When Fang Hai pulled her sleeve and called her back to the martial arts field, it brought her distracted heart back to reality.

Yun Da raised his hand and handed the prepared bow and arrow to Zi Ye, leaned sideways and whispered in his ear, "You have thought about it...... If you can't get over this hurdle, you won't have a chance to be under my hands......"

Ziye took the bow and arrow carelessly, and raised her eyebrows lightly: "Don't worry, in order to be **** by you, I will work hard to ......"

Her eyes looked at Ion Xuan in the distance, this person was already sitting with the Zi family father and son at this time, and was smiling and talking about something.

Zi Ye's heart couldn't help but be a little sour, looking at that appearance, the old man was more affectionate to him than to himself.

Even the old man of the Shao family, who had already arrived, smiled at this ion Xuan, and the folds of the old face bloomed.

Of course, the two brothers of the Shao family didn't seem to be very interested in him, and looked at him with a little coldness and disdain.

Seeing that someone was on the same side as herself, Ziye's heart was a little more comfortable,

Yun Da patted her shoulder heavily and pointed into the distance: "See the ten arrow targets there...... What to do, you know for yourself......"

Fang Hai handed the reins of the horse to Zi Ye and whispered, "Be careful not to cross the border, otherwise you will be judged invalid......."

Zi Ye nodded heavily, turned over on his horse, and after giving him a confident smile, he let out a low cry and rode out.

A few people in the stands who were talking and laughing stopped talking abruptly, and everyone's eyes unconsciously looked at the purple night galloping on the martial arts field.

In front of her was a thick white horizontal line, beyond which the rider had to cross his horse's tongue, which required not only archery skill but also a minimum of skill.

Just as Zi Ye was about to hit the horizontal line, she suddenly pulled the reins, turned the horse's head impressively, clamped the horse's belly with her legs, drew the arrow with her backhand and took the bow, and shot the long arrow in her hand in a dashing manner.

"Toot ......"

Right in the bull's-eye.

"Wow......" Someone in the crowd of onlookers whispered: "Good ......"

"Good what? It's just one, just a coincidence...... If you have the ability, arrows are bull's-eye......"

", you arrows...... After practicing for three or five years, I dare not say that arrows and arrows are bullseye......"

Zi Ye didn't seem to be affected at all, his eyes looked at the arrow target in the distance without shock, and he galloped on his horse, drawing arrows with his backhand and shooting them out, as smooth as flowing water.

"Dut...... Honk...... Toot ......"

A series of long arrows landed on the bullseye with great accuracy, so that the people around them no longer sighed.

On the target in the distance, ten long arrows hit the bull's-eye with accurate and powerful precision, and their trembling tails swayed in the wind and on everyone's hearts.

If you say that one arrow hits the target, it is a coincidence at that time, two arrows hit the target, then luck, three arrows hit the target, and skill at that time, but these ten arrows hit the target, which is equivalent to strength.

When everyone was looking at the purple night returning from the field, a voice suddenly sounded in their hearts.

Is this the young master in the legend of the Purple Family?

Is this the mud that is said to be unable to hold up the wall?

Is this the second ancestor who eats and waits for death to be annoying?

The hearts of all the people cried out in unison: God, please also make me such a wretch.

Such a sludge, such a second ancestor, who doesn't want to be a .......

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