The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 704

After receiving the second recurve bow, Zhou Yang put it in his hand and shook his head and said: "Forget it, I don't use it, or else I have to waste it again."

Although Zhou Yang only broke the bowstring, due to the special structure of the recurve bow, the force enough to break the bowstring will also affect the structure.

This is like a guitar with a very good pitch. Once the pegboard has a problem, it will be difficult to tune it to the best pitch when it comes to new strings.

After the bowstring is broken, the stress distribution of the recurve bow changes. This small change can determine the result during the game.

Li Haoxuan slightly mocked: "If you pull it off, you don't need to shoot anymore. Everyone doesn't know if you can play anymore, Zhou Yang, you are great."

Other artists also made mockery.

"Really a good trick."

"Why can't I think of it? I can grab the camera while maintaining mystery."

The artists are so angry.

This Zhou Yang is grabbing attention all the time.

In this way, the archery project, they don't want to get the shot.

Who wants to watch the unremarkable archery moves?

Of course they all like Zhou Yang's protruding peaks.

Zhang Yue didn’t expect such a situation. After thinking about it, he said seriously: “Zhou Yang, I think you need to give you an explanation. Everyone is practicing seriously. You don’t need to practice, but please don’t despise the efforts of others. ."

"Yes, did you make sense when you broke the string?"

"Blow, who won't?"

Zhou Yang instantly became the object of everyone's condemnation.

"Blow, I really can!" Zhou Yang suddenly smiled.

He looked left and right, then suddenly walked to the edge of the court and pulled out a handful of colored flags.

Smiled back to the archery field.

The videographer who was instructed by the director immediately leaned over and asked, "Zhou Yang, what are you planning to do?"

Zhou Yang lifted the colorful flag from the short flagpole, then raised the flagpole and took a look.

The flagpole is hollow and transparent at both ends.

Zhou Yang drew a feather arrow and stuffed it into the empty eye of one end of the flagpole, then smiled and said, "I just show off my blowing skills."

Under all eyes, Zhou Yang held one end of the flagpole, his cheeks bulged.

"Oh, are you trying to learn the way of a tribal hunter? Playing arrows?"

"Haha, laughed to death. They are small poisonous arrows with short fingers. You are a feather arrow. Is it strange to be able to blow?"

Li Haoxuan said coldly: "To make grandstanding!"

"puff!"

In the next second, Zhou Yang's cheeks suddenly bulged, and a powerful airflow suddenly squeezed into the flagpole.

The feather arrow rushed out from the other end of the flagpole instantly.

Fly to a target fifty meters away at a speed that human eyes can barely capture.

"puff!"

The feather arrow hits the yellow area of ​​the bullseye accurately.

Li Haoxuan's mocking smile solidified on his face.

The artists were dumbfounded.

The cameraman and the audience were also dumbfounded.

Zhang Yue was shocked.

Zhou Yang smiled and drew another feather arrow into the flag pole.

"puff!"

The second arrow hits exactly the tail of the first arrow.

"puff!"

The third arrow hits the tail of the second arrow.

At this time, all the attention of the audience was attracted.

Including artists and coaches who were practicing on the track and field courts all came in.

There is no way not to get in. At least ten cameramen surround Zhou Yang. This kind of scene is just to see who can be willing?

The three arrows, interlocking end to end, are nailed in the middle of the bullseye, making them particularly conspicuous.

"Give close-ups, pay attention to the expressions of people around you..." The director arranged the shooting angle on the spot.

After the three arrows were blown, Zhou Yang installed the colorful flags and threw them away.

The colorful flag drew a parabola in the air and inserted it exactly into its original position.

It aroused the applause of the audience.

"Nice!" a male audience stood up and shouted.

"Awesome!"

"Awesome!"

In a blink of an eye, uniform shouts rang from the entire stand.

The momentum is amazing.

The scene is grand.

The cameramen are busy to capture the audience.

Li Haoxuan and others remained stunned.

You have to say that throwing a dart 20 meters away can accurately hit the bullseye is luck.

What do you say?

Blowing feather arrows fifty meters away? Three arrows end to end?

Is this luck?

This is strength.

An artist was not convinced, and followed Zhou Yang's way, took a flagpole and started blowing arrows.

But his face had turned into a pig's liver color, and no feather arrows appeared.

Everyone was shocked.

What is Zhou Yang's lung capacity?

Blowing feather arrows is simply impossible.

A feather arrow is about sixty centimeters long. Don't even talk about blowing it. You can throw it 30 meters and you will win.

However, Zhou Yang just blew out fifty meters away in public, with terrifying accuracy.

Zhou Yang laughed and looked at Li Haoxuan and a group of friends and said: "Look, I can actually listen to it."

Then he said to Zhang Yue: "Coach Zhang, I don't despise you, but my hand. You really can't teach, right?"

"Yes!" Zhang Yue was completely convinced.

"Then I will look at other projects, don't you object?" Zhou Yang asked with a smile.

"No objection, you have this qualification." Zhang Yue was already convinced.

Please, archery is not the same difficulty as blowing arrows.

Zhou Yang turned around to leave.

Li Haoxuan's hoarse voice sounded: "You... no matter how powerful you blow arrows, you are not shooting arrows!"

He doesn't want to admit defeat!

Zhou Yang glanced at him, suddenly rushed over to grab the recurve bow in his hand, ran for twenty meters in the opposite direction of the target, turned around, drew the bow, and released the arrow!

"Wow!"

Feather arrows flew to the target like a thunder.

Everyone just felt that something was passing away in a flash.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

The core of the target exploded.

Li Haoxuan's mocking face stiffened again.

The artist and Zhang Yue were shocked for the second time.

The cameramen were crazy, and several of them ran to several tens of meters away with the machine to shoot the bombed target.

"This section is going to be a wonderful preview, grab a shot from the entire camera position!" The director jumped up with a cry, shaking his fist in excitement.

This Zhou Yang... it's really not easy.

"Are you satisfied now?" Zhou Yang smiled and threw the recurve bow to Li Haoxuan, turning around and walking towards other venues.

"Wait a minute!" A middle-aged man stopped Zhou Yang with a smile.

"Something?" Zhou Yang questioned.

"Leader high!" Zhang Yue exclaimed.

The middle-aged man is the leader of the national archery team and the leader of this expert group.

"Boy, are you interested in joining the national archery team?" The high leader said with a smile.

Zhou Yang's blowing arrows are mostly game elements.

But in the end, the shocking arrow really made the high-leader hooked.

If Zhou Yang's power comes to shoot arrows, it is afraid that even the fourth and fifth wind cannot stop him from achieving good results.

The senior team leader is eager to love and eagerly hand out an olive branch.

This scene makes the artists feel uncomfortable.

Even if they deliberately belittle Zhou Yang, but the national team leader comes forward, which confirms that Zhou Yang's level is at least the top in the country.

Zhou Yang smiled to the team leader Gao: "Thank you for your kindness, I won't join the national team, and leave the opportunity to other young people."

"Don't rush to refuse. Think about it again. I think you have the world's top level. It would be a pity if you don't engage in archery." The high team leader persuaded me bitterly.

Zhou Yang said: "Thank you, I can't join more than a dozen national teams at the same time."