A hunting ground.

Soon after a verbal battle, a competition began.

"Compare, if you want to lose, what do you say?" Among the Koreans, a young man came out with a cold face.

This man, whose surname is Pu Renyong, has a distinguished family background. He has studied with famous teachers since childhood. He can't help but have exquisite Taekwondo attainments and amazing shooting skills.

Now, he is the leader of these Koreans around.

It is also under his leadership that these overseas students and white-collar elites from South Korea are qualified to follow into this hunting ground.

In this way, his opening was the final word, and there was no noise.

A few newcomers are also cheerful.

Wen Yan's "Kong Shao" smiled and said, "if you lose, you will naturally admit to gambling."

Between jokes, a strong spirit of books spread out, open and aboveboard, which makes people look sideways.

As soon as the voice fell, the good childe next to him smiled and said, "it seems that Kong Shao has a bamboo in his mind. In this case, I'll bet on it.

This is a promissory note of Citibank, with the amount of 10 million. I wonder if you have the amount to make a small bet? "

Ten million, a small bet, no problem, at least for people in his class.

There's no ambiguity on the other side.

"Bet on it. Don't cry if you lose!"

Behind Park Renyong, a young man was angry and began to write a check on the spot.

Seeing this scene, Mo Tong couldn't help covering his eyes: "don't talk about rules, come here with a checkbook, so hot eyes..."

Tang Yue also muttered: "it's true that he doesn't pay attention to it. All the good painting styles have been corrupted."

Having said that, each side's 10 million bet does add a lot to the upcoming competition.

At this time, the man around Kong Shao came over with a check and said with a smile, "what a coincidence, you're here, don't you mind being a notary?"

"It's a coincidence!" Tang Yue squinted and silently accepted the check.

I didn't worry about defaulting. Seeing this, the Korean youth also took the check.

Then, the competition entered the substantive stage!

Park Renyong asked calmly, "let's talk. How can we compare?"

"You've come all the way. Naturally, it's your convenience!!

Poop poop!!

There is really an impulse to spit three liters of blood.

One face and two "powerful" made Park Renyong and others feel a little elated, but the words behind it really made people feel depressed and want to vomit blood.

His face was dark. Park Renyong said coldly, "do you Chinese know how to talk?"

ha-ha!

Kong Shao laughs.

"You'll soon know if you can only talk. Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you. If you say to let 100 meters, you won't only let 99 meters!"

Between words, he turned over and mounted his horse, and soon withdrew a hundred meters away.

Seeing that he actually came, I felt humiliated, and a group of Koreans here began to swear again.

Kong Shao ignored it. At the moment when the pheasant came out of the cage, he opened his bow and arrow and hit through the clouds.

The terrible howling sound made people's eardrums ache. The streamer speed of the arrow could not be caught by the naked eye.

Before the crowd could react, the pheasant had been hit by an arrow, but it was carried by a huge force and flew back nearly 100 meters.

Only this arrow won Park Renyong. The crowd was stunned and surprised as heaven and man.

Kong Shao didn't stop. He said with a loud smile: "put it, continue to put it, put it all at one time, how much..."

The scholar is full of spirit and swipes Fang Qiu.

Then draw a bow and take an arrow, but when the chickens fly, the arrow rain breaks through the air, or beads, or scattering, one wears two, a string of three, singing and crying, and the blood is boundless.

Quiet!

Watching the scene like movie special effects is both exciting and creepy.

At first, he didn't think so. Gradually, Mo Tong couldn't sit still and said, "it's so powerful!"

"Yes!"

"The six arts of a gentleman are ceremony, music, shooting, royal, calligraphy and counting.

Among them, the art of archery, also known as the five archery, refers to the five archery techniques of white arrow, Shenlian, Shanzhu, Xiangchi and Jingyi, which correspond to strength, accuracy, speed and the way of kings and officials. "

"I used to think these things were made up by the ancients and didn't exist. Unexpectedly, they were true."

“……”

Tang Yue murmured, obviously stunned.

Listening to these words, Mo Tong smiled again: "sister Tang Yue, you're great. How do you know so much?"

"Because your sister Tang Yue studies hard. Unlike you, she skips classes every day and runs here and there..."

A bad smile.

This day, we can't talk. Mo Tong's face is flat and silent.

At this time, the chickens were flying all over the sky, and Kong Shao had returned with his horse.

"You won!"

"Admit to gambling and admit defeat. That ten million belongs to you!"

Don't compare.

Knowing that he was defeated and didn't want to humiliate himself, park Renyong looked as heavy as iron, and then rode his horse.

Soon, a group of Koreans left with disheartened faces.

Kong Shao didn't care either. He glanced at Tang Yue and said with a smile, "20 million, I'm happy to gamble, but I don't know if master Lin is interested in teaching one or two?"

It's no coincidence.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere was a little wrong again.

Lin Hao didn't feel much. He nodded when he heard the speech: "thank you very much. Since you have to send it, the emperor smiled."

After talking, the spiritual knowledge spread out, one string and nine arrows, bow into a full moon