On the school grounds of Ziyun Villa, two horses, one black and one white, ran at the speed of lightning, and were very fast. From a distance, they could hardly see the face of the horse.

Only those with high internal strength and good eyesight can roughly see who the two people on the school are.

The two horses were about a hundred steps away. The dark horse seemed to run in any direction on the school field, either left or right, or ran in the direction around the school field, or suddenly turned around and ran against the opposite direction. The other white horse stared at the direction and speed of the dark horse. The horse's hooves were sometimes messy, but they would quickly adjust the correct direction.

On the back of the white horse, a young man in a mysterious suit was sitting upright, with a bag of arrow pouches behind him, holding a bent bow in his hand, and his eyes were staring at the dark horse in front of him without a moment's eyes.

What he had to do was to take the arrow from the pouch behind him, one or two, then pull the bow and allud to the person on the dark horse in front.

There were not many arrows in a bag of arrow bags, and only about twenty were installed. However, the arrows had been shot for nearly an hour, but there were quite a few arrows in the arrow bag behind him, as if they could never use them all.

Every time he put the bow on the string and the arrow was shot out, at about a hundred steps, he not only failed to hit the figure in front of him, but also in the gap when the arrow was shot out and he reached out to take the arrow, the arrows that had been shot out returned to the sac behind him as if they were spiritual, so that only twenty arrows seemed to have an inexhaustible feeling.

After an hour, not only was the person tired, but the horse was also a little tired, but the person on the black horse did not speak, and neither the person nor the horse showed any courage to show fatigue.

The slender figure walked silently to the end of the schoolyard, sitting under the weeping willow tree that was still a long distance away from the schoolyard, staring quietly at the competition on the schoolyard.

"Miss, that's..." Zi Mo stared at the scene on the school ground, almost stunned.

She has high martial arts skills and good light skills, so she has good eyesight. She can see who the two people on the school are from afar, but... what are they doing?

After nearly ten days of travel, Jiuqing, who had just got off the carriage and had not had time to wash and rest, looked at the school ground and chuckled faintly: "As you see with your eyes, don't make a fuss."

When Zi Mo heard this, he felt quiet in an instant.

He stopped talking, just looked at it quietly. The person wearing a mysterious suit and riding on the white horse was obviously Ye Jin, and the person riding a black horse in front was actually King Chen...

This fact almost shocked Zi Mo's chin.

Is King Chen accompanying Ye Jin to practice arrows?

It doesn't look very similar. Although King Jin is indeed shooting arrows constantly, Zi Mo, who has good martial arts skills, feels a little strange in his heart. If he just practices arrows simply, there is actually no need to be such a trouble. He is also worried that King Chen will personally go on the battlefield and become the target of the arrow?

Zi Mo didn't understand it very well, but after reading it for about a stick of incense, she vaguely saw the rules.

First, the distance between two horses. No matter how the direction is changed, the distance between two horses must be controlled at about a hundred steps. This error should be specified. Second, Ye Jin used an arrow to shoot an archery in a different number. Sometimes he used one, sometimes two, and at most three shots were shot at one time.
Chapter completed!