The Great Tang: World Martial God

The shooting course has come to an end, and those who fail the election leave the field in anguish, while those who have advanced are filled with joy, sitting on the school court waiting for the next game.

Seeing Tang Hao slowly coming from the shooting range, Zhang Wu's heart moved.

"Is this kid planning to humiliate me?"

At the moment, my heart felt cold, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, staring at Tang Hao who was gradually approaching and said.

"Boy, don't be proud, what's the meaning of this static target, what's next is my strength, you kid..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Tang Hao passing by his side, walking straight behind him, and hanging Zhang Wu in the air again.

Zhang Wuqi's face was green, and he sat down angrily.

"Brother Tang, good arrow technique."

Tang Hao walked straight behind Zhang Wu, and the young king in white took the initiative to greet Tang Hao.

Tang Hao was going to say hello to Li Jing and looked at the boy in front of him.

Recalling that on the way here, I heard Song Ruoxin talk about the deeds of the contestants.

In this dynasty that respects blood, even the contestants are no exception.

Born in a poor family of three, a family of seven nobles.

Among them was Wang Fengbai, who was the same age as her and always wore a white dress. He began archery training at the age of fifteen. At the age of eighteen, he participated in martial arts for the first time. The last defeat was utterly defeated and eventually lost.

But a set of commoner, clean and tidy clothes left a deep impression on everyone at that time.

Tang Hao looked at the young man in front of him, but guessed seven or eight things in his heart.

"Xiongtai is not Wang Fengbai?"

The white-clothed boy was slightly surprised, arched his hands and said.

"It's under."

At the same time, the two people who were born in a poor family had a sense of affinity inexplicably, and they started talking.

It happened that Wang Fengbai had no friends in the city of Chang'an, and the two had a very happy chat.

At this time, the grass target on the shooting range has been removed, and the busy soldiers began to prepare the subjects for the second competition.

Ride and shoot!

This shooting is much more difficult than the first fixed-point shooting.

At a distance of fifty steps from the bullseye, the best position can be found for aiming, and the final result is still eliminated by counting the number of rings.

Although the distance has been reduced, it is after all shooting arrows on the bumpy horseback. This not only tests the archery accuracy of each participant, but also tests the horsemanship.

There are only three arrows in this competition. If the arrows are dropped on horseback, zero points will be recorded in the score.

Everything is ready.

"Boom"

The sound of the gong sounded, and the candidates stood up one after another.

The examiner began to roll the names, this time a group of ten people will enter the venue one by one.

Zhang Wu was placed in the first group, while Tang Hao was placed in the last group.

"Start."

Give an order.

Zhang Wu leaped up and sat firmly on the horse's back, holding a yellow birch bow, and straddling his healthy horse from the entrance into the shooting range.

A sharp arrow rested neatly on the bowstring.

"Swish"

There was a sound of breaking through the air.

The arrow is like a shooting star, steadily inserted above the red heart.

"Ten Rings!"

Someone from the stands exclaimed.

With this exclamation, everyone in the stands cheered.

The examiner looked at the galloping figure on the field, smiling at Duan Zhixuan Dao.

"Sure enough, he is a young talent, born in a martial arts family, this archery is really true."

Duan Zhixuan also looked at Zhang Wu, showing a trace of relief in his eyes.

Seeing the horse galloping by on the field, the second bull's-eye is gradually approaching.

Zhang Wu stretched out his hand and took out an arrow from the quiver behind him, bending the bow to shoot the arrow.

A trot shot out the remaining two arrows.

But not like the first arrow, one hit the 9th ring and the other hit the 8th ring.

Even so, it is not easy. It is not easy to determine the bull's eye with the bumps on the horse's back, let alone in a galloping situation.

Seeing this result, everyone cheered.

"No loss is the number one young talent in the army, Young Master Zhang is good at archery!"

"Young Master Zhang's results are good this time, I guess he won the first place."

"Isn't it, it's already amazing to be able to shoot, this number of rings is really not easy!"

Tang Hao's mind was not on these cheers at this time, he stared at the direction of the bead curtain seat.

Vaguely you can see the figure of a young girl sitting dignified and elegantly inside the bead curtain.

"I don't know who is sitting here, it must be someone in the palace."

"It is thanks to this man that I entered the arena smoothly."

While being distracted, Zhang Wu had already rode by his side, with a smug look on his face and raised his eyebrows.

"Boy, can you see it clearly? This time it's a riding shooter trained on the battlefield."

Zhang Wu dared to say this because he knew in his heart that the price of a good horse was hundreds of times more expensive than a bow. Tang Hao had said that he was good archery by touching the bow.

But this Baoju is definitely something that a poor family can't bear, even Baoju, who came to the school, was a gift from Song Ruoxin not long ago.

In such a short period of time, he definitely wouldn't develop much good riding skills, let alone riding and shooting.

Wang Fengbai next to Tang Hao even guessed Tang Hao's weakness even with the difficulty of riding and shooting.

"Brother Tang, it's just a competition. The ending is not important. In any case, how about we have a match in Zuixianlou after the game."

Tang Hao knew that this was Wang Fengbai's reassuring and bold words.

"Okay! If I can win, I will pay for the alcohol. I won't be drunk or return."

"Don't get drunk or return!"

The two smiled at each other and continued to watch the game in the field.

The next level of everyone can be seen at a glance.

Some of the better riding skills are good enough to hit a five-ring. Some didn't even touch the target, and some even dropped the arrow when taking the arrow from the horseback.

Wang Fengbai, who was in front of Tang Hao, performed well and was not as good as Zhang Wu. It was Tang Hao's next step.

Tang Hao let out a whistle, and Wu Ha rushed forward like lightning. Tang Hao jumped, jumped on his horse and ran towards the entrance.

Everyone in the stands was shocked.

Even Li Wanqing on the stage couldn't help standing up.

"This riding..."