Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 679 Kirin Arm

  Fang Jifan looked at the bow on the ground, but still couldn't understand it.

  People draw their bows. Could it be that you, Zhang Yuanxi, folded your bows? Are you making trouble?

  Zhu Houzhao was a little annoyed, and couldn't help but said: "You can't even draw a bow. You are sick, so don't come to ride and shoot. Come, I will show you what archery is. Come, get a bow and arrow."

   After a while, someone brought a bow and arrow.

   Zhang Yuanxi looked ashamed and lowered his head, as if he had become the target of public criticism all of a sudden.

  Zhu Houzhao took the arrow, bent the bow, and immediately shot it out, and the arrow flew out, and then it landed on the target seventy steps away, and shot through it immediately.

   All of a sudden, the students around the target cheered.

   Zhu Houzhao looked triumphantly, and looked at Zhang Yuanxi: "See you? This is the real archery."

  Zhang Yuanxi lowered his head in shame, not daring to vent his anger.

   What a fragile person.

Fang Jifan was kind enough to **** Zhu Houzhao's bow, handed it to Zhang Yuanxi, and said, "You learn the prince's method, so come and have a try. Don't worry. Also, this bow is used to draw the string and shoot. You can't bend it." He, we are educated people, right? Pull the bowstring and use your breastfeeding strength."

   "Oh." Zhang Yuanxi nodded.

   imitating Zhu Houzhao's appearance, he is actually serious.

  Zhu Houzhao looked triumphant with his hands behind his back, as if he was watching a joke.

Then, Zhang Yuanxi pulled the bowstring of beef tendon without hesitation, as Fang Jifan said, with a sudden pull, the bowstring became a full moon in a blink of an eye, and then, perhaps the bowstring was pulled too full, the bow body clicked Wipe it... break it into two pieces...

  Pull...Pull off.

  Zhu Houzhao was dumbfounded.

   Never heard of such a thing, the bow can be broken?

  Fang Jifan was dumbfounded, this... this is the unicorn arm?

  This guy, how much strength does he have in his hands?

   I'm afraid it's Hu Kaishan coming, I'm afraid it's not so scary.

   "..."

   There was another silence inside and outside the shooting range.

   Zhang Yuanxi burst into tears: "I don't know why...it broke again..."

  Fang Jifan's mind was buzzing, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses: "Come here, take another bow, take that iron tire bow."

This iron bow, as the name suggests, is a laminated composite bow made of metal, bamboo and wood ribs and corners. It is so strong that ordinary people can't pull it apart. More, it's just for display, even if Fang Jifan has seen Wang Shouren pull it. Once, but it was only pulled out for a month and a half, barely able to ejaculate.

   This thing is heavy and inconvenient to carry. It has no use other than domineering.

  The iron tire bow placed on the shooting range is more of a display, a prop to show courage and strength.

   Someone was out of breath and took this huge iron tire bow.

  Zhang Yuanxi glanced at Fang Jifan hesitantly, and Fang Jifan encouraged him: "Let's try again."

  Zhang Yuanxi did not hesitate, took the iron tire bow, then took the arrow, and pulled it suddenly...

  The whole iron tire bow began to deform, and the bow body at the front began to bend continuously.

  full moon...full moon...

  This guy...where did he get so much strength.

  The arrows of the iron tire bow are special spiked iron arrows, which are quite heavy.

   "Pull the strings!" Fang Jifan snapped.

Zhang Yuanxi let go of the bowstring, poof... The bowstring bounced back, and its strength was astonishing. The spike's huge power was instantly noticed, and then it shot out. Immediately afterwards... everyone saw the spike flying out, flying more and more Far away, flying farther and farther... actually passed the target directly, then... crossed the shooting range, and then... left the range of sight... disappeared without a trace...

   "..."

  Everyone quieted down, looking at Zhang Yuanxi as if they were looking at a monster.

  Zhang Yuanxi frowned: "Is it wrong? Then I will try again."

Again…

  Zhu Houzhao is about to kneel.

  Fang Jifan's legs were weak, and he was just about to say: "Don't come, you have to take a rest in archery. Every time you shoot an arrow, your arm needs to recover, otherwise...your arm will be strained..."

  However, Zhang Yuanxi had already taken the arrow from the quiver, and in an instant, he pulled the bowstring away, and it was still full moon...

  Damn it...

  Fang Jifan was about to cry.

  Zhu Houzhao was a little dazed, what... what's going on?

  poof...

   Another arrow flew out, crossed the target again, and then flew out of the shooting range, and then...

  In Fang Jifan's mind, he instantly thought of what happened in the TV series of the last life... This... Could this be the legend that a devil was shot and killed eight hundred miles away? Damn...

"Is this possible?" Zhang Yuanxi looked at Fang Jifan suspiciously. This time, he finally didn't break his bow. He hoped to get Fang Jifan's compliment, but Fang Jifan was still dumbfounded, as if... he was not very satisfied with himself. Zhang Yuanxi felt guilty, so he again Take the arrow, bend the bow and set the arrow, it is still a perfect full moon...

  poof...

  Fang Jifan began to grab his heart, the arrow, God knows where it flew, eight hundred miles, eight hundred miles, what the hell...continuous shooting...

   Continuous shooting... He used the iron tire bow with dozens of stones to shoot continuously.

Anyone who has shot arrows knows that once you shoot with a bow and arrow, you have to open your arms and pull the bowstring suddenly. This consumes a lot of arm muscles, so the ancient archers have It is stipulated that bows and arrows cannot be shot continuously. You have to hold your breath first and recharge your batteries. After shooting an arrow, it takes less than half a cup of tea before you can continue to draw the bow. Shooting Sanjian, not to mention, such a bow is directly drawn to full capacity, and ordinary people may not even be able to draw it for a month and a half.

  This... is a beating, Fang Jifan couldn't help but glance at Zhu Houzhao.

  Zhu Houzhao's face was blue and purple, and there was a feeling of three-legged cat kung fu, which was not on the table.

   "Is this okay?" Zhang Yuanxi looked at Fang Jifan cautiously.

  Fang Jifan swallowed his saliva, not knowing what to say.

  Zhang Yuanxi said: "How about I try again?"

  He wanted to take the arrow, it seemed that just now, shooting three times in a row did not make him too tired, he could still...

  Fang Jifan waved his hands in a hurry: "Don't!"

   "..." Zhang Yuanxi looked at Fang Jifan suspiciously, he felt strange, why... everyone inside and outside the shooting range seemed to have seen a ghost, could it be... that's not how arrows are shot.

  Fang Jifan wanted to cry, but finally, he figured it out, God did not give Zhang Yuanxi healthy legs, but opened another window for him.

  Zhang Yuanxi has inconvenient legs and feet, but he is a person who likes to walk, so since he was a child, he has been learning to walk in his own home with a cane every day.

This is equivalent to every day, he needs the help of crutches, and then uses the strength of his arms to walk. He likes to practice this way. Since he was young, until now, for twenty years, almost rain or shine, he has to walk with crutches every day. Thousands of steps.

Think about it, what a terrible exercise this is. It is similar to the fact that ordinary people pull up tens of thousands of times a day, using their arms to continuously support their bodies. What's more, he comes from a family of officials. Nutrition can be guaranteed, even if he is injured sometimes, there are doctors who can treat him at any time, just like that, tens of thousands of pull-ups every day, one day, ten days, one hundred days, one year, ten years... twenty years...

  For ordinary people, hands are hands, but for Zhang Yuanxi, hands are not only hands, but also his legs, his hands, which undertake all his functions.

  Some people are lame and poor, and they can’t do heavy walking back and forth at all, because they themselves are malnourished and can’t bear it. Some people's families are well-off, and after they become lame, they simply let themselves go and eat and wait to die.

   Unlike Zhang Yuanxi, he always firmly believes that he can stand up, and he likes to walk around, so he supports his crutches every day, like a foolish old man moving mountains, and never gives up.

   This guy who performs tens of thousands of pull-ups every day is now looking at Fang Jifan curiously.

   Zhu Houzhao suddenly remembered something, and shouted: "Go and get the arrow back, and see where the spike arrow went."

   All of a sudden, all the students couldn't sit still anymore, they dispersed in a rush, and rushed towards the target where the arrow was flying.

After a long time, someone ran back out of breath, holding a spiked arrow in his hand. The spiked arrow had traces of mud one inch from the arrowhead. Obviously, even when it landed, it was still powerful enough. Directly submerged in an inch of mud.

   "The student was roughly... roughly four hundred steps away..."

   "..."

  The power of the iron tire bow is so terrifying.

   What's even more frightening is that although this is not an effective range, four hundred steps is already very scary.

   It has almost reached the level of ordinary rifle shooting.

Then, if calculated, the arrow shot by Yuan Xi at random has a very likely effective range of about two hundred and fifty steps. Within two hundred and fifty steps, his arrow can completely penetrate all the targets he wants to penetrate. .

But... at present, even a diligent archer can shoot an effective range of only a hundred steps or so. The effective range is more than doubled. Not to mention, when you shoot an arrow, you need to rest for half a cup of tea Kung fu, he shot straight at you.

   Zhu Houzhao was completely scared to pee.

  This person... is really a magic arm!

  The so-called seventy paces away target under Zhu Hou's irradiation, in front of Zhang Yuanxi, is simply a child's play, just like playing with a slingshot.

  Everyone looked at Zhang Yuanxi who looked like a curious baby.

  Fang Jifan stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Come on, Yuan Xi, call me uncle again."

  Zhang Yuanxi said without hesitation: "Uncle!"

  It's comfortable, Fang Jifan is satisfied, and his moans are very pleasant.

  Zhu Houzhao leaned over, with a shameless look on his face: "Come on, call Master."

  Zhang Yuanxi hesitated. Although he is simple, he is not stupid.

  Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "The arrow you shot... is still good, you can call Master, I will teach you how to shoot through Yang with a hundred steps."

  Zhang Yuanxi looked at Fang Jifan.

  Fang Jifan nodded towards him.

  Zhang Yuanxi said: "Master."

  ...

   After two days, you will be ready to pay off your debts, and you will enter the state of mad dog coding. ok, sleep now.

  (end of this chapter)