"Brother Zhao, will you come first, or will I come first?"

Seeing that it was their turn, Chu Wangqiu eagerly looked at Zhao Yu beside him.

Zhao Yu smiled dumbly, stretched out his hand and gestured forward:

"Brother Chu, please first!"

"Then you're welcome!"

Chu Wangqiu didn't twist, he walked out directly, and walked outside the red line five steps before the copper kettle.

The middle-aged scribe looked at Chu Wangqiu and handed him four arrows with a smile:

"Welcome this student to participate in the game, three arrows in four arrows, that is, a successful level, good luck!"

"Hmm!"

Chu Wangqiu nodded, took the arrow with his left hand and grabbed it.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Wangqiu adjusted his standing posture, then drew an arrow with his right hand and aimed at the copper kettle in front of him.

The next moment, Chu Wangqiu's right hand threw out.

"Bang dang!"

There was a metal slap, and the arrow bounced off the spout of the pot and fell to the ground.

"Hey ......"

Seeing that Chu Wangqiu's first arrow failed, a boo suddenly sounded all around, and the middle-aged scribe next to him was also smiling.

Chu Wangqiu ignored the sounds around him, and after the first arrow failed, his right hand drew another arrow from his left hand.

This time, Chu Wangqiu raised the arrow to his ear, the arrow was close to his ear, and he was holding a handsome face, staring at the mouth of the copper kettle.

After a while, with a 'bang', Chu Wangqiu's forearm holding the arrow was thrown out, and the arrow flew out close to his ear, and after flying through a parabola in the air, there was a 'bang', and it hit the copper kettle.

Following this arrow, without waiting for others to react, Chu Wangqiu used the same posture to throw the two remaining arrows in his hand one after another, and both of them hit the copper kettle.

"Good!"

When Chu Wangqiu's last arrow hit, the students around him suddenly applauded, and even Zhao Yu couldn't help but applaud Chu Wangqiu's wonderful performance.

At this time, Zhao Yu also understood that Chu Wangqiu's pitching skills were very superb, and the first arrow should have only missed when adapting to this pitching standard.

"Wonderful! Three times in a row, I didn't expect this student's pot throwing skills to be so superb, I don't know your Excellency's name? ”

The middle-aged scribe stroked his palm, looked at Chu Wangqiu in amazement, and couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"Don't dare! Under the surname Chu, fame autumn! ”

Chu Wangqiu tried his best to suppress his joy, his face showed humility, he bowed slightly to the middle-aged scribe, and then looked at the long table next to the ladder with great interest.

On the long table, there was a stack of rice paper for awards.

When the middle-aged scribe saw Chu Wangqiu's gaze, he smiled, walked over and took five pieces of rice paper and handed them to Chu Wangqiu:

"Congratulations to the Chu students for passing the first level and getting five pieces of rice paper, please go up to the second floor to participate in the next level!"

"Thank you! Wait a minute, I'll wait for my friend to go up with me! ”

Chu Wangqiu took the rice paper, thanked him, and came to Zhao Yu in front of him amid the envious eyes of the people around.

Looking at Chu Wangqiu who came over, Zhao Yu smacked his lips:

"Brother Chu, I didn't expect you to have such superb pot throwing skills?"

"I can't say it, I learned from my teacher, and my teacher is good at shooting!"

Chu Wangqiu shook his head humbly, but his face was full of smiles.

"I see!"

Zhao Yu was stunned.

Qiu Xueyan is good at shooting, so as his proud disciple, Chu Wangqiu must have obtained his true inheritance.

However, after Chu Wangqiu was happy, he had a serious face at this time, and whispered in Zhao Yu's ear:

"Brother Zhao, when you wait to throw the pot, stand with your feet together, which is conducive to balancing your body, in addition, raise the arrow close to your ears, fix the posture, and when throwing, use your wrists to ...... skillfully."

Zhao Yu was stunned when he heard the whisper in his ear.

However, after seeing that Chu Wangqiu was teaching him throwing skills, Zhao Yu listened with a light smile.

Waited patiently for Chu Wangqiu to finish speaking, and then Zhao Yu thanked him:

"Thank you Brother Chu for your advice!"

Putting down his hand, Zhao Yu walked to the front.

At this moment, the middle-aged scribe had already picked up the arrow and was looking at Zhao Yu.

After Zhao Yu came to the pot throwing field and stood outside the red line, the middle-aged scribe repeated with a smile:

"Welcome this student to participate in the game, three of the four arrows will be successful, good luck!"

Handing the arrow to Zhao Yu, the middle-aged scribe took a few steps back and looked at it with a smile.

Zhao Yu smiled innocently at the middle-aged scribe, and then grabbed four arrows in his left hand and shook them.

Immediately after, under the gaze of the surrounding people, Zhao Yu's right hand drew an arrow from his left hand, and looked at the copper kettle in front of him.

The next moment.

"Whoosh!"

"Boom!"

I heard a whistling sound in the air, and then a dull sound of metal.

The surrounding people subconsciously looked at the copper kettle, and saw that three trembling arrows were inserted into the spout of the copper kettle.

"Three arrows?"

Still in disbelief, the eyes around him blinked fiercely, confirmed again, and then suddenly looked at Zhao Yu.

I saw that the arrow on Zhao Yu's right hand was still there, but the three arrows held in his left hand were missing.

"This ...... Three arrows in unison? Or left-handed? ”

Everyone was still waiting to see the arrow on Zhao Yu's right hand throw, but they didn't know whether he threw his left hand or three arrows at the same time, which immediately made everyone stunned, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Even the middle-aged scribe next to him had a frozen smile on his face at the moment, and his eyes were stunned.

Suddenly, the pot throwing scene on this floor was quiet.

The anomaly on the first floor immediately attracted the attention of the students on several floors upstairs.

Most of the students upstairs were paying attention to the passage of several floors on the ladder, and did not notice the situation on the first floor.

"Hey! Brothers downstairs, what's going on on the first floor to throw the pot? ”

"Someone threw three arrows at the same time, and all of them hit!"

Someone on the first floor reacted and immediately responded by pulling his throat.

But when this voice went down, the entire upper and lower floors of Yueping Tower suddenly boiled:

"What? Three arrows in unison and all hits? Don't lie to me! ”

"Impossible! With a distance of five steps and a two-inch spout, who can hit three arrows at once? ”

"Don't fool us into talking nonsense without seeing it!"

The whole Yueping floor was in a boil, and all the students immediately stood up from the table, grabbed the railing, looked at the first floor, and looked at Zhao Yu outside the red line of the pot throwing field.

Looking up, I saw that outside the barricade of the floor above, layers of heads poked out, which was very spectacular.

The person who responded before saw that he was questioned by so many people, and he was immediately unconvinced, and shouted at the top of his head:

"Three arrows hit at the same time, it's true! If you don't believe me, you can ask the host of the pitcher! ”

"Really?"

There was a sound of doubt, and countless eyes looked at the middle-aged scribe on the pitching field.

The middle-aged scribe had already come back to his senses at this moment, and in the face of so many eyes, he nodded with a wry smile:

"Indeed!"

"Really! It turned out to be true! How did he do it? ”

The voice of doubt turned into an exclamation, and when countless eyes looked at Zhao Yu again, they were all incredulous.

However, he didn't let these people wait for a long time, the middle-aged scribe had already asked for everyone at this time, and he walked to Zhao Yu's side and said in surprise:

"I don't know this student's name? Can you tell us how to do it with three arrows? ”

"Call Zhao Yu next!"

Zhao Yu turned to look at the middle-aged scribe, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly:

"I'm not good at throwing pots, and I'm not sure of such a long distance, so I want to gamble and throw three arrows at the same time! If you don't win, that's it; But if you win, then you can directly hit three arrows, and you can pass the level once! ”

"Luck?"

Hearing Zhao Yu's explanation, looking at Zhao Yu's humble appearance, everyone was stunned.

But then, everyone pouted in disinterest and returned to their seats.

Relying on shit to get hit, it's really nothing to look at, even if Zhao Yuqi hits three arrows or four arrows, no one will look up to him.

After all, luck is not reliable, it is not a real skill, and no one will admire it.

Suddenly, a group of students who were originally curious about Zhao Yu no longer paid attention to him.

Of course, because of Zhao Yuqi's three arrows and his explanation, there were still two places upstairs looking at him deeply.