Chapter 681： Last round of battle

"Next round, those who report their names, please come forward..."

After Zhou Yong was excited, the old **** was waiting by the side, and Li Xiangyu came forward with a smile to congratulate him.

"I didn't expect Brother Zhou to be so talented. Even when the target is moving, he can hit a bullseye with ten arrows. I admire it, I admire it."

"Brother Li won the prize. I believe that the skills of the brothers present are definitely not inferior to me. It's just that they didn't perform well in a tense situation. Brother Li can definitely do it."

Li Xiangyu shook his head with a laugh, "Brother Zhou, I have won the prize. I know how much I weigh. This will test my mind the more I go to the back. There are so many adults in the field, and the saint, not everyone can be as stable as Brother Zhou. , it was also a matter of luck to be able to compete with Brother Zhou in the last match, and it may not be so lucky to do it again."

The young man who was still listening to them also echoed: "Yes, the pressure will increase the further you go, and no one has ever seen Tianyan before, so it's easier for them to behave abnormally under the spotlight."

"Yeah, sigh, if I can perform nine times out of ten on a daily basis, it's already good."

"I'll be fine if I can pass..."

Zhou Yong chatted with everyone, and looked at the performances of the others in the center of the court.

When Li Xiangyu was called, Zhou Yong smiled and said, "Looking at your performance, I think you can do it too."

Li Xiangyu touched his nose, "Hey, try your best! With you in front of us, all of us are bleak."

Having said that, Li Xiangyu still went all out. He believed that his martial arts skills were not inferior to Zhou Yong's, but other people's psychology seemed to be stronger than his.

He also learned from Zhou Yong, all nine arrows were aimed at one target, and the first few arrows were well controlled. He was also very happy and satisfied, but the further back and the closer the target was in the centrifugal force, the more nervous he became.

Until the eighth shot was hit again, his hands couldn't help shaking, and the adults in the field were also sitting upright, staring at him intently.

I thought to myself, will there be another one target and nine red hearts? I couldn't help but look forward to it, and General Li was also very proud.

With the last arrow, Li Xiangyu pulled the bowstring, and the moment he released it, he knew he had made a mistake.

"Bang~" only hit the edge.

Fall short!

Zhou Yong has also been keeping an eye on his performance, and with the last arrow, even he felt a pity for him.

Just a little bit!

It is estimated that the pressure was too great. When he pulled the last arrow, his palms were sweating nervously, and he hesitated for a long time before shooting.

He felt that if he had not been on the battlefield at the beginning of the year, he would never have been able to shoot the last arrow before going to the military camp.

Li Xiangyu's performance is already excellent.

The adults in the field felt a little pity, just a little bit.

But the sage was still very happy and praised, "This child is not bad, and it is also a piece of rough jade after tempering."

General Li was instantly happy, "Thank you for your praise."

Li Xiangyu also felt a little uncomfortable after he came off the field, it was really only a little bit.

Zhou Yong stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "You have done a good job. I have been to the battlefield and the barracks for training before I can shoot the last arrow. Otherwise, I will definitely not be as good as you."

"Brother Zhou, don't comfort me. Your ability is obvious to all."

"Hehe, everyone can see your ability! It's also very powerful. After a few rounds, no one can be like you."

Li Xiangyu shook his head, "It's far worse than Zhou Yong."

"Oh, you two don't praise each other, keep being humble, let us as a group of rookies live?"

"Hehe~"

The two smiled at each other, stopped talking, and quietly continued to watch the follow-up game.

This time, instead of playing one by one, there were other people beside them to accompany the game. The boys also relaxed a lot, and most of them played much better than the first time.

After a few rounds of shooting, only five people were eliminated. It was not that their skills were not good, but their psychological endurance was too poor. Those who could be selected for the imperial examination would not be too bad.

The next challenge is to pull a stiff bow, lift a rock, and dance a knife.

There is no doubt that Zhou Yong has passed all of them. These three rounds are relatively simple, as long as they play stably, they can pass.

There was only one person who didn't grasp the knife well, threw the knife out, and then was framed out.

There is only the last round of battles left, and the opponent is determined by drawing lots.

"Final round, battle! There are currently 88 players left in the field. There are numbers 1-44 in the lottery box. The same draw is the opponent. The winner will advance, and the loser will be eliminated. Please come forward and draw lots to decide your opponent."

Everyone stepped forward and took one one by one, and Zhou Yong also took one.

"Okay, first register all the battle names, the first one, please come forward and register your name."

Zhou Yong looked at his signature, forty-four, and his brows tightened instantly. This number was really unlucky, but all of a sudden he relaxed again.

Although the last one was drawn, the number is very unlucky, but it doesn't seem to be a bad thing. Did he appear in the finale? Watch him beat his opponent to the bottom and perform a perfect ending.

Thinking like this, he also waited for the registration of the old god.

Everyone waited for the attendants to count the numbers one by one, and then stepped forward to register their names.

Those who didn't report, looked left and right, guessing who their opponent was? They all held their bamboo sticks tightly and didn't tell the others their numbers.

Li Xiangyu has been keeping an eye on Zhou Yong with his signature. He sees who is so unlucky to become this guy's opponent. According to his observation all morning, this guy is a formidable enemy!

Hearing that the number was getting further and further back, he still didn't move, and when the number 40 was called, he still stood there in a hurry, Li Xiangyu couldn't help but shudder...

isn't it?

Will there be such a coincidence?

When number 42 was called, the guy still didn't move. Li Xiangyu knew that it was over. It turned out that the unlucky guy was himself!

"No. 43..."

When Zhou Yong heard the call, he stepped forward and handed the bamboo stick with a smile, "I'm Zhou Yong, No. 43."

The waiter took the bamboo sticks and registered them, "Well, where's the other one?"

Li Xiangyu raised his hand and said, "It's me, Li Xiangyu No. 43."

Zhou Yong was also surprised and sluggish!

"How could it be you?"

"Yeah~ How could it be me? I also want to know, I don't know how this stinky hand drew the lottery. God is going to kill me! Alas, I'm going to run with me this year." Li Xiangyu shook in frustration. Shaking his head.

Zhou Yong also burst into tears, and took a selfie with the backs of his hands, "I just think I'm done! Brother Li is so expensive..."

Li Xiangyu rolled his eyes at him angrily, "Fuck, I should tell you this! Brother Zhou, please be merciful..."

The teenagers behind them were all gloating at the misfortune. I didn't expect the two most powerful people to actually get together. I really want to scream in the sky! !

God open your eyes! ! !

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