"Beizhen Fusi Jiyuan, I'm willing to give it a try!"

He appeared at the gate of the inner courtyard of the Lecture Hall with the corners of his cloud eagle robe flying.

Its sound is calm, but like thunder.

"I was delayed for a while on the way, so I'm a little late. Sorry."

Looking at Coach Wei from a distance, Ji Yuan nodded and smiled.

He didn't expect that he would be able to catch such a good show.

But as usual, after finishing the internal exercises of breathing, breathing, and guiding, I was tripped by the neighbors in the alley for a moment when I was going out.

He unexpectedly bumped into Yang Xiu, who almost felt his ears tingle from hearing this.

What is this?

Eagle watching and fighting wolf watching?

Ji Yuan's cold eyes swept across the skinny body, deliberately lingering on the neck for a long time.

Can you really look back without moving your shoulders?

He was a little curious.

The latter was still squatting on the ground, his green eyes flashing brightly.

I don't know why, even though it was their first time meeting him, Yang Xiu wanted to tear that Yunyingpao Tiqi alive.

His already violent heart suddenly felt an evil spirit.

"Ping'er said, let me cause less trouble...not cause trouble, don't cause trouble."

He muttered silently, trying his best to restrain this impulse.

It seems that the behavior of breaking other candidates' arrows with stones just now is not considered "causing trouble".

"He is the person you praised repeatedly? Jiyuan Jikuro?"

Chai Qingshan frowned slightly. Confucian martial arts focuses on the cultivation of Qi, and is particularly sensitive to the Qi movement of warriors.

Therefore, when he first saw Yang Xiu, he said that this son was born as a military strategist and had a strong aura of killing.

Now that I see the later Ji Yuan, it is even more the case.

The two people's auras are exactly the same, and they even have a vague sense of conflict with each other.

"Yes, Jiulang grew up in Liaodong Military Town, and now he is a Tiqi in Fusi, Beizhen.

His muscles and bones are strong and powerful, and his strength is as strong as that of a tiger. His physical strength is not inferior to that of Yang Xiu, who has swallowed the inner elixir of the horned python."

Wei Yang said seriously.

"I know what you mean. I'm afraid that such a great talent will be ruined by Zhong Xungui, so let me protect him when necessary."

Chai Qingshan lightly twisted his long beard and chuckled:

"When he enters the martial arts hall in Tai'anfang, I will naturally do my best to protect him.

It's just that Coach Wei admires this young man from Liaodong so much because he thinks he is somewhat similar to you? You and..."

Wei Yang had no expression on his face and interrupted:

"Master, let's take a look at the contest between Jiulang and the righteous son of Liang Kingdom. One has an eye as sharp as an eagle, and the other has a wolf-like look. They are both great talents.

The first test of the twenty-four squares in the inner city may not be so exciting!"

Chai Qingshan nodded slightly and looked at the shooting range:

"Generally speaking, I am more optimistic about Yang Xiu.

He has now reached the stage of internal refining and has officially entered the realm of submission. Even the iron bow can be moved ten times.

Ji Jiulang is a bit worse, archery is not his strong point, so he will suffer a loss in this competition."

Wei Yang remained silent.

He understands this.

The difference in martial arts level, archery skills, and background...Ji Yuan is not as good as him in everything.

But Wei Yang was not convinced.

He remembered what his Shangguan, Governor Tan Wenying, said a long time ago -

Some people in this world are born to be very unreasonable. This is true of the saints and the same is true of King Yan.

"Kuroro...could it be the same?"

There was a hint of hope in Wei Yang's eyes.

At the same time, Zheng Yuluo outside the court clenched his palms and kept muttering:

"This guy doesn't want to come to my martial arts meeting, how can he stand up to Yang Xiu!"

In the martial arts hall of Tai'anfang, the only person he was optimistic about was Ji Yuan.

Apart from that, Zhao Tong and Wang Erlang are both slightly different.

The emotions contained in each gaze are different, creating a tense atmosphere inexplicably.

It seemed like there was huge pressure hitting that Yunying robe.

Ji Yuan looked calm and walked to the shooting range.

With a quick glance, he took the ebony bow given by the attendant on the tray in his right hand.

The left palm was filled with internal energy, and as fast as lightning, ten white-feathered arrows were inserted straight into the hard ground compacted by the loess.

Then, he turned to look at Yang Xiu with a smile on his lips:

"Beizhen Fu Si Ji Yuan, please give me some advice."

How about honoring the general?

What about the righteous son of the country?

You will know which one is stronger and which one is weaker!

"You want to play too?"

Yang Xiu grinned.

The green luster in the eyes is even brighter.

Squatting on the ground with a withered body like a skinny monkey, he slowly stood up.

Just this time, the big tendons tightened and exerted force, like a bow string tightening, making a rattling sound, which was terrifying.

The billowing inner Qi swims in the limbs and bones, radiates from the pores of the whole body, and turns into invisible and intense fire.

The ground suddenly sank!

After the Qi and blood were condensed, the frame wrapping the flesh became heavier and harder.

Chai Qingshan, who witnessed this scene, was amazed and said with emotion:

"The inner elixir of the horned python can be swallowed and refined to transform a person...the key point is especially the last two words.

Yang Xiu's frame probably weighs four to five hundred kilograms, as if cast from fine iron, and is extremely hard."

When Wei Yang heard this, he couldn't help but take a step forward.

He was worried that Yang Xiu might go crazy later and hurt Ji Yuan.

The other candidates held their breath and concentrated, waiting for how Ji Jiulang, who had pulled up a thousand-jin copper pillar upside down, would pass Yang Xiu's test.

call!

suck!

Ji Yuan was not affected at all. He closed his eyes gently and seemed to have entered a stable state.

Those cold and stern eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, with the inner pupils shrinking to the size of a pinhead, and the target fifty steps away seemed as big as a millstone.

After three breaths, he changed the right hand that grabbed the ebony bow, set up a stake with a horse stance, and pinched the arrow with his grasp.

Between the electric light and flint, five "swish, swish, swish, swish" explosions were heard together, and the bow string shook violently.

Yang Xiu's eyes burst out with two balls of green light, and he also drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

The five white feather arrows are like meteors, connecting back and forth, shooting away, and will collide before taking a breath!

"It's just more powerful and faster..."

As soon as this thought flashed across his mind, he saw Ji Yuan's tongue bursting with spring thunder, his fingers spreading apart to grasp the white-feathered arrows stuck on the ground, and all placed on the ebony bow.

The bow string is like a full moon, as if the muscles of the whole body are twisted together, and the huge pulling force of the arms directly pulls the bow body into a clicking sound.

The action is fast and done in one go!

Everyone heard the sound of "collapse", and the bow and string broke in Ji Yuan's hand!

The other five white-feathered arrows are just like birds throwing into the forest, they are faster and more powerful.
To be continued...