wild star

Chapter 35 Golden Warrior Old Zhao
A group of natives bent their bows and set up arrows, shooting towards Zhao Yanling.

The mace shot down an arrow, and dodged one sideways, Zhao Yanling shouted without looking back: "You find a tree to hide."

They didn't get very far in the sewers, which were still within the boundaries of the tribe that guarded the temple.Seeing that one of them was carrying a white-billed peccary on his back, it must have just happened to happen when they were out hunting.

Compared with the blind natives, this tribe is more civilized.Each of them was wearing white hemp bunts, with camouflage paint on their faces, and they were swift and brave as they moved forward, and their movements were crisp and neat.

He took the initiative to attack without any injustice, Zhao Yanling guessed that he must have suffered an innocent disaster, and he was implicated by Chu Tong.

He dodged and dodged, and occasionally shot down the arrows with the mace whip, and he grabbed the shaft of the last arrow.The humidity in the tropical rain forest is heavy, and even the best bow is difficult to maintain here. Zhao Yanling can completely resist it after upgrading with this arrow speed target.

But the audience didn't know the inside story, and they saw that in the rain of arrows, Lao Zhao was like a unparalleled warrior who took the head of a general among thousands of troops.He moves so fast that his eyes are dazzled, facing the enemy calmly, tough and unrestrained.

"My mother asked me why I was kneeling and licking my screen because I was picked up by a scruffy bearded man."

"Possessed by God of War."

"Zhao Yun is reborn."

Chu Tong, who was hiding behind the tree, took a peek and stood there dumbfounded.Three people in the archaeological team were shot and killed by this tribal warrior. How did this person do it?
The blind native yelled a few words, and the tribal warriors lowered their bows and jumped out of the jungle.Zhao Yanling saw the suspicion and curiosity on their faces, and wanted to hear what the blind native had to say.

"What is he saying?"

Chu Tong leaned forward from behind the tree: "I don't understand, it's not his language."

Tribal fighters came slowly and surrounded the three of them.Zhao Yanling didn't dare to act rashly, wanting to see what tricks they played.

With long hair in a ponytail and bronze skin, the unusually strong man stepped forward and said a few words to Zhao Yanling.

The blind native translated, and Chu Tong translated again: "They asked, what can you use to prove that you are a golden warrior?"

Lao Zhao was dumbfounded: When did I say I was a golden warrior?

Seeing his expression, Chu Tong winked anxiously.He had to say: "Ask them, how can we prove it?"

The big man with the ponytail held his nose, and the camouflage stripes on his face were distorted. He said viciously, "Compete with me, arrow skills, flying spears, and fists."

In terms of hidden dart weapons, Zhao Yanling dared to hit every shot within a certain range, but he had never touched an arrow before.But looking at the group of people who were staring at him, he could only bite the bullet and nod.

The blind aborigine was very excited, gesticulating with the tribal warriors and talking in plain language, apparently describing the scene of Zhao Yanling's battle against Xuzi.

Listening to what the blind aborigine said, some tribal fighters felt relieved, some became nervous, and the younger ones were as excited as the blind aborigine.

The pony-tailed man bent his bow and set an arrow, one arrow pierced through the hanging vine leaves thirty paces away, and immediately shot another arrow through the same hole, and the surrounding applauded.The louder they were clamoring, the more Chu Tong, who knew Zhao Yanling's details, sweated more. She was unwilling to be imprisoned and live as a snake in her life.

Earthen bows do not have scopes, which requires excellent eyesight and skill.

Others handed over a bow and arrow, and Zhao Yanling took it, recalling the various archery scenes he had seen in movies and TV shows, trying his best to imitate them.No matter what kind of craft, it may not be possible to learn it from a master, let alone imitate the handsome poses of actors who are full of loopholes.

An arrow flew out, outrageously, the ridicule and booing made Zhao Yanling feel ashamed and embarrassed.The audience is more confident than him:

"Old Zhao learns things quickly, and they won't be able to laugh after a while."

"Expect!"

Unwilling to admit defeat, Zhao Yanling picked up the arrow and continued to shoot. The trajectory of the target was calibrated by experience, and the arrow was closer to the hanging vine leaf.Not surprisingly, laughter once again flooded the entire jungle.

He recalled the posture of the big man with ponytail, and his head flashed: the big man with ponytail stood in a concealed position, with his feet standing on both sides of the shooting line; When drawing the bow, the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger are used, and all the load is evenly distributed on these three fingers.

He adjusted his posture and mentality, the bow was not fully drawn, and although the arrow flew out without passing through the hole, it successfully hit the leaf.

The jeers and boos are gone!
The ponytailed man who was originally curled up in disdain had a slightly cautious expression on his face.He could see that Zhao Yanling didn't know anything about bows and arrows, and took three arrows in total until he hit the bull's-eye. No one could do it except this one in front of him.

On a whim, Zhao Yanling begged for a few more arrows, and shot them one after another, the arrows passing through the holes in the leaves one after another.The expected applause did not appear, but a quiet needle drop could be heard.

The sense of gap made him unhappy, and he booed when he missed the target, and the ones in the target were silent?He raised his chin towards the ponytailed man: "Go on, let me see what else you can do?"

The man of the Han dynasty with a big ponytail nodded, and a boy and a half threw a wild fruit vigorously. The arrow inserted the wild fruit into the tree trunk, and the tail of the arrow was trembling.

This time Zhao Yanling looked more carefully.When he turns his head to aim, his neck muscles will subconsciously tense, but the ponytailed man looks at him naturally; after he raises his bow, his eyes are at the same height as the bow, and the well-developed back muscles of the ponytailed man can be pre-stretched and relaxed, and his shoulders can be expanded to the greatest extent... …

These details are the most test of skills.Two people with similar stamina, more accurate, and more shots, must be a big man with a ponytail!

Generally, those who can hit a fixed target have already started.Accurately hit the bull's-eye, even if you learn how to archery.When it reaches the level of moving targets, it can be regarded as the level of entry into the room.

Zhao Yanling took a deep breath and signaled the half-grown child to make a move.

"Whoosh!"

Everyone looked at the fist-sized wild fruit in the sky, and saw it flying backwards and being nailed to the palm tree by arrows.After two seconds of silence, the loud cheers startled the most courageous male-tailed pygmy bird...

The ponytailed man had a high status. He waved his hand and stopped cheering: "You pass the archery, and you don't have to compete with flying spears. Let's decide who is the warrior with fists and kicks!"

Zhao Yanling had never practiced any fighting skills, and the fights were all based on ruthlessness.But like many men, he has a partial understanding of various fighting.Even his father, Zhao Laowu, watched "Wu Feng" every week, and he couldn't delay the big event when Elon appeared on the stage.

I have never heard that the natives and Indians also have their fighting skills, so I feel that it is nothing more than a somersault, and whoever falls to the ground loses.A blow or two is nothing more than a flesh wound, so it's nothing serious.

"This is easier than archery, come on!"

Putting on the smart glasses for Chu Tong, he saw the gleaming bronze muscles of the ponytailed man opposite him, comparable to the horse king Khal Drogo in "Game of Thrones".Not to be outdone, Zhao Yanling also took off the denim shirt and hung it on the branch without turning her head...

(End of this chapter)