Huangfu Tenghui's arrow is shot at a very high level. The arrow, deafening from the bowstring, slashed a cyan trajectory in mid-air, and then landed steadily on the red heart of the target.

An arrow was shot, and the whole house applauded.

The onlookers, whether they were sincere or not, applauded one after another.

Ye Junlin's eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not applaud. Huangfu Tenghui's archery skills are really good, but if you want him to applaud, it's still worse.

Under the aura of Huangfu Tenghui's 'magic arrow', the brilliance of Beitang's poetry and Liu Yiyi is a little dimmed.

After ten arrows, Huangfu Tenghui was triumphant, because he had shot a total of nine arrows out of ten arrows. Liu Yiyi shot seven arrows, and Beitang Shiyun shot six arrows. Girls, there is some resistance to this kind of fighting, killing, and killing.

Huangfu Tenghui put away his longbow and looked towards Ye Junlin, his right thumb stretched out heavily, and then reversed, making an extremely contemptuous movement.

Everyone's eyes were looking at Ye Junlin at this moment, and they were very curious about what this young man had offended the son of this 'Taiwei' family.

Beitang Shiyun is very simple, but it doesn't mean that she is stupid. Vaguely, she felt that Huangfu Tenghui's hostility towards Ye Junlin might come from her.

Regarding Huangfu Tenghui's contempt, Ye Junlin was not too moved, nor did he dare to speak wildly.

Because, he felt that he might not be able to defeat Huangfu Tenghui.

Looking at Ye Junlin's expression, Huangfu Tenghui thought that Ye Junlin was frightened by his 'magic arrow'. So, he was even more proud.

The turmoil caused by Huangfu Tenghui gradually subsided as the test progressed. The scholars who came to take the exam gradually threw themselves into the test and gradually forgot about it.

I have to say that Huangfu Tenghui's archery skills are really good. Because, the test has been going on for so long, and no one has ever surpassed his score.

The test continued, and in the blink of an eye, the '700' to '799' candidates came on.

Ye Junlin slowly closed his eyes, and his perception swam back and forth on the bodies of a hundred scholars.

Suddenly, Ye Junlin's eyes suddenly opened, and his gaze fell on a young man in black brocade. The young man was a burly man, but he was extremely fierce-looking, and the long scar on his face made him even more terrifying, and he held a hunting bow in his hand, the most ordinary kind. It's not a 'spiritual weapon', not even a 'mortal weapon'.

Ye Jun stared at him deadly, his eyes full of endless interest. For some reason, he always felt that this man was full of stories. And he is also a man with a story.

Sympathy.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the instructor in the prison gave an order, a hundred soldiers drew their bows and arrows and started shooting.

Ten arrows need to be shot within half a pillar of incense. This is really a difficult thing for those teenagers who are a little weaker and the delicate woman.

The young man with the scar on his face took a deep breath, then grabbed the arrow and shot it out like a meteor.

The arrows flew out at such a fast speed that they fell like dense raindrops.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

On the boxwood target, there was a hard collision sound.

Then, ten feathered arrows were neatly 'nailed' to the red heart of the target.

The audience was amazed.

Everyone, staring at the scarred young man, had a look of disbelief on their faces. Since Wei Ye, there have been three years in the college's 'archery' test, and no one has been able to hit the bull's-eye with all ten arrows.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Bang Bang!"

I don't know who took the lead in applauding first, and then the applause resounded like a tide.

The young man with the scar turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on Ye Junlin, and then he smiled slightly. The young man with the scar knew that the person who was the first to applaud was Ye Junlin.

On the other side of the shooting range, Huangfu Tenghui, who was showing off his achievements with Beitang Shiyun, instantly closed his mouth, because at this moment, his 'first place' throne had been snatched away by others.

In Huangfu Tenghui's eyes, it was as if there were two sharp arrows, which shot out in an instant.

"Another stinky dick!" Huangfu Tenghui scolded.

The shock brought by the young man with the scar lasted for a long time before it slowly subsided under the maintenance of the prison teaching.

"Next, please invite the candidates from '800' to '899' to play. Tsing Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted weakly.

Ye Junlin slung the longbow on his shoulder, met several contemptuous glances, and proudly walked to the archery field.

"Let's go!"

The words of the supervisor fell, and the candidates rushed to test shoot.

Ye Junlin didn't seem to be in a hurry, he saw him rubbing his longbow and closing his eyes, as if he was feeling something.

Huangfu Tenghui and his friends laughed out loud when they saw the situation.

The purple-clad gentleman laughed and said, "Stinky dick, aren't you pretty good just now?

In the face of such ridicule, Ye Junlin was still unmoved. His eyes were closed, but his perception stretched towards the target.

At this moment, in his mind, the arrow target has been deeply imprinted.

Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the position of the target.

The corners of Ye Junlin's mouth were filled with a knowing smile. The space ring on his hand flashed slightly, and then a black strip of cloth appeared on his hand.

The next moment, Ye Junlin made a jaw-dropping action: he held a black strip of cloth and blindfolded.

"Arrogance, really arrogance!" Huangfu Tenghui scolded: "Do you think that by blindfolding, you can cover up the fact that you are not good at archery? Let me tell you, this trick of yours is the rest of Lao Tzu and me!"

As soon as Huangfu Tenghui said this, everyone nodded lightly. They also thought that Ye Junlin's move was to find a step for himself.

Ye Junlin didn't defend anything, he slowly picked up the feather arrow and put it on the longbow.

The bow opens like the autumn moon in the sky, and the arrow goes like a meteor falling to the ground.

Ye Junlin's bowstring was pulled apart, and ten feather arrows were shot out in one go.

The moment the bow was drawn, a small lightning bolt lingered on the bow body.

Ten feathered arrows drew a thin line from mid-air, and then landed one by one on the red heart of the target.

All 10 in all!

Everyone, gasped again, the shock brought by Ye Junlin was definitely much more than that of the scarred youth.

On a smoky rock on the mountain behind the academy, an old man in purple stroked his beard and smiled softly: "What a boy who loves to play treasures." ”

"I like it, though"