What is the layout of those four branches?

Wang Yun on the stage is in a dilemma of having no way to attack.

After two arrows, Wang Yun, who was puzzled by Zhao Xizi's ability, kept shooting arrows, and his brain was running at high speed.

He is analyzing how to solve the current situation, to be reasonable, although he has nothing to do with Zhao Xizi now, but on the scene he is pressing Zhao Xizi to fight, and the only way the other party can fight back is to control the four branches that can't catch up with him and keep stabbing around.

Huang Zhongling's branches and seas have broken through, how can they care about this?

Therefore, Wang Yun, who was quite invincible, didn't want to wait for the quiver to be empty and then helpless, so he had a brain teaser and thought of two ways to break the current situation.

The first is full firepower, which refers to arrows. One arrow after another, Zhao Xizi can control it, so what if the two arrows are fired at the same time? Or is the rate of fire faster? Wang Yun didn't believe that he could easily deal with it, but he couldn't grasp this point.

The second is still full firepower, this firepower is really firepower, Fire Spirit Recipe Fireball, but whether the firepower of full fire is enough, he is also skeptical. After all, his reserves are really running out, at most a few shots, and of course, if it is really a fireball in his face, it will definitely end the fight.

Here's an interesting question about reserves. Wang Yun is in the midst of blessings and does not know blessings, and his cognition of his own reserves is actually a collective neglect that leads to a misjudgment of his cognition. He only mastered the fireball yesterday, from the Fire Spirit Technique Training Office to the Zhixing Tower, and then to the night practice, he released several fireballs back and forth. Others didn't say it, and he didn't realize that his reserves were abnormal.

A normal first-grade fire spirit disciple, when mastering the fireball, it is normal to have three fireballs. Of course, as mentioned here, the premise is normal, and for a group of students in the state school palace, abnormality is their characteristic. Four and five fireballs are their starting point, and there are even twice as many ruthless people as ordinary spirit disciples and six fireballs.

However, Wang Yun, who has eight rounds a day, is really an exaggeration. You know, every fireball is generated by aura......

Everyone didn't mention it, it was because they didn't understand, only the students of the Fire Spirit Palace who had seen Wang Yun's fireball, and Wang Yun, who had just mastered it at that time, had two shots in succession.

After that, it was the Zhixing Tower, when the Zhixing Tower was released, Yuan Yinqing and they didn't know, so they couldn't Yuan Yinqing run over and say to Cao Jicong and Zhang Wenyu, "Pay attention, Wang Yun has already come twice, you will count later, when he is with you, he can come a few times." ”

Even if they said it, they didn't know that Wang Yun came three times by himself in the middle of the night, if it wasn't for the fact that his body really couldn't bear it, he would definitely come with a fourth shot.

Yes, don't doubt a gamer's obsession with the skill progress bar, in order to make the fireball of the spirit recipe table reach 100% progress as soon as possible, a few more shots, Wang Yun will insist on doing it every day. Besides, this matter is not wasted paper......

In short, to develop this situation, Wang Yun must pay something. Thinking in the battle is only a matter of a moment, Wang Yunxuan Zhao Xizi is to beat the other party, not to live in peace with the other party, since this is the case, he made up his mind and prepared to shoot the other party.

At this time, after controlling the deviation of the two arrows, Zhao Xizi's heart was very complicated, one was to finally show his ancestral talent in front of everyone, this sense of showing off was still very happy for the young man. The other point is the anger that Wang Yun had to expose.

"I said why did you come to the stage with a bow and arrow, it turns out that you really have a hand, but what can you do? How good is your bow and arrow? Can you shoot me?"

For such a strange request, Wang Yun, who had just made a choice, was very surprised, since his choice was consistent with the other party's request, such a harmonious thing must be carried out to the end.

Thereupon.

Brush, brush, brush, arrow after arrow, one arrow is faster than one arrow, the arrows in Wang Yun's quiver behind Wang Yun are rapidly decreasing, he does not stop, and the strength of his whole body is fully mobilized. He's waking up his body, trying to regain the feeling of being possessed by the Windranger months ago.

Brush, brush, brush, Zhao Xizi's gesture did not stop, in the face of the attacking arrows, the green muscles on the door of the head were exposed, and the ancestral talent was greatly opened, controlling the change of the arrow shaft and deviating the original flight trajectory.

In such extreme attacks and defenses, the two of them no longer cared about anything else, one body was rooted here, the lower body was firmly immovable, only the action of drawing arrows, taking the bow, pulling the string, and letting go was left, and the other body was also unmoved, swinging his wrist, constantly shaking back and forth, leading the arrow away.

Everyone in the audience has been dumbfounded, except for the battle between Zhang Moqi and Zhang Dazhuang, since the first ten battles began, the battles have really been exciting, and the fierce fight between Cao Jicong and Guang'er has made everyone excited, and now this battle is no less than the previous battle.

This battle completely shattered everyone's disdain for Wang Yun, because there were few people in the audience who dared to face Wang Yun at this moment, and no one had the confidence to face the arrows that were quickly connected into a line, how could there be disdain in the face of a person who could shoot himself into a hornet's nest.

Similarly, the more ruthless Wang Yun shot, the more it can bring out the horror of Zuyuan's talent, even if Zhao Xizi has been exposed, even if he has abandoned his usual demeanor, but everyone does not feel that he is embarrassed at the moment, on the contrary, every arrow that deviates from the trajectory is adding glory to his face.

One attack and one defense, spear and shield, at this moment, are all highlights.

"Grandpa, grandpa, come and see, the flower bones in my hands are blooming!" Ten years ago, in a quiet courtyard, a young man smiled, grabbed a begonia in his hand, and jumped to push the door in, and it was difficult to hide his happiness in the voice.

The style of the courtyard is simple and elegant, so that those who enter will subconsciously lower their voices, so as not to let their rudeness surprise the peace of this place.

Of course, teenagers are an exception.

In the corner of the courtyard, in the shade of a tree, there was an old man lying on a chaise longe.

The old man had gray hair, his face was wrinkled, and his skin was loose and lacklustre. His body was covered with a thick quilt, and his whole body was shrunk in the quilt.

The old man tilted his head and glanced at the young man who broke into the courtyard, and waved his hand, not feeling it.

The young man was suddenly listless, his original good mood disappeared without a trace, he pursed the corners of his mouth, turned his head and ran out of the courtyard, "Hmph, grandpa knows that lying down, it's like this every day, it's really boring." ”

The old man's face was not shocked, and he looked at the empty courtyard in a daze, but the wind brought up by the young man when he closed the door made the courtyard change slightly, especially the corners of the old man's mouth, which seemed to be wrinkled.

"Knock knock. An unhurried knock sounded at the door a short time later, and after waiting for half a salary, there was no more sound.

The old man shook his head slightly, and said, "Come in." Its voice rang out, and it was unusually hoarse.

"Father, Jin'er and his grandson have come to visit you. A middle-aged man, with a majestic appearance, contrasted sharply with the old man on the chaise longue, followed by the young man who had just broken into the place.

Looking closely, the corners of the eyes of the three people are slightly narrow, although they are different in age, but this obvious similarity makes the relationship between the three people clear at once.

"Father, please Haihan, Jin'er and Xizi have no intention of coming to disturb. There's just something that's going to happen and needs to be reported to you. Xizi had just been playing in the garden, and he happened to pick a begonia flower, and when he picked it, it was a begonia flower bone, and when he didn't have much in his hand, the flower bloomed. I saw this scene with my own eyes, and I took him to try many times, and it was all like this, so I came to ask my father if the situation of Xizi was ......."

The man walked to the old man's side, first saluted respectfully, and then stretched the quilt on the chaise longue, and stuffed the corners of the quilt that might leak into the wind.

The old man lifted the quilt violently, revealing the rickety body under the quilt, and his body shivered uncontrollably the moment the quilt was lifted. However, none of this affected the eagerness of his gaze and the excitement of his expression, "Really?"

After saying this, he instantly left the recliner, grabbed the young man's arms tightly, and stared at the blooming begonia flower in the young man's hand.

The boy was startled, and was about to shake off his hands that were hurting in the shoulders, but when he saw the man shaking his head, he forced himself to not move.

The young man could only nod his head in pain, and said busily: "Grandpa, it hurts, you scratched me." ”

The old man immediately let go of the young man, and his excited expression became a lot more serious when he turned to the man, "What you just said, but is it true?"

The man immediately nodded, "Father, let Xizi give you an example." With that, he took two steps, plucked a wild flower from the courtyard, and handed it to the old man.

The old man glanced at the wildflower in his hand, and at this time the flower was not blooming, but only in the state of the flower bones, and the white petals were tightly closed.

The old man who has been in this courtyard all the year round knows very well that the flowers in his hands are missing flowers, and it is too early to bloom, and it will take at least a few months for them to bloom.

Thinking of this, he handed the flower to the young man, and there was a hint of apprehension in his tone, "Do what you did before." ”

Although the young man did not have much contact with the old man who was called Grandpa in front of him, he was still smart enough to understand the weight of his grandfather, and he was eager to perform, so he mobilized the power in his body before.

Under the expectant gaze of the old man, the flower in the young man's hand slowly bloomed.