Hou Ye's palm heart is a black lotus

Murong Ye choked in his chest.

Before he could reply, Ye Yunfeng drew another arrow, and the bowstring was fully drawn——

Seeing the cold arrow peak, Murong Ye's eyelids twitched, and he stepped back half a step almost subconsciously.

The corner of Ye Yunfeng's lips curled up, and he turned around slowly, his shoulders straightened like a sharp knife about to be unsheathed.

Chi-duh!

This arrow hit the bullseye!

The whole process was smooth and smooth, and before everyone had time to react, he had already shot two arrows!

An arrow shot through Murong Ye's arrow feathers, and the arrow landed firmly on the red heart of his target!
From the beginning to the end, Ye Yunfeng didn't make extra preparations and proofreading, he just raised his hand casually, and then dropped two arrows with precision!

It was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

Ye Yunfeng was the first to remind: "Teacher assistant, can this score be counted normally?"

"Ah?" The teaching assistant standing aside suddenly came back to his senses, "Oh, oh, it should, it should be possible..."

It's not that there have been misses in the past, but now this——

Qiao Zimo murmured in a daze: "This is not a miss, it's clearly tearing off Murong Ye's face, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it several times!"

I've seen someone slap in the face, but I've never seen someone slapped so hard!

Who would have thought that such a dramatic scene would happen in this match that everyone thought Murong Ye would win!
Ye Yunfeng pinched his neck, glanced at the grades recorded by the assistant teacher, and asked casually, "They are all ten rings, so it's a tie?"

Murong Ye felt as if he had been slapped again on his hot face.

In full view, how could this be considered a tie!This Ye Yunfeng clearly said that on purpose!
Ye Yunfeng glanced at him sideways.

"continue?"

……

Murong Ye no longer had any intention of continuing.

He said coldly, "No need."

With that said, he turned and left directly.

Ye Yunfeng stopped him: "The winner hasn't been decided yet, so it's not a contest?"

Murong Ye's chest was swollen, and he almost exploded with anger.

He took a deep breath and squeezed out a few words between his teeth.

"Let's compete in the second round!"

Ye Yunfeng raised his eyebrows, then withdrew his bow and ended in style.

Qiao Zimo hastily rushed forward to greet him, seeing his eyes full of admiration.

"Not buddy, you can do it! Even Murong Ye is not your opponent!"

Ye Yunfeng didn't take it seriously: "What's the matter, I used to help my sister catch rabbits, and one arrow could string four of them."

Qiao Zimo: "Huh?"

Ye Yunfeng shook his head and tut softly: "I can't help it, sister and Xiao Wu——no, my third brother and I really like to eat roasted rabbits."

At that time they had nothing, it was freezing cold, and they almost starved to death, so they could only find something to eat in the wilderness in the forest.

My sister took him a few times, and he followed suit, catching all the rabbits within a radius of ten kilometers.

My sister is not good at other crafts, but the roasted rabbit is really unique...

Thinking about it, Ye Yunfeng smacked his mouth.

"No way, who made our family have more brothers and sisters."

Qiao Zimo fell silent.

So, just because there are four brothers and sisters who want to eat, four rabbits are strung with one arrow?
The accuracy and strength that other people can't develop through hard training every day, you just have it for eating a roasted rabbit?
"...you know a lot." Qiao Zimo boasted dryly.

The corner of Ye Yunfeng's mouth twitched, his face undisguisedly proud: "That's my sister! She can do everything!"

"Ye Yunfeng?"

Feng Zhang did not know when he came here.

All the students stood up consciously, and withdrew their eyes from looking at Ye Yunfeng.

"Lord Si Ye." Ye Yunfeng's original laziness also subsided.

Feng Zhang came close and looked him up and down several times, with rare admiration in his eyes.

"You can, who did you learn this skill from?"

Ye Yunfeng said: "Of course it's with me—"

Ye Jingyan beside him gave him a calm look.

Ye Yunfeng changed the topic: "—I learned from my elder brother."

"Oh?" Feng Zhang was a little surprised.

He had known about the situation of the two brothers before, their parents had an accident three years ago, and even their elder brother Ye Xiting died in that accident.

After that, several of their half-grown children began to live in exile, and it took a full three years to return to the capital.

Three years ago... At that time, Ye Yunfeng was at most ten years old. After such a long time, not only was he not deserted, but he was so outstanding, which is really unbelievable.

"My elder brother likes to dance with knives and guns. When I was young, I often took my third brother with me." Ye Yunfeng said.

Feng Zhang nodded thoughtfully.

He collected his thoughts, with a rare smile on his face.

"You are very good."

……

Near noon, the first round of exams was finally over.

The weather in June is very dry and hot, the sun is blazing, and there is no wind at all.

Therefore, the second round of exams was postponed for an hour before starting.

This time I came to the school field again, and there were two rows of strong, well-haired horses on the sidelines.

The second round of exams focused on flexibility. Compared with the previous round, the difficulty has increased by several levels.

Murong Ye picked out a black horse with only a smear of white on the forehead. He stepped on the stirrups and jumped onto the horse neatly!

The horse shook its neck, as if it wanted him to get off, Murong Ye pulled the rein, and the horse quickly calmed down.

"He used to go to the battlefield with his father, and the royal horse is very good. Back then, Princess Qinyang's horse was suddenly frightened, and he was the one who rescued him." Qiao Zimo muttered in a low voice, "So every time he chooses The fiercest and proudest horse, of course, he also won the first place every time."

Although he saw Ye Yunfeng's ability in the morning, after all, this is Murong Ye's best subject, so Qiao Zimo didn't dare to hold out hope.

"But don't be nervous! You have already won a game against him this morning, even if he wins this time, the two of you will still be tied! From a certain point of view—that means he lost!"

Ye Yunfeng glanced at him a little speechlessly: "Which eye of yours saw that I was nervous?"

Ye Jingyan smiled: "Brother Zimo really knows everything, he knows everything."

Qiao Zimo patted his head: "Actually, many people know these things, but you were not in the capital before, so you lack understanding. If you want to ask anything in the future, just ask! I will know everything!"

While speaking, Ye Yunfeng had already casually led a horse to the stage.

Following the assistant coach's order, the court suddenly fell into a scuffle.

It is not an easy task to find the right time to shoot those fast-moving targets when everyone is walking on horseback.

Ye Yunfeng pinched his legs and drove his horse forward. As soon as he touched the quiver behind him with one hand, he felt something was wrong.

He paused, slowly raised his head, looked at the three horses surrounding him, and raised his eyebrows.

Fighting alone can't compare, how to bully the less with more?