"Yu~Yu~Yu~" A neighing sound of war horses pulled everyone back from the sluggishness.

At this time, everyone looked at the young master wearing gorgeous armor, so handsome that the woman was afraid that she would feel ashamed of herself.

"Gudu~!" A hard sound of swallowing a saliva, and the eyes of Qiliner at Zhang's family looked like looking at a monster.

This distance is fifty steps, which is fifteen steps more than the specified thirty-five steps!

Not to mention the distance of fifty steps, no one dares to say that he can win every opportunity even at thirty-five steps!

Moreover, he made three consecutive shots on three targets in one horse racing, and each arrow was nailed to the center of the red heart of the target!

What does this mean?! It means that the skill of riding and shooting is not only good at home, but it can be compared with the legendary Tatar Theater!

How old is he?! Is this like a Tatar, practicing riding and shooting from his womb?!

Looking at these Wu Jieyuans who were arrogant and dissatisfied with a look of dissatisfaction, the martial artists who looked like cowards in Shuntian Mansion were immediately relieved.

The martial artists of Shuntian Prefecture grinned and felt very honored!

Sit down~ sit down~! This is the basic operation of the Chihuer, the Zhang family of Shuntian Mansion, just the basic operation!

You group of local bullies must know that this is the martial arts and Jieyuan of our Shuntian Prefecture and Jieyuan of our Yingtian Prefecture.

And His Majesty praised him personally, saying that he was a great treasure jade dragon tiger with both civil and military protection...

The three great masters are the most popular Qiliner in the world after the imperial examination!

Written by "Night Dream in the City" and "The Legend of the Dragon and Eight Parts", it is also written by "The Rolling Yangtze River Flows East", "Ruinless may not be a true hero"...

Not only did he get the Jie Yuan of Yingtian Prefecture, but he also got two Jie Yuan, and he also held the Zhang family Yu Chihu who was scolded by the Imperial Times!

Yishuier's martial arts Jie Yuan and his men drooped their heads and said nothing. How can they compare?! Comparing with a scattered person!

This is equivalent to eighty-six old Xiali, which is the same as the ssc tuatara with a speed of 440km per hour on the straight standard racing track...

It’s nothing but a comparison, it’s abusive! The taillights of the car are thrown away can’t be seen.

"Everything takes thirty-five steps, let's go to the target and go ahead with the next game."

Mr. Zhang got off the war horse and blinked the beautiful pair of phoenix peach blossoms, looked at the Wu Jieyuan with a smile and said, "Stop!"

Three...thirty-five steps?! Just get on the target?!

The Wu Jieyuan people were blushing. This was not a slap in the face. This was simply holding your face and rubbing it on the gravel floor of the schoolyard!

I was willing to refute and curse, but the feather arrow that was firmly nailed to the target was suddenly blocked in my throat.

The ability of others is just hard, there is nothing to say?!

"I'm going to admit defeat!" The man who stood up and spoke just now stood up and the Vietnamese stood up in silence.

This man looked pretty. He was over six feet tall, and he was born with a tiger's back and a beehive's waist and his hands drooping over his knees.

The face is like a heavy date, bear's head, eagle's eyes, swallow's chin, tiger's beard!

The person has a bright eagle's eyes as bright as a candle, no matter who looks at him, he has to praise him: He is a hero!

But he saw him bowing to the bottom of his fists and saying sincerely to the handsome Mr. Zhang, "The general is better than me in riding and shooting, and he deserves my master!"

When the Wu Jieyuan saw that this man had surrendered, he seemed to be discouraged.

One and two of them were like eggplants that were furred by frost, and they held their fists and bowed to Mr. Zhang to accept the tent.

Mr. Zhang looked at the man with some fun, thinking that he was quite sensible.

I still sincerely admit defeat after losing, but I just didn't agree and wanted to compare the next item.

"Who is your last name?! Let's sign up for it."

As soon as Mr. Zhang finished speaking, before the man could speak, someone shouted out from Wu Jieyuan.

This is the first big gun rod in the big river in northern Hebei and southern Henan. It is the iron-armed Kunlun in all directions - Zhou Shou and Zhou Zijiang!

As soon as he said this, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but take a look more in surprise.

Oh ~ Damn! I didn’t realize that this kid actually has a huge name!

"General, don't listen to their noises. Zijiang is just a little familiar with the guns and sticks..."

But when he saw Zhou Shou, Zhou Zijiang blushed first, he bowed and said, "No one dares to be the first."

Now Mr. Zhang looked at him with a look that he was not as fake. He felt embarrassed and couldn't help but think.

Oh~! The young man is quite modest! Not bad, the young master admires you!

"Change the armor! You also came from the martial arts scholars and know how to wear it."

Mr. Zhang looked at Zhou Zijiang with a smile, thinking about giving him some face.

Zhou Zijiang nodded without saying a word and turned around to change the armor. The old soldiers and Xiong Lieshan had already sent piles of armor and long sticks.

Zhou Zijiang seems to be very famous this time, perhaps because the other Wu Jieyuan planned to let him try Mr. Zhang's abilities.

No one stopped him wearing armor, but silently surrounded the surroundings of the site surrounded by hemp ropes in the school grounds.

Zhou Zijiang quickly changed the armor, but when he turned around, he was surprised to see that Mr. Zhang had not changed his clothes.

But he was bored and pointed at the wooden poles on the side that were tied with cloth in the trial and said, "Please choose one!"

Zhou Zijiang's face suddenly turned red. This was simply a complete contempt!

After breathing slowly, Zhou Zijiang calmed himself down and walked to the edge of the wooden pole to pick up a wooden pole.

"Huh~!" He shook the pole suddenly, then nodded to Mr. Zhang.

The poles on this field have nearly twenty positions in length, thickness, and size.

At this time, the spear has developed from the Han Dynasty's halberds and spears to now, based on the material, spear head, purpose, etc.

In the official compilation of "The General of Wu Jing·Gui Tu" during the Northern Song Dynasty, guns were divided into "nine colors and eleven types".

When it developed into the Ming Dynasty, it was even more from eight to seven feet, one meter of power, six feet of double guns... and so on.

The one Zhou Zijiang chose now is a typical seven-foot flower gun, suitable for fighting alone or in the foot.

It was also at this time that everyone widened their eyes and watched Mr. Zhang walk straight towards the longest pole on the shelf in disbelief!

A big gun!

"Hu~Hu~!" He picked up the pole casually, and the handsome general who was pressing against the woman shook the pole a few times.

The martial arts Jie Yuans present suddenly widened their eyes and swallowed their saliva with difficulty.

Experts can tell if there is any one.

Mr. Zhang's big gun trembled, and immediately these Wu Jieyuan didn't say anything.

The pistol trembled obviously because it was hard work, and it had a body shape, and its strength advantage was also given as well as guidance from experts.
Chapter completed!