"In the center of the bull's-eye, Senior Brother Meng Shaofeng is really powerful!" many Qingyunmen disciples who gathered around the arrow field exclaimed in amazement.

Meng Shaofeng looked at Ye Kong provocatively, and said in a condescending tone: "Ye Kong, this is just an arrow I shot casually, if you have the ability, you can also shoot a bull's-eye to see!Haha, in my opinion, let alone the bull's-eye, even if you hit the target, it is enough to choke, admit defeat......

Before Meng Shaofeng could speak, he saw Ye Kong take a step back, his shoulders shaking, and his longbow in his hand.

Ye Kong took out a black gold arrow from the quiver behind him, pulled his bow and arrow, and the black gold arrow rushed out with a swish.

This action is like a flowing cloud, extremely fast but not at all agitated, natural.

"Khooth!"

A sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the black gold arrow shot by Ye Kong shot strongly at the tail of Meng Shaofeng's arrow, and forcefully smashed the arrow in half, and firmly nailed it to the center of the bull's-eye, which was not bad at all!

The smile on Meng Shaofeng's face suddenly stiffened on his face, and he looked at the sharp arrow on the arrow target in the distance, as well as the black gold arrow that was shattered under the arrow target, his face full of shock.

Luo Yunqing's eyes were bright, originally she thought that Ye Kong and Meng Shaofeng were competing in archery, which was simply death, but seeing Ye Kong's miraculous arrow, her impression of Ye Kong had changed a little.

Luo Yunqing also had some doubts in her heart, she knew that Ye Kong's martial soul was the sword of the sword at his waist, why was his archery skills so superb?

"Senior Brother Ye Kong is doing well!" Suddenly, many Qingyun Sect disciples on the arrow field shouted loudly.

These Qingyunmen disciples all didn't have an arrow martial soul but practiced the art of bows and arrows here, and when they saw Ye Kong splitting Meng Shaofeng's arrow in half with one arrow, they all felt raised their eyebrows, and couldn't help but applaud loudly.

Ye Kong looked at Meng Shaofeng indifferently, and said lightly: "You lost, did you slap yourself as a waste, or do you not want to admit it as a grandson?"

Meng Shaofeng's face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly: "Ye Kong, I didn't expect you to really have two hits." Even if you and I both hit the bullseye in the center, it can only be considered a tie, so what's there to be proud of?"

"It's true that it's all in the middle of the bull's-eye, but I have one step more range than yours. Even if it was just one step, I won. Ye Kong's words were still calm and light.

Many Qingyunmen disciples were all stunned, and now they understood why Ye Kong had just taken that step back, just to shorten the distance by one step, and deliberately defeated Meng Shaofeng with a slight advantage.

Meng Shaofeng breathed heavily, his face turned red, and he understood that Ye Kong was playing with him, so he shouted angrily: "Ye Kong, this time is just a warm-up, you are clever, this time it doesn't count!"

Luo Yunqing's eyes flashed with a look of disdain, and he was very disappointed in Meng Shaofeng.

Ye Kong's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Everyone's eyes are bright, you can see at a glance who wins and who loses, it seems that you have made up your mind to be a grandson?"

Meng Shaofeng's eyes swept coldly over the many disciples in the arrow field, and said coldly: "If any of you think I lost, stand up for me!"

Meng Shaofeng can also rank in the top ten among the inner disciples, and when he sees him anxiously at this time, no one dares to stand up.

Meng Shaofeng sneered: "Ye Kong, see it, everyone thinks that you are a trick, not better than me, to decide whether you win or lose, we have to compete again!"

Ye Kong glanced at Meng Shaofeng with disdain, nodded casually, and said, "It's better than that, anyway, you're playing tricks on your grandson, I don't mind letting you be a waste again." ”

"What kind of ability is it to shoot an arrow in 100 meters? This time, I will let you see what it means to have nine arrows!" Meng Shaofeng's eyes burst with murderous intent, he snorted coldly, glanced at the arrow target in the distance, and strode into the distance, not standing still until three hundred meters away.

Meng Shaofeng knew that he had been careless just now, so he was taken advantage of by Ye Kong and occupied the commanding heights of the truth, and this time he didn't dare to be careless at all.

He didn't know how strong Ye Kong's archery level was, and he planned to use the arrow rain storm of his Dacheng realm to ensure that he was undefeated.

Meng Shaofeng stood firmly, his face was calm, his breathing and his whole body strength were slightly adjusted, and after a while, he adjusted his state.

Meng Shaofeng held the dragon tongue bow tightly, quickly pulled out nine black gold arrows from his back, and put them on the dragon tongue bow together, and the bow pulled the full moon.

Suddenly, a blue-black arrow martial soul appeared behind Meng Shaofeng, which instantly split into nine, and submerged into the nine arrows that Meng Shaofeng pulled apart.

"Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh......"

Nine air-breaking sounds sounded in no particular order, and the nine sharp arrows instantly arrived in front of the target, all of which were firmly nailed to the bull's-eye.

Nine sharp arrows were shot at the same time at a distance of 300 meters, although none of the nine sharp arrows were nailed to the center of the bull's-eye, and it was not bad to be able to hit the bull's-eye.

Meng Shaofeng breathed a long sigh of relief, he was very satisfied with this time, he believed that this result was enough to beat Ye Kong.

"Ye Kong, it's your turn!" Meng Shaofeng looked at Ye Kong provocatively, and a look of pride appeared on his face again, as if he had defeated Ye Kong.

Ye Kong casually looked at the nine arrow targets in the distance, and said disdainfully: "I used the arrow martial spirit, and I didn't even hit the center of the bull's eye, what a fart! I won't give you any excuse to play this time!"

Ye Kong strode into the distance, and only stopped when he reached the target four hundred meters away.

At the peak of the fifth layer of martial arts, Ye Kong was able to hit the target within two hundred meters without using the arrow martial spirit.

Now that Ye Kong's cultivation has reached the middle of the seventh layer of martial arts, he can also hit the target within six hundred meters without using the arrow martial spirit.

For the sake of safety, Ye Kong did not hold it up, and walked a hundred meters more than Meng Shaofeng.

Seeing that Ye Kong actually wanted to shoot an arrow four hundred meters away, a sneer appeared at the corner of Meng Shaofeng's mouth, four hundred meters away, it was not easy to even see the arrow target, Ye Kong was shooting an arrow at this distance, it was simply looking for death.

Ye Kong held the dragon tongue bow tightly in his left hand, adjusted his breathing and strength according to the record of the arrow rain storm, quickly pulled out nine sharp arrows from his back, pulled the bow and arrows, and the bow pulled the full moon.

Nine sharp arrows shot out with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and they were firmly nailed to the center of the bullseye of the nine arrow targets four hundred meters away.

The arrow target shot by Ye Kong was the same as the arrow target shot by Meng Shaofeng, but the nine sharp arrows all hit the center of the bull's-eye!

Moreover, every sharp arrow shot by Ye Kong happened to be half an arrow, and it was stuck on the target right in the center of the sharp arrow.

As soon as everyone wanted to exclaim, they saw Ye Kong once again draw nine sharp arrows from the quiver behind his back and burst out again.

These nine sharp arrows were more urgent, and they were shooting at the hilt of the nine sharp arrows just now, pushing the previous arrow out of the target, and the nine sharp arrows fired the second time, just like just now, stuck on the target in the middle of the sharp arrow.

Nine sharp arrows, no less!