The battle on the shooting range has only just begun.

After Cao Rong glanced at Su Mo, he continued his second shot.

He closed his eyes and began to feel his surroundings, the wind, and the temperature. Leaving aside the flow of people around and the noise, the whole venue is left with itself.

Just as he felt that he had quieted down, he instantly opened his eyes, looked at the target, and shot an arrow.

This time, he's aiming for the Ten Rings.

He wanted Su Mo and Wang Chen to see who was the real king in the shooting range.

Shout~

All they heard was the sound of the off-string arrow piercing through the air.

Then I saw the target fall steadily.

"Ten Rings!"

"Wow, Ten Rings!"

"That's what I saw!"

"Sure enough, fifty meters is the world of bows and arrows after all!"

Call~!

Cao Rong exhaled a long breath, the arrow just now was indeed a bit exhausting, but the effect was still obvious.

Then he glanced at Su Mo meaningfully.

Awesome!

Su Mo couldn't help but sigh in admiration, after all, from his point of view, the ten rings were just a dot, and the comma was bigger than it.

Fortunately, the people here are extremely physically strong, including their own body, and there is nothing like myopia.

It's time for you to see what marksmanship is!

Su Mo was still in that lazy posture, holding a gun in one hand and putting his left hand in his pocket. But the pocket was inserted, and he was extremely angry with his thumb exposed.

The body is crooked to a certain extent, how to look at it, how to feel lazy.

Yang Li always felt that she should educate this kid.

"Su Mo, stand up for me!"

No way, that standing posture is too sassy, the key is that this is a serious game.

Su Mo directly ignored many noisy voices, and she didn't have ears at all, but Yang Li's sharp voice seemed to bless her terrifying strength.

But at this moment, Su Mo just shot.

The next moment, he stood upright, but the accuracy of this energy bullet was not good!

After Su Mo on the stage was frightened, he stood upright.

"Ten Rings!"

", groove, groove, it's all right!"

"Could it be that his head teacher shouted that bullet right in one breath?"

"What shit luck!"

The audience exploded instantly.

Su Mo, who was taken aback, directly shot ten rings.

The students watching here began to sigh at the unfairness of fate, thinking about what good things Fu Sumo had done in his previous life, and he was so lucky.

Yang Li blushed instantly, and was targeted by countless students.

Cao Rong couldn't help but glance at Yang Li, his brain was buzzing instantly, this, is it really destiny, no, this is the second comparison, and there are eight comparisons!

The force started from the ground, Cao Rong kicked the ground, stepped up, straightened his waist, stood up, and directly started the third archery.

"Eight Rings!"

Su Mo also adjusted his posture, he was afraid that if he lost, Yang Li would crush him to death.

So he still used the safest way, which was to straddle directly and hold the gun in both hands.

Bang –

"Nine Rings!"

"What, it's actually one more link than Cao Rong, it's impossible!"

"Is this still luck?"

Some people have begun to wonder if once is luck, twice is still luck, and then three times.

In an instant, everyone had a terrifying feeling, and before they knew it, the tail of the school's crane actually had such a strong strength.

"No, it's definitely luck, otherwise, how could the gun be so stable!"

"That's it, I don't believe it!"

The game went on.

Cao Rong Ten Rings, Ten Rings, Ten Rings, Eight Rings, Ten Rings, Ten Rings.

Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, nine rings, ten rings, nine rings.

Cao Rong's archery skills are indeed powerful, and several consecutive ten rings made the students on the spot shout and cheer.

But in an instant, Su Mo's gun decree everyone began to be silent, not saying a word, just staring at Su Mo's silver-white gun, and even a little trance after a long time.

"How is it possible, that kind of accuracy, is it a miracle!"

"This is really not something that can be explained hard, that touch of blue color may really be the color of miracles!"

The gorgeous pattern of the gun body is not very good, but the touch of blue is as bright as the starry sky.

Only Yang Li knows that it is not the color of miracles, it is the color of hope, the color of the future of thousands of spear warriors, and the color of the blue planet that truly wins freedom.

Only she knows that this is not luck, but technology, technology that can change the technology of thousands of gun warriors, and technology that can change the future of mankind.

Su Mo had to enter the Holy Land of Zhaodu, and even later represented Zhao Du in the Jiudu Holy War, so that the entire Huaxia could see this technique, and even the entire alliance.

If you can't get in this time, then you will try your best to help Su Mo enter, only by entering the holy land can you attract the attention of the top level of Zhao Du, and that kind of terrible technology can be implemented.

However, the Holy Land only helped him obtain certain resources, and the real stage was the Jiudu Holy War, once every three years, and there were still two and a half years to go.

What about the Jiudu Holy War, that's what...

Yang Li unconsciously remembered that when she was at that time, looking at the current Su Mo, he had just begun, and Wang Chen, he also had a great chance.

The melon-eating crowd that had disappeared around the stage reappeared, from the screams and shouts at the beginning to the sound of the needle landing now, and everyone was looking forward to the last shooting competition.

On the field, even the sound of breathing was deliberately chosen.

At this moment, Su Mo is one ring ahead, yes, only one ring.

But such an achievement is far beyond everyone's imagination, yes, I just think, no one dares to think about it like this.

Most people's thoughts should be that Cao Rong won the game very smoothly, and even only needed the first few times of the game to see the difference, but in the first few times, everyone can still say that Su Mo was lucky, but what about the back.

Wang Chen's eyes hadn't been closed for a long time, he had always stared at Su Mo's posture, from shooting to hitting, he couldn't imagine what kind of training he had gone through to have such a miraculous marksmanship.

His eyes became blood-red, but he was still reluctant to close them, Fu Sumo, this person, this gun, my Wang Chen recognized it!

Zhou Jing was just thinking about how to invite him to dinner and comfort him after Su Mo lost, but the plot did not follow her imagination at all.

She even wanted to cry a little, because she had witnessed Su Mo's efforts in the last few days, could it be that all the people in the academy had misunderstood him, he was actually so powerful all along, but he didn't bother to participate in the school's so-called ranking competition.

She was already thinking about the picture that Su Mo had been silently enduring all kinds of ridicule from the students, in fact, he had already detached himself, and he remembered that Su Mo had disappeared for a long time, did he still have a hard cultivation outside the academy!

An unknown master, Su Mo, who does not chase the image of a hermit master who is famous for fame and fortune, is imprinted in Zhou Jing's heart in this way.

But she really misunderstood Su Mo, Su Mo really didn't work hard before.

Cao Rong's breathing was not so steady, he was so nervous at the moment, and even his left foot began to tremble unconsciously, trembling uncontrollably.

Because he feels like he's going to lose!

There is only one last arrow left, but I am still one link behind!

Are you going to lose?

No, I'm not reconciled, how can I be willing, how can I lose, how can I lose!

Cao Rong's heart has been turbulent, and he can't calm down for a long time.