Ye Fan didn't even see how Zhao Feiyang bent his bow and shot an arrow, and what he shot.

There is no need for this!

No matter how powerful Zhao Feiyang is, at best, he is just a genius young man in the Zhao family of Luyang Mansion. His mid-level bow skill "Hundred Steps to Piercing the Yang Arrow" points 71 points, which means that Zhao Feiyang's proficiency in arrows has only reached the seventh level of "Perfection".

Compared with the tenth realm of "turning decay into magic" martial arts recorded in the divine book "Shang" there is no comparison at all.

Ye Fan closed his eyes and completely relaxed every inch of his muscles.

The moment after Zhao Feiyang finished shooting.

Ye Fan took a deep breath and finally opened his eyes, revealing his dark and bright pupils.

"Activate the 'Martial God of Martial Arts!' - Basic Arrow Skill!"

Ye Fan thought silently in his heart, staring at the divine arm bow in his hand with both pupils, pulling the bowstring.

Before this, everyone's attention was originally on Zhao Feiyang, and they were talking loudly praising Zhao Feiyang's superb archery skills with five-eyed beads.

But the moment Ye Fan pulled the bow of the divine arm, Ye Fan suddenly seemed to have a magical and mysterious attraction, just like a peerless archer. Once he held the bow and arrow in his hand, he could look down on the arrow warriors in the world.

The noisy crowd in the hall looked stunned and turned their heads to look at Ye Fan.

At this moment, their shocked eyes could no longer be removed.

Ye Fan's hands holding the bow became extremely firm, with an extremely quiet and deep gaze, looking dozens of feet in front of the hall.

Even if the sky collapsed and the earth broke, it could not shake his attention at all.

This focus is moving.

In the hall, there was a silence in an instant, becoming extremely quiet.

Everyone was immersed in it. Even the person who used to mock and disdain, they were now holding their breath and staring at Ye Fan's every subtle movement.

"This. The terrible power of concentration!"

Mu Fengshan's eyes were filled with divine light and his heart was shocked.

Ye Fan had not shot the arrow yet, but he gave people an unimaginable sense of certainty. It seemed that no matter how he shot, the arrow was destined to hit the target he wanted.

This is a kind of god-level mental control!

This poor boy was indeed not an ordinary person who could win the first place in the martial arts category.

At the Martial Arts and Taoist celebration banquet in Luyang Mansion every year, what everyone really expects is the best performance that can be the top of the martial arts and Taoist rankings.

The top spot is the protagonist of this night banquet.

Tonight's night banquet seems no exception.

Ye Fan opened his arms and pulled the arch of the divine arm horizontally. A sharp edge of eagle flashed through his pupils, and suddenly shot an arrow.

"blow!"

The guests' pupils suddenly shrank, their breathing was stagnant, and their spirits became tense, and their eyes were moving closely with the arrow.

The arrow flew through the air in the hall.

"Boom!"

It was nailed tightly on a beam and pillar of the hall in the corner of Ye Fan's hall more than ten feet away.

The guests widened their eyes, trying to see what Ye Fan had ejaculated.

But there is nothing above the beams and pillars.

The hall was silent for a moment.

"this!"

"What's going on?"

"Ye Fan's arrow is very powerful, but he didn't shoot anything?"

The guests looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Ye Fan's arrow was too powerful, so they didn't dare to question it.

But, what if you don’t shoot something, what can you do if you have a strong light aura?

The Zhao family was stunned for a while, slapped the table hard, laughing wildly, and burst into tears: "This~, what kind of garbage arrow skills is this? This is the superb arrow skills of the No. 10th College of Luyang Prefecture Joint Examination, the top candidate in the martial arts department?"

He was completely at ease now. Ye Fan was embarrassed at such an important night banquet, and his assessment results would definitely be unanimously rejected by the deans.

Zhao Feiyang beat Ye Fan and naturally became the top of the martial arts category.

"Ha ha!"

"That's right, where did this come from the simplified people!"

"I'm convinced!"

"What is the best martial arts department, what is the god-level realm of the "Basic Three"? It's exaggerating! If he is so powerful, I can get the first place in the Canglan Kingdom Palace Examination."

"I don't know what clumsy methods he used to beat the candidates in the exam room!"

The Zhao clan elder laughed loudly, and some young warriors almost laughed down on the table with laughter.

The director of Nanchen Martial Arts Academy was so ashamed that he dared not see others. He felt embarrassed that such a clumsy martial artist had appeared in Nanchen Martial Arts Academy.

"Brother Ye, Cheng Cheng Ren!"

Zhao Feiyang glanced at the arrow on the beam and pillar, smiled faintly, and bowed to Ye Fanyi.

Then, he retreated to his seat, picked up a cup and drank a sip of fragrant wine, and never looked at Ye Fan again.

His heart was filled with contempt and disdain.

How can you be his opponent like this?

Zhao Feiyang has not yet fallen to this point.

As for taking back the top of the martial arts department of the Tenth Academy Joint Examination, the elders of the Zhao clan negotiated with the court.

I believe that Mr. Mu also saw Ye Fan’s real skills with his own eyes and knew who should be the top of the real martial arts department.

After Ye Fan shot an arrow, he put the Divine Arm Bow back to the original place of the weapon frame and bowed to the old dean of Mu Fengshan, "The disciple has finished competing! I still have to work hard, so I will leave first!"

The ridicule of everyone did not make Ye Fan feel embarrassed.

This simple archery competition is a bit too bullying Zhao Feiyang, the direct descendant of the Zhao family. Ye Fan doesn't want to waste time at this night banquet.

This is his second time to start the "Martial God Martial Arts" today. The morning assessment has seriously consumed his mental and physical strength, and this time in the evening it directly consumed a lot of qi and blood power in his body.

After shooting an arrow, his face was completely pale and bloodless, and he just wanted to go back and rest early.

Afterwards, Ye Fan finished speaking and prepared to turn around and leave.

How could the Zhao clan elder let Ye Fan leave this night banquet so easily?

It would be boring if you don’t humiliate this “first place in the pseudo-martial arts category”.

He took a sip of the tea and sneered indifferently: "Wait! I haven't invited Mr. Mu and all the elders to taste your and Feiyang's arrow skills yet, why bother rushing to leave!"

"Not bad! We have a doubt in our hearts, why do you want to shoot these three-foot-sized beams and pillars? Do these beams and pillars have a grudge against you?!"

"The other person Zhao Feiyang has five eyes and shot five red wax wicks. What are you shooting?"

Suddenly, some people from Zhao laughed and laughed.

Ye Fan stood in the hall and looked back at the people of the Zhao family. He couldn't help but feel angry. It seemed that the Zhao family always kept not seeing the coffin and did not shed tears, and insisted on forcing himself to humiliate them in public.

He looked up at the falling arrow on the beam of his room.

"Zhao Feiyang's arrow shot out ten feet, and the final target was 'in the center of the screen'.

But in fact, it is about an inch away from the center.

Pulling the bow depends on the control of arm strength.

Your bow and arrow are so biased, because your arm strength is insufficient, so I speculate that your "Basic Boxing" should be practiced to the fifth level and stop.

In fact, if you can practice "Basic Boxing" to more than seventh level, the bows and arrows you shoot will not deviate as much as an inch within just a hundred steps."

Ye Fan said calmly.

Suddenly, the eyes of the guests in the hall looked at the three-meter-sized landscape painting screen directly in front of the hall.

Zhao Feiyang's arrow was indeed a slight inch away from the center of the screen.

Compared with a three-meter-sized screen, this deviation of just one inch is simply insignificant.

This is only a short distance. If Ye Fan didn't say it, almost no one would pay attention to it.

But when Ye Fan said this, everyone suddenly felt that the difference between the 100% became very eye-catching.

This also means that Ye Fan's eyesight and insight have reached a very terrible state. He can find a tiny detail that is so small that it is not noticeable in the huge hall.

They were frightened by Ye Fan's terrifying insight for the first time.

Only then did the guests realize that Zhao Feiyang's arrow skills seemed not as good as before.

Zhao Feiyang's eyes were dull, and the cup in his hand slid down, "Clang!" fell to the ground.
To be continued...