As soon as the third son left, Qin Feng was stopped by someone.
A boy with rough eyebrows and tigerish eyes, with a somewhat provocative sneer at the corner of his mouth, looked up and down Qin Feng.
He also threatened that if Qin Feng did not dare to compete with him in shooting skills, he would not be qualified to stay.
The Yiren clan advocates archery, and if they want to be recognized by them, they must come up with convincing archery.
Qin Feng was favored by San Gongzi and Xianger at the same time, which made many people jealous, and everyone wanted to make things difficult for him.
Therefore, when someone came forward, they also won a lot of applause.
"Han Chong, it's great, he should teach some guys some lessons, otherwise he doesn't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is."
"A foreigner who also wants to learn our shooting skills, what qualifications does it have?"
"Han Chong's shooting skills can be ranked in the top three, forgive this kid for not daring to die, haha..."
The disciples all around made waves of cynicism.
Even many elders showed disdain.
Although they did not speak, their disgust for Qin Feng was clearly written on their faces.
Even the patriarch Han Lao had acquiesced to such a scene.
He also wanted to see how much strength a person could be so valued by the third son
"You want to shoot arrows with me?"
Qin Feng glanced lightly at the disciple named Han Chong.
"What? Are you scared?"
Han Chong sneered coldly.
There are a total of 183 young disciples of the Yi people, and Han Chong's shooting skills can rank among the top three.
Compared with Xianger, Han Dong and others, his shooting skills are even more brilliant.
The superiority he developed since childhood also made Han Chong somewhat despised.
"I'm not afraid, because winning or losing is a commonplace of the military."
Qin Feng answered calmly.
"Get yourself down before you start. You guys can actually get the favor of the third son? Could it be that you can get a part-time official by going through the back door?"
Han Chong's words are sharp.
"Han Chong, you are too much."
Hearing this, Xianger was not happy at first.
No matter how to say, Qin Feng is also her savior, this is not the hospitality of the Yi people.
"Xiang'er, who am you? Who is he? You actually protect a foreigner?"
Han Chong gritted his teeth and became more angry.
However, he couldn't be angry at Xianger, he could only transfer this anger to Qin Feng's body.
"Boy, accept the challenge as a man, don't hide behind a woman."
Han Chong was furious.
"Hey... It looks like it won't work if you don't accept the challenge."
Qin Feng sighed inwardly.
He glanced at the people around him, and those scornful and contemptuous gazes were really uncomfortable.
If you don't come up with some real skills, I'm afraid you can't stay.
"Well, I accept your challenge."
Qin Feng nodded helplessly.
"This kid actually agreed?"
"This is not to be afraid of those who don't know, wait for a good show, haha..."
Everyone was very excited, and the look in Qin Feng's eyes seemed to be a little sympathetic.
Han Chong is also gearing up, looking like he can't wait.
"Mr. Qin, don't be impulsive. Han Chong is very good at shooting. He is the top three of our people. Why should you be provoked by him?"
Xiang'er looked worried.
She knew Han Chong's shooting skills too well, and Qin Feng couldn't shake it at all.
"I was ordered by the Third Young Master to come to the Yi Clan for further training, but I can't lose the Third Young Master's face."
Qin Feng shrugged and smiled helplessly.
Immediately, he glanced at Han Chong, and said calmly: "How do you want to compare?"
"I am the lord, you are the guest, I will give you a hand, and you will choose the way of comparison."
Han Chong looked very generous.
"That's OK, let's shoot an apple."
Qin Feng said with a serious face.
What the hell
Shoot an apple
Everyone thought they had ear problems. This kid is better than shooting an apple. This is a trick that three-year-olds don't play.
Apples are dead and easy to shoot, which is much less difficult than shooting poisonous bees.
"Shoot an apple? Are you kidding me?"
Han Chong's face was cold.
"Didn't you say that I decide the way of the competition? Let's shoot the apple."
Qin Feng smiled.
"The difficulty of shooting an apple is too low, I disdain the challenge."
Han Chong snorted coldly.
"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."
Qin Feng remained silent.
Immediately, he scratched with five fingers, and on the altar not far away, an apple flew into his hand.
He put the apple in front of Xiang'er casually, "Xiang'er, please hold the apple and stick it to your face."
Xianger was stunned, but still did as he said.
"I understand, what Mr. Qin meant was that the arrow shot through the apple, but it couldn't hurt Xianger. This is a test of control."
Patriarch Han Lao saw Qin Feng's intentions at a glance.
The apple clings to Xiang'er's face tightly, and if the arrow's strength is slightly stronger, it will hit Xiang'er.
On the contrary, if the strength is weak, it is not enough to penetrate the apple.
Moreover, the hardness of apples can also have subtle effects.
This kind of extreme strength is a test of basic skills.
"As expected of the patriarch, you can see through my mind at a glance, but I still have a little request."
Qin Feng smiled and glanced at Han Chong.
"What trick do you want to play?"
Han Chong frowned.
"During the test, we can't use any true energy or mana, we can only rely on the primitive power of the bow and arrow."
Qin Feng said again.
If the true energy is attached to the bow and arrow, this test is meaningless.
What Qin Feng compares is the basic skills of both sides.
"Comparation, who is afraid of whom?"
Han Chong snorted coldly.
Qin Feng nodded and smiled, and slowly walked a thousand feet away, "We will start archery from here, and I will let you go first."
"A thousand feet away?"
Seeing this scene, many disciples felt incredible.
The farther the distance, the worse the accuracy. This is the most basic common sense.
During the flight of the arrow, changes in airflow and wind direction will affect the final accuracy.
Without the aid of true energy and mana, it is difficult to achieve 100% accuracy with the power of the bow and arrow itself.
What's more, this competition is about precise control.
"Han Chong, come on, show this kid a little bit of color."
"Han Chong, win glory for our Yi people."
There was a burst of shouts around.
Han Chong calmed down, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Qin Feng and sneered: "Do you think this trick can stop me?"
As the first three disciples of the Yiren clan, he obviously has great self-confidence.
Arriving thousands of meters away, Han Chong took his bow and arrow from his back and aimed at the apple on Xiang'er's face.
He held his breath and drew his bow and arrows full.
At this time, the entire tribe was quiet, and the needles fell.
All eyes were on Han Chong.
Hum—
The bowstring shook violently, and a silver arrow cut through the sky.
boom!
In the next instant, the apple on Xiang'er's face was shattered and turned into a piece of ginger juice, splashing all over the sky.
And that arrow also landed in response.
There was no scar on Xiang'er's face.
"Perfect control!"
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