There was an ink mark between heaven and earth, thick and heavy like the most unruly Western Chu cursive, the last stroke under the movement of the pen.

The cold arrows lifted everything around them that could move with the wind, tearing a near-daylight trail, and the mud spots that were raging on the grass were the only thing that could be seen.

Because it's too fast, it's silent.

Because it is the most simple truth, the arrow target exploded, the arrow did not arrive, and the terrifying cyclone had already smashed the fragile wooden target halfway, and a majestic wave of air overlapped like a tide crashing on the shore in the blink of an eye.

Ropes of withered yellow grass poked out of the corners of the draft, shattering into silks.

The slightly wet autumn mood in the quiet swamp is scattered into flocculents.

The draft was nowhere to be found, and the arrow was destroyed in the mountain.

When all the smoke and dust fell to the ground, a series of difficult tailnotes quietly came.

No one noticed that the boy's arm was trembling slightly.

Many people imagined that this farce would end in a jaw-dropping way, but no one would have thought of such a reversal plot, which turned out to be able to shoot arrows without a bow.

You can stab someone to death without a gun, Yun Zhao looked at the stunned appearance of the people around him, and suddenly missed the wildflowers next to Feng Yi Road.

The arrow was not thrown at the target in front of it, but the outermost target was destroyed in an arc, so it was more like the end of the pen, which was somewhat unexpected but reasonable.

Xie Anshi's eyes fluctuated, an extremely difficult emotion to describe, the experience of birth gave him a kind of sick self-esteem, accustomed to being indifferent and away from the dust, in fact, he cared most about those gossip, such as the development at this time deviated from the expected trajectory again, and the most effective way to hide his frustration and panic was anger.

Xie Anshi slowly clenched his fists, he believed that his fists would be faster, and the last stubbornness might be cute, and of course the most likely bloody finale.

Then Xie Anshi flew out, but unfortunately it was upside down.

"You're in the way. ”

Jian Eleven unloaded his long sword and placed it next to the draft, with a wooden expression.

...

The lieutenant naturally knew about the legend about Yun Zhao, but like most people, he didn't fully believe it, and it was common for the Eastern Army to do three things and brag about the merits of the Eight Dou, at least it was difficult for him to figure out how the two knives were soaked in the blood of the Qianmu grassland.

But now the red mark on his face is more like a different meaning, from the slap of Chengping Boy.

The lieutenant, who was in the crisis of frustration in middle age, naturally ignored the embarrassed Xie Anshi, who knelt among the weeds and carefully patted the dead leaves off his shirt, as if he had forgotten everything that had happened before.

"Refining the body. The voice was a little hoarse, but it was very much like the verdict of the coffin.

Yun Zhao stopped, and began to bow his head and think about how to give Xie Anshi another verbal injury, he was already very good at this, especially after living in the courtyard for a long time, he became more and more familiar with this.

However, the first to react were the rest of the candidates, whether it was Yun Zhao's shameless confession at the Yaoxian banquet or the record of searching for the pulse from the Tiger Ben Military Town, many people knew that he was unable to practice.

The eight veins blocked him invisibly blocked a lot of solicitations, even including those of the military department, so the only thing that can explain the terrifying arrow throwing is the refining body that Xie Anshi said.

...

A story that wants to give up, a secret that everyone knows but can't tell, the refining of the military department and the temper of the Tang Emperor are the two most difficult things in the world to ponder.

This is the secret method of the military department, how did he learn the refining body?

Then another question comes up, why is he so powerful?

The invigilator's eyes lit up, and he whispered to his entourage before quickly leaving the examination room.

The confusion of the people in the grass did not affect Yun Zhao, he turned around slowly, ready to throw out an extremely pleasant sentence, he had thought about it for a long time, and believed that this passage would become the most chic node in his life.

With a domineering posture and a breezy tone, he even began to fantasize about how to meet people's shocks.

The lieutenant who was halfway through suddenly turned around, and Yun Zhao was about to adjust a free and easy posture.

But soon they heard a noise, an irritating noise.

Some resemble tendons about to burst, and with a squeaky trill, a thing reaches the extreme moan.

Everyone turned their heads to look at a forgotten corner, where stood a man with a bow and a full moon.

Jian Eleven has always been such a person, he is not used to attracting attention, without the slightest announcement and prelude, quietly coming, drifting away, but he grasps all the key nodes every moment, the red seal in the black and white ink painting.

It came into view very suddenly, so it took some time for people to see the more terrifying thing, that there were no arrows on the bowstring.

Doesn't shoot arrows and then loads arrows as a source.

Doesn't shoot arrows and then throws arrows without a bow.

Jian Eleven's expression was very focused, and he didn't care about the surprised gazes, as if he was carefully aiming at the arrow target, but Yun Zhao felt a sense of desolation in his heart, it turned out that he could shoot arrows without arrows.

Boom!

It seems to be a loud noise, but in fact it is countless smoke and dust.

The eleven swords have no arrows, and the arrows are full of arrows and cracks.

...

Yun Zhao, who finally got rid of being in the same place with Qianqin and was about to reach the peak of his life, was very painful, and the refreshing feeling of ecstasy was cut off by the waist, which was even more tragic than a bloody wound.

"You're stronger than you think. Sword Eleven stared into his eyes and said softly.

Yun Zhao was so annoyed that he opened his mouth and didn't make a sound.

Because he noticed that Jian Eleven was putting his sword back on his back, and he was tying the straw rope very hard, and the whitened finger bones were easily reminiscent of the arrow targets that had been shattered all over the mountain before.

can bend and stretch out Fang as a husband, Yun Zhao comforted herself.

This young man who was like herding sheep in the dry wood grassland, he was as well-behaved as a newborn lamb at the moment, and he honestly squatted beside Jian Eleven, watching the rest of the candidates sweat like rain in front of the draft, but he couldn't tell whether the sweat was flowing from his full blow, or the cold sweat that was startled by the previous monstrous formation.

The rest of the story is also a little twisty, at least Yun Zhao knows that Yuwentai only has the Broken Dust Realm, and gives himself some comfort, since he has no ability, then no one should dislike anyone.

However, in the end, the tendons and flesh of the body were not practiced in vain, and under the guidance of the strength foundation and source qi, Yuwentai's arrows hit the bull's-eye.

Then some candidates with outstanding performance appeared, and the Sword Eleven beside him all whispered some numbers, it is not difficult to speculate the reason, presumably those candidates are all people on the Hundred Refining List, and the numbers are naturally their ranking.

However, Yun Zhao suddenly felt that he had reported it to himself, as if he had seen through the feat he wanted to accomplish.

It seems to be affected by the earth-shattering momentum at the beginning of the assessment, even the talents on the Hundred Refining List have no interest in showing off their skills, which seems to be the depression of carrying a handful of flowers in their arms, but they didn't expect to break into a sea of flowers.

The little interest left was taken away by a withered old man, whose face was covered in old age spots to prove that he was not a young man.

The thin body can even be described as skinny and bone, and there is no emotion in the deep-set eye sockets, and no other physical features can be found except for the shriveled cheeks that flutter in the wind.

But the arrow he shot had no arc, it was flat and neat, and a straight line hit the bull's-eye.

Without the slightest tremor and deviation, as if entering a predetermined orbit, precise, precise, precise.

"Zhou Mi, the eighth in a hundred refinements. This time the voice next to him was a little louder.

"Really thoughtful. Yun Zhao replied thoughtfully.