damn it, you’re so close and you can’t see? Are you blind?
The coach also recovered from the panic and said quickly: "Thirty rings, a total of thirty points!"
"How is that possible!"
The athlete next to Zhang Fan was also stunned.
Thirty rings? Damn you, how is that possible!
Immediately, he stared and forgot about the past. Looking at the three arrows in the center of the target, his face was as pale as paper.
Really thirty rings!
Isn't this Zhang Fan's first time playing archery?
At this moment, his string-pulling hand suddenly relaxed, and the arrow came out of the string.
"ah!"
The man screamed because he saw his arrow hit Zhang Fan's bullseye.
"Nineteen points, eliminated!" the coach behind him shouted rudely.
Damn it, nineteen points, nineteen points for three arrows. Damn it, uncle, you are still playing archery with this level of talent. Get out of here.
"No, no, no, coach, I didn't mean to do it, just give me another chance." The man quickly turned around and said with a crying voice.
The coach gave him a cold look and then uttered one word: "Get out!"
"Hahaha!"
The athletes around laughed.
"Hey, why did you miss the target? I still want to see how you tortured me to death. Why were you eliminated in the first round?" Zhang Fan sneered, then turned his head and said to Zhao Fen: "This is your Z
The city's 100-step movement is so powerful, oh, it's so powerful, it really scares the baby to death."
"Hahaha!"
The athletes around him, the crowd watching, and even the group of people in front of the TV all laughed.
Damn it, he was just slapping Zhao Fen in the face with the sole of his shoe.
Refreshing and enjoyable!
"Did you see, our Brother Fan can do anything, except archery? I just got thirty points." The group of people in the face-slapping group were extremely excited.
"6666, 100 rockets fired in one wave, nothing wrong!"
"Hmph, we are not calling you a slap in the face for nothing. I will teach you how to behave in a minute. That dwarf is really stupid. He dares to challenge Brother Fan. Now you are really stupid!"
"Hey, brother, please give me your group number!"
"Sorry, it's full!"
"ah?"
"President Zhao Fen, you are not here to influence my archery, are you? Let me tell you, if I miss the target in the next round, it will be all because of you." Zhang Fan said jokingly.
"That's right, President Zhao Fen, please don't affect our game and please get out." The coach also started to say.
Shake your sister, you blind dog. My hand is almost broken by your shaking. Get out of here. I am not from your Z city.
"Get out, get out!"
On the audience stage, a group of people started to cheer.
Zhao Fen looked pale, as if he had lost his soul, and slowly left the shooting range. However, when he stepped out, Xiong Lin ran over happily.
"Oh, President Zhao, where is your ability to pierce the Yang with a hundred steps? I really want to see it." Xiong Lin had an extremely strong look of ridicule on his face, and at the same time, he gave Zhang Fan a thumbs up.
Immediately, he waved to the reporters not far away.
"What are you doing standing around? Come here. Why don't you come and ask President Zhao how he trains athletes who miss the target?"
A group of reporters were stunned, but the next moment, they all ran over.
No matter what, they are not reporters from City Z anyway. Such a big news would be in vain.