The ancient barren mountains are vast and boundless, the mountains stretch into the distance, the ancient trees cover the sky, the dead vines hang the curtains, the barren grass grows, the sound of birds and beasts roars one after another, permeated with a kind of wild and long-lasting atmosphere.

It is said that in the depths of the ancient barren mountain range, there are fierce beasts that even the elders of Qingyunmen dare not provoke, and they do not go out.

Ye Kong walked alone in the mountains and forests, carrying a longbow on his shoulder and a quiver on his back, and marched quickly among the jungles.

After half an hour, Ye Kong could no longer see other experienced people, he did not rush into the ancient barren mountain range to hunt fierce beasts, but stopped in a dense forest, ready to familiarize himself with this set of bows and arrows.

Ye Kong's martial soul is a cold and pitch-black arrow martial soul, and he has a very strong talent in bows and arrows, and Chaos Qinglian makes his facial features and six senses far beyond ordinary people, giving him an advantage in archery.

Even if you have an arrow martial spirit, if you want to improve your archery skills, you must continue to practice.

Ye Kong chose a big tree, carved a cross mark, withdrew a hundred meters away, and stared at the mark.

Suddenly, the chaotic green lotus in Ye Kongmei's heart swayed gently, and the big tree in the distance appeared in his field of vision very clearly, and every subtle texture was clear and delicate!

Ye Kong showed a look of surprise on his face, when his attention was focused on his eyes, Chaos Qinglian was able to increase his eyesight countless times!

Ye Kong tried the limit of his eyesight and found that it was enough to see the texture of the leaves thousands of kilometers away!

Ye Kong tried to gather his ears and found that his hearing had become countless times stronger. The sound of insects and ants crawling under the blades of grass, the sound of grass growing, the sound of birds breathing on the branches, and so on, all appeared in Ye Kong's ears very clearly.

After some attempts, Ye Kong could already determine that when he concentrated his energy on any of his five senses and six senses, his feeling would be infinitely magnified.

Chaotic Qinglian, giving birth to all things, this ability is indeed against the sky!

Ye Kong smiled slightly, calmed his mind, pulled his bow and arrows, and the bow pulled the full moon.

"Whoosh!"

With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the black arrow came out of the string and nailed it firmly to the big tree, trembling slightly.

Ye Kongji looked at it and found that although the sharp arrow he shot hit the big tree, it was only half a foot away from the center of his mark.

For the first time in archery, this kind of result is not bad, but Ye Kong secretly shook his head, not satisfied with this kind of result.

A qualified archer must be able to separate well before he can kill with one arrow!

Ye Kong took a deep breath, his gaze fell on the mark in the distance again, the arrow martial soul in his eyebrows trembled slightly, and his breathing and movements were slightly adjusted.

Bend the bow and set the arrow.

"Whoosh!"

The black arrow burst out and nailed straight to the trunk of a tree a hundred meters away, a fist away from the cross.

After using the Arrow Martial Spirit, Ye Kong clearly felt that the speed and strength of the sharp arrow shot had become much stronger, and the sharp arrow had sunk deeper into the trunk of the tree.

Archery is not as simple as imagined, the size of the wind, the length of the distance, the strength of the bow and arrow, etc., can all affect the final accuracy.

Ye Kong has an arrow martial soul and has a talent that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve in archery, but if he wants to achieve a hundred shots, he must practice for a long time.

Ye Kong selected ten black arrows for practice, his mind was completely immersed in archery, one after another sharp arrows came out of the string, ten sharp arrows were shot, taken out and shot again, and the arrows shot were getting closer and closer to the cross mark.

Whenever Ye Kong was tired, Ye Kong used Changchun Gong to absorb the aura of heaven and earth and nourish his whole body.

After the recovery, Ye Kong warmed up by practicing Vajra again, and then continued to shoot.

Eat some dry food when you're hungry, drink some stream water when you're thirsty, and rest on the trees at night, Ye Kong was the king of special forces in his previous life, and he has a lot of experience in jungle life, but these things can't help him.

Three days later, Ye Kong shot tens of thousands of sharp arrows, and the ten sharp arrows used for practice had long since lost their sharpness, and Ye Kong's shooting ability had also made a qualitative leap.

At a distance of 100 meters, every arrow can be shot into the center of the cross mark, and the arrow will not miss a shot! Within 200 meters, the error will not exceed one fist!

This still refers to the fact that if the arrow martial soul is used, within 100 meters, the black mang arrow can penetrate the wood!

In the past few days, Ye Kong has been interspersed with the cultivation of Vajra Fist, and the attainment of Vajra Fist has also improved a little, and he has opened up one hundred and eighty-eight acupuncture points in his body, and the progress is not fast.

This is mainly because Ye Kong's nutrition can't keep up, and eating dry food and drinking stream water every day is not enough to support his physical cultivation.

Ye Kong did not discard the ten black arrows that had been blunt, but pressed them at the bottom of the quiver, in case the remaining twenty sharp arrows were used up, these blunt arrows could also play some role, and they were prepared.

Ye Kong smeared all the black mang arrows with venom, carried the quiver on his back, carried the longbow on his shoulder, and strode towards the depths of the Ancient Barren Mountain Range.

With keen facial features and six senses, rich experience in the jungle, and archery skills, Ye Kong is now a well-deserved king of the jungle!

After turning over a few mountain peaks, Ye Kong faintly stopped a vague beast roar, quickly stopped, and leaned in the direction where the sound came from under the cover of big trees.

Through the sparse branches and leaves, Ye Kong saw a sturdy bison covered with a long mane not far away, grinding two sharp horns on its head on a large tree, and the horns were glowing in the dappled sunlight.

"Black-horned Bull!" Ye Kong recognized the origin of the black bull.

The black-horned bull, a first-class fierce beast, is comparable to the martial arts cultivation in the early stage of the martial artist, the whole body is covered with a thick mane, the knife and gun are invulnerable, the horns are as sharp as knives, and the weaknesses are in the eyes, ears and chrysanthemums.

Ye Kong probed the movements around him, and after making sure that there was no other danger, he approached within 100 meters of the black-horned bull, took his bow and arrows, and aimed at the black-horned bull.

The black-horned bull suddenly stopped grinding its horns, as if sensing a hint of danger, and turned its head to look in the direction where Ye Kong was.

"Whoosh!"

A black bolt came at him, and the black bolt pierced through the left eye of the blackhorn bull with a sharp cracking sound, and then pierced through its head again, carrying a puff of red-white liquid.

The blackhorned bull fell to the ground with a series of miserable howls coming out of his mouth, and he twitched and struggled for a moment before he gradually subsided, and finally there was no sound.

Ye Kong stepped forward, pulled out the Qingfeng sword at his waist, and dug out a beast core the size of a jujube core from the head of the black-horned mad bull.