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This does not bode well.

Zhuo Zangfeng silently recited "Heaven's will forgets his heart", and soon his heart was calm.

The faint sound of the wind immediately sounded in his ears, and he saw a thick heaven and earth vitality in his eyes, and absorbed a wisp of cold iron on the feather arrow in his nasal cavity, and felt endless energy gushing out of his body.

For cultivators with a high realm, the sea of consciousness is a mirror, relying on the operation of divine consciousness, which can reflect all the small perceptions around them. It can also fly thousands of miles and perceive the wonder of all things, which is called a thousand miles of mirrors.

And Zhuo Zangfeng can't have such a clear perception, his sea of consciousness can only rely on the divine sense that can't travel far, and there is a slight perception and discrimination from above.

He exhaled softly, mobilizing the vitality in the sea of qi, automatically blocking those noisy voices from the sea of consciousness.

He didn't want to let these noises interfere with the peace of mind.

Tranquility is like water, and the mind is like water. Like a quiet vein of water.

People's eyes were focused on him, but the mood was different from when they looked at Zhang Jinxuan.

The examiners present, all the cultivators, including Chang Yuankai, the general of the Yulin who looked around and didn't pay much attention to the results of the archery, the noble women of the Zixiao Pavilion, and the many spectators outside the court, all had a feeling of contempt.

In the hearts of these people, the winner is divided.

No one can compare to Zhang Jin's crossbow in archery.

At this time, these spectators were not nervous, but just teenagers in the field with an indifferent attitude.

Zhuo Zangfeng gently pulled the bowstring and tested the hardness of the bowstring.

This small gesture made many people think that the teenager was too nervous, too cautious, and a sign of lack of confidence.

Ma Jianghan sighed softly, and in the face of such a powerful enemy, he expressed his understanding of the young man's cautious demeanor.

In fact, Zhuo Zangfeng was a little nervous, but he didn't have the slightest fear.

Pulling the bowstring is just a habitual action.

Zhang Jin's ten arrows hit the arrow target almost at the same time, which was not too difficult for Zhuo Zangfeng, and it was not difficult to arrange the feather arrows according to the even and odd targets.

This is similar to the archery technique used to trap the flower stamen spirit fox in the medicine mountain at that time.

But the difficulty is that the opponent can send five arrows at a time.

Zhuo Zangfeng tried once, and he shot four arrows at a time, which could ensure that the feather arrows would not deviate. Five arrows is a bit of a relief.

A magical archer like Zhang Jin's crossbow, facing a target that is not very far away, can no longer compete with the hit rate, what he fights is speed.

However, the opponent took five arrows at a time and fired his bow twice, which is ten arrows. If you have four arrows at a time, and you have two arrows left, you need to open your bow at least three times.

Archery is all from the same person, and in the case of little difference in skill, it will naturally take longer to open the string three times than twice.

In any case, shoot a different feather arrow.

Let those who look down on themselves and ridicule themselves, get out of the way and cool off!

Zhuo Zangfeng drove away the distracting thoughts in his heart, and slowly stepped forward, feeling the solid ground under his feet, and his legs were as steady as Mount Tai, ensuring that the bow and arrow would not deviate.

This seems to be an ordinary standing, but it has been practiced countless times.

Standing in the wind on the cliff, a young man with a bow waiting to shoot, a young man holding a bow in the scorching sun, a young man running wildly in the storm, a young man shooting three arrows in one step, and a young man buried in the snow and waiting for his prey.

Countless scorching suns, countless sleepless nights, countless sweats like rain, the results of perseverance will be verified here.

Zhuo Zangfeng stood with his bow in his hand, as steady as Mount Tai, and suddenly raised his head, and the four feathered arrows that had already been placed on the string were rapidly aimed at the sky.

The people outside the stadium were dumbfounded.

"This kid can shoot four arrows at once!"

"This boy pointed his bow and arrow at the void?"

"He's already thrown in the towel, which means giving up the Iron Man archery. ”

The national teacher and monk twisted, and the handsome Ye Mufeng looked slightly moved.

A crisp laugh came from Zixiao Tower.

A look of surprise suddenly rose in Zhang Jin's eyes.

There was nothing in the sky, not even the white clouds.

Could it be that he was so incompetent that he wanted to shoot the sun?

Zhuo Zangfeng greeted the sunlight in the sky, and Tian Qianfeng's "Nine Curves and Secluded" flashed in his mind, thinking about the route of the feather arrow, and pouring the vitality that the Nine Rank Martial Arts Realm could emit along his fingers onto the feather arrow.

When his fingers were full of strength, the bowstring and the fingers that controlled the string, as well as the four feathered arrows on the string, suddenly flashed with a golden light.

This is the reaction of the vitality in the sea of qi penetrating through the bow and the feather arrows.

It is a pity that only high-level cultivators can see this heresy. When Zhang Jin's crossbow shot out the arrow, he also had the same vitality reaction, but the vitality he emitted was white light.

There was no sound, and the bowstring bounced back and forth, three times in a row.

The first shot of four feathered arrows, the second time four feathered arrows, and the third time two feathered arrows.

Twelve feathered arrows flew in the air in equal order, almost at the same moment under the blue sky, and then traveled along a strange route.

The feather arrow didn't fly very high, and just when everyone was surprised, the feathers on the arrow suddenly opened, like a peacock opening the screen. Then the arrow suddenly turned a bend in the air, and then the feather retracted and opened again, nine times in a row, and nine times in a row.

The audience outside the venue raised their heads and couldn't help but exclaim.

Someone outside finally shouted out, "This is the method of cracking the 'Nine Songs through the Dark'!"

At this moment, all the people who thought that Zhuo Zangfeng had relied on the care of the sharpshooter general to break the "Nine Curves and Secrets" were tightly shut.

The rumors are self-defeating.

Yu Arrow turned nine bends along the original route, and then flew into the sky, and suddenly encountered the Tai Academy Star Master True Yuan Great Array, and immediately turned back.

"Poof!"

There was a loud sound, and all ten arrows hit the bull's-eye, and they quickly passed through the red hearts on the arrow target, and when they encountered the vitality of the four walls, they fell one after another.

Zhuo Zangfeng had already turned around at this time.

He shot the arrow into the air and never looked at it again. It was as if the arrows were his eyes, nose, ears, limbs, and entire body.

As long as his mind arrives, the arrows will never go wrong.

The arrow turned around in the air, and he steadily put away his bow and turned to walk to the examiner's front desk.

Before he could get to the examiner, the feather arrow had already completed its mission, and after hitting the bull's-eye, it fell to the ground.

Walking up to the white-haired examiner who was still looking at the bull's-eye, he put down the hardwood bow and said respectfully, "The student has finished archery, please give it a score." ”

Although his voice was soft, the Rite Examiner suddenly woke up, but it was like a thunderbolt in the air, and he took a step back in fright. There was an embarrassed look on his face.

How can this young man be like his arrows, giving people a sense of being elusive!

Ma Jianghan smiled and said softly: "This time Tian Fei will not be there, he first used the method of cracking the 'Nine Songs through the Shadow', and then borrowed the vitality of heaven and earth to counterattack and shoot at the arrow target, sure enough, the hero is young!"

Heavenly Master Ye Mufeng retracted his gaze, the route traveled by that arrow was still echoing in the sea of knowledge, and the great sword master in the "Four Divine Realms" was no less shocked than the panicked examiner of the Ministry of Rites.

Guozi Priest's face was expressionless, and Zhang Jinxuan's face was black and blue.

Cui Shuji, a layman in the Ministry of Rites, couldn't help but be overjoyed: "This arrow looks like a flower!

The national teacher monk glanced left and right a few times, and said, "Master Cui, you can score the candidates." (To be continued.) )