Dream Space Training Ground.

As far as the eye can see, there are continuous mountains in the field of vision, it is an endless primitive landform, the hugging trees can be seen everywhere, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, you can hear the cicadas and birds, it is a quiet scenery.

But there was a cold evil qi like a stream of water, surging in such a quiet forest.

Ji Xin walked quietly and quickly through the forest.

His steps were brisk and silent, and he held a warbow in his hand, like a ghost lurking in the forest, his eyes sharp, and he occasionally drew his bow and shot it suddenly.

After the arrow breaks through the air, there will inevitably be an opponent who falls.

Silent death enveloped the forest.

Zhao Li's eyes were firmly fixed on the picture formed in the white space.

After the first day of grinding, another two days have passed.

Two days of intense training.

It is not Ji Xin's cultivation that is sharpened, but experience and mentality, and he sometimes feels that Ji Xin is like a weed pressed under a stone, falling down again and again, getting up again and again, and learning various skills with hunger and thirst.

Dodge skills, archery skills, and the use of psychological blind spots.

During the day, the mind and body are sharpened to an almost extreme extent.

Three days.

Train in your dreams, practice in the daytime.

Ji Xin has drawn his bow with all his strength more than 100,000 times.

That's a terrifying number.

As a direct result, Ji Xin's movements and demeanor now no longer look like an exiled prince at all, but like an old spicy hunter who grew up in the forest since he was a child.

This is the final test.

Zhao Li put a full five hundred people in this training ground.

It is the number of people who correspond to the spring hunting in the deer cutting city.

According to the time scale in the dream, a full five hours have passed, and now in this training ground, only Ji Xin and one other person are still alive.

Now, the two of them have been facing each other for more than a moment, every time they dodge, every time they shoot an arrow, it is like two cunning and ferocious beasts testing each other, testing each other's strength, testing each other's reaction speed, sharpening their minions, and preparing for the final fatal blow.

Ji Xin's shoulder was already injured.

He bandaged his wound with the medicine in the package, and his movements were skillful.

These techniques were also learned during this time.

Previously encountered a cunning and ferocious opponent like a wolf, just consumed him, but did not face him head-on, when Ji Xin won, his body was full of wounds, drenched in blood, but he also learned three techniques and methods of bandaging wounds, as well as methods to stop bleeding in wartime.

This is the last enemy.

Ji Xin thought silently in his heart.

He has beaten over 100 shooters.

At the beginning, he might have been thrilled by such a big victory, but now that he was able to maintain his peace of mind, his breathing slowed down, and even the speed of his heart beat slowly slowed down, and the tense tension subsided a lot.

He took a deep breath and silently counted the numbers in his mind.

One, two.

Three!

Stretch your bow and shoot your arrows.

Then he slammed into his feet and threw himself to the side!

The opponent also dodged out at the same time, Ji Xin avoided the first arrow, and the other party pulled the bow again, both of them were under such physical fitness, the most extreme bow opening speed, the tremor of the palm and bowstring, fast like an afterimage, Ji Xin's first arrow had been shot.

With a clang, the two arrows collided in the air, splattering with sparks.

The opponent's second arrow is shot down.

Ji Xin's right hand landed on the bowstring like lightning.

In such an extreme amount of time, draw the bow again.

His speed was half as fast as his opponent's third arrow, and the second arrow shot out at no less speed, piercing the throat of the last shooter, and his opponent's weapon fell and fell clutching his throat.

Ji Xin slammed into the ground, and the dust was filled.

His fingers were already bloody, and he gasped violently, his palms supporting his body, his eyes bright as fire.

Last opponent, out!

Won......

..................

Ji Xin slowly opened his eyes.

The morning light poured through the thin window paper and poured in from the openwork window.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm, which was white, but there were a lot of calluses, the position of the bow was still intact, and the wound in the dream was not brought out, but that memory still remained in his heart, little by little, he clenched his palm, felt a clear power, and whispered a word to himself.

Ji Xin got up calmly.

Aunt Tong withdrew the maids, pressed Ji Xin's shoulder, let him sit on the wooden chair in front of the bronze mirror, and combed his hair, her movements were very light, as if she was worried about hurting Ji Xin, Ji Xin closed her eyes, and her soft long black hair was combed little by little by the ivory comb soaked in water.

She gently bit the hosta with her teeth, combed the style of the scholar's hair for Ji Xin, and then tied it with the white hosta, the woman took a step back, looked at the young man reflected in the bronze mirror, and couldn't help but lose her mind.

Ji Xin is like his mother, with delicate and gentle eyebrows.

She has fair skin and a soft complexion.

He suffered a serious illness when he was young, and he almost didn't survive, because his body was weak, and sometimes he was mistaken for a girl by people who met him for the first time.

At that time, the king was not so far away from Ji Xin, so he would hug Ji Xin and laugh.

My children are so thin, but they don't look like a sword to survive.

The sound of footsteps woke Aunt Tong from her trance, and the maid gave Ji Xin's hunting suit, and then served Ji Xin to change into this dress, which was a pure white hunting suit, with narrow sleeves to facilitate the action of riding and shooting, and a square jade on the ink-colored belt.

The chest of the white hunting suit is tattooed with golden flames, and the flames dance, like a burning phoenix.

This is the symbol of the Heavenly Dry Kingdom.

Eight hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Ji clan led the elite iron cavalry from Qishan outside the imperial capital to rush out of the vast plain, and the direction pointed by the soldiers was invincible, even the gods and demons were trampled under the heavy horses' hooves, and behind them, the white battle flag was rolling, like a cloud falling from the sky, and the phoenix was embroidered with gold thread on it-

This is not auspicious.

It was an immortal bird that swept across the battlefield, flapping its wings above the corpses and bones of the dead.

It's just a pity that Tianqianguo didn't have such courage later, the position of Tianqianguo is in a rich place, and the royal family is gradually based on elegance. Ji's phoenix roared Qi Mountain, and then swept the four directions of the bravery, has been away from the world for 800 years.

Aunt Tong tidied up Ji Xin's clothes again, and said with some chatter, although it is a spring hunt, he must be careful, don't be reckless, when he encounters a beast or a wolf or something, stay away, he must protect himself, spring hunting martial arts or something, you can put it a little bit, you don't need to take it so seriously.

Ji Xin agreed one by one, pressed Tongle's hand and said with a smile:

"Aunt Tong, don't worry......"

"I'm going to protect myself. ”

"Well, no, how can people bully me? I'm more or less Your Highness. ”

At this time, an attendant ran over and whispered that Yu Jiang had come, Ji Xin asked the attendant to bring the general to the room, and finally coaxed Aunt Tong to relax and prepare snacks for him to eat on the road, so that Ji Xin was free and could go back to his house.

When he passed, he saw Yu Jiang sitting on a chair.

This young and famous genius is tired at the moment, and it seems that he has not rested for a long time.

His face was dusty, and his clothes were stained with debris of various spiritual materials.

The table was wrapped in brown cloth haphazardly, and there was a chill in the room, with the illusion of a faint dragon roaring, Yu Jiang saw Ji Xin, got up and took the initiative to salute, and then held the inconspicuous package with both hands, his voice was hoarse as smoke, but his eyes were burning like fire:

"Your Highness, I am glad that I have not been dishonored!"

Chapter 1.........

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